Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 6
Steve shifted his position, he lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing my thighs, and began to kiss his way up, his tongue on my inner thigh. I could feel my body responding, my hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he paused, his breath hot against my most sensitive area.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
I moaned softly, my body aching for his touch. "Please," I begged.
Steve didn't make me wait any longer. He leaned in, his tongue finding my clitoris, circling it gently before dipping lower, tasting me fully. I let out a gasp, he worked me with his tongue, his fingers gently parting my folds.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice muffled by my wetness.
He stood up, his broken ankle aching, he lifted my long black cast on his shoulder, positioned himself between my legs, his penis already hard and ready. He thrust into me, filling me completely. I let out a gasp, my body adjusting to the feeling of him inside me.
"So fucking tight."
I wrapped my one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. "Harder," I begged.
"Yes mistress" Steve obliged, his hips moving faster, his penis sliding in and out of me with increasing speed. I could feel my body responding, my orgasm building.
"Yessss," I gasped, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "Don't stop."
Steve didn't, his hard penis pounding into me, his body slapping against mine. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.
"Steve," I gasped, my hips bucking against his. "I'm so close, you are so good."
He didn't stop, his penis moving faster, his fingers finding my clitoris, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me, my body shaking with the force of it.
Steve didn't let up, drawing out my pleasure until I was a panting, trembling mess. When he finally pulled away, I looked up at him, my body still humming with aftershocks.
"That was incredible," I whispered, my voice hoarse. Steve grinned down at me...
The next morning, the full leg cast on my left leg didn't stop me from embracing my role as a lawyer with style. Yes I love clothes and yes I love sexy high heels... I had a day filled with legal work ahead of me, and while the cast required some lovely adjustments, I wasn't about to compromise my professional look.
I decided to go for a more striking look, something that balanced professionalism with a touch of elegance, despite the challenge of my new full leg cast. I picked a sleek pencil skirt, dark blue, that hugged my curves and fell just above my knee. I loved the way it clung to my figure, while the cast on my left leg became a graceful accessory.
I made sure the hem of the skirt rested just right below the edge of my cast, leaving men and some women wondering how high the cast actually went on my poor broken leg. It seemed to add an element of drama to my outfit, catching the attention with each step I took on my crutches.
For the top, I chose a soft, white silk blouse that tucked neatly into the waistband of my pencil skirt while the fitted design highlighted my waist without being overly formal. The sleeves were slightly rolled, revealing a Bulgari Serpenti watch on my wrist, making the outfit very polished. Look it up ladies, very classy watch while on crutches.
To complete the look, I wore a single black stiletto on my right foot, a sleek, pointed-toe heel. The click of the heel on the floor harmonized with the rhythm of the thumps of my crutches, each step slow but deliberate, the long cast forcing me to move with precision. With every step, I could feel the fabric of my skirt sliding gently against the cast. My crutches supported me effortlessly like it did some years ago. I couldn't help but smile at how the outfit came together.
As I secured my crutches under my arms with my full leg cast and professional outfit, I stood ready to take on the day's legal battles for Serena vengeance. The day had barely begun, but my mind was already in full legal mode.
Steve and I met up at the office, where we began outlining our plan to collect evidence. We had a list of crew members who had been on set that day, people who might have seen the faulty harness or who had witnessed Serena's fall. As we sipped our coffee, I flipped through the notes we had compiled, highlighting key points that would support our case.
We started making calls, interviewing those who had been there during the accident. The story was always the same: rushed safety checks, corners cut to meet the production's tight schedule. A few crew members were hesitant to talk at first, but when they learned how serious we were, they began to open up. Their accounts painted a clear picture of negligence, a director more concerned with staying on budget than with the safety of his actors.
Next, we put in a request to review the footage from the day of the accident. If we could prove that the harness was faulty or improperly used, it would be game over for the production company. I could feel the fire of determination growing inside me as we laid out our strategy. Serena's injury had been preventable, and I wouldn't rest until the director was held accountable.
As the preparation for the case went on, I found myself spending more and more time with Serena. Our meetings to discuss the legal case had become a regular occurrence, and each visit left me feeling more drawn to her. Her strength, despite the trauma she had been through, was captivating. There was something about the way she carried herself, even with her broken leg, cast and her crutches supporting her every move
One afternoon, as we sat together in Serena's cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the windows, she turned to me with a teasing smile. Her eyes, always so sharp and perceptive, locked onto mine as she asked,
"Tell me again, how did you break your own leg, Stephanie?"
I froze for a moment, the familiar tension rising inside me. There was a part of me that wanted to confess everything, to open up about the wild, tangled web of my desires and sexual fetishes that I had kept hidden for so long. But this wasn't the moment. Not yet. I wasn't ready to reveal those private parts of me, the ones that made me question just how much she would understand or accept.
I forced a smile, leaning on my crutches for support as I moved closer to her, the weight of the lie settling on my chest while my cast was inches from her own.
"It was a really bad fall," I began, trying to keep my tone casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. My fingers nervously squeezed the handle of my crutches as I looked down at my sleek black fibreglass cast. It hugged my leg perfectly, from thigh to toes, my red-painted nails peeking out from the end.
Serena's gaze followed the cast up to the hem of my skirt, where it pushed against the fabric slightly. Her hand moved instinctively, resting on the cast as if drawn to it. The touch was electric, making the cast feel like an extension of my skin like if it was directly connected to my vagina.
"I can imagine how that must have felt," she said softly, her eyes locked on mine. There was a hint of intrigue in her voice, and I could see the playful gleam behind her sympathetic words.
"You poor thing," she added, her hand lingering and moving up on my cast before looking back up at me. "But you don't seem like the type of woman, mother or lawyer to let a little thing like a broken leg stop you."
I laughed, feeling a sexual warmth spread through me. "No, I'm not. In fact, I was hoping you could help me with that baby."
Serena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? I could be your daughter miss and how do you think I can help?"
I leaned in and kissed her lips, lowering my voice. "Well, yes you could be since my daughter is older than you but so what? I've been told that certain... activities can help with the healing process of both our broken legs."
Serena's eyes widened slightly, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Is that so?"
I nodded, feeling the heat of her gaze.
"Yes, it is. And I was hoping you might be up for a little experimentation."
Serena's smile turned mischievous. "I do love a good experiment."
God she was so beautiful in her... medical... cast.
"But what do I call you? Stephanie, Mom or mistress Steffie?
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 7 to come
K
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