Thursday, June 29, 2023
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Mysterious part 6
"There's a magnetic pull between us, I can't deny it. But we must stay focused on the case."
I never surrender but god knows I wanted to surrender to my sexual appetite but I knew the risks, the potential consequences. I met his gaze head on, my eyes filled with a mixture of lust and vulnerability.
"Detective," I replied, my voice slightly over a whisper,
"We cannot deny the undeniable," I smiled carefully then grabbed my long leg cast using both hands, and raised my broken limb. As my legs parted and my skirt shifted upwards, he had a complete view of my cast and so much more.
He hesitated, speechless, his gaze wavering for a moment between my leg, my cast and my wet panties. I did manage to regain his focus.
"Isabelle, we mustn't lose"
I interrupted his sentence, smiling and reached across his desk and grabbed a pair of scissors, my fingers closing tightly around its cool metal handle. Swiftly, I brought the blades to my pantyhose, which covered my broken leg inside my red cast, and I sliced through the fabric. The sound of the scissors cutting through the material echoed in his office. I carefully removed the rest of the pantyhose. The sensation of fresh air against my toes felt nice.
His eyes locked on my broken leg, looking at my exposed toes at the end of the red cast. I grabbed my crutches, stood tall on my good leg and positioned my crutches under my arms. I took a step forward, my broken limb leading the way. I looked into his eyes.
"Detective, I understand everything but," I leaned forward and kissed him.
I squeezed my crutches and let my cast touch his leg. His lips went against my neck, one hand caressed my large breast, his other hand pulled me closer. He could feel my breast and nipple. He leaned down then brought my left breast to his mouth and kissed and licked it. I could feel his tongue teasing my hard nipple.
My hand explored the front of his pants, the connection was undeniable, he was so hard and big under my fingers, I rubbed him slowly. I moved up my red cast between his legs, he was rubbing against it, moaning quietly until he came inside his pants.
You could see in both of our eyes, desire, attraction, seduction and yes the pursuit of justice came last.
It was a beautiful sunny day when I made it back to my condo unit. I found Crystal waiting for me on my sofa, her crutches beside her. I looked at her stump and she looked at my red cast. There was curiosity in her eyes.
"How did it go with the detective?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue. She stood on her leg, bent down giving me a full view of her breasts and grabbed her crutches.
I sat in a nearby armchair, my crutches propped against the side.
"The meeting with Detective Tyler was, intriguing, to say the least," Crystal came to me, standing at a perfect height beside me. I touched her wrapped up leg, the lower part of her pretending amputation lost in a beautiful summer dress.
"There's an undeniable connection between us Crystal. He is drawn to both my legs equally." I leaned forward and grabbed her stump, pulled it towards me and kissed it.
Crystal's eyes widened.
"How did you lose your poor leg miss?"
"Oh god Isabelle I thought you would never ask. I was driving on highway 401, suddenly, a distracted driver swerved into my lane, leaving me with no time to react. The impact was tremendous" I was listening to every word, licking her leg.
"When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital bed, they had to amputate my left leg above the knee. It's crutches or my wheelchair for life"
"You look amazing on crutches,"
"Oh, Isabelle!" She moaned, feeling my lips on her leg and my fingers rubbing her slowly.
"Crystal I have to ask you, when you lose your left leg, we both know you will someday, you want it to be amputated below the knee, at the knee or way, way above the knee, like here" I said, sliding 2 fingers inside her. The reaction was an orgasm that rocked her body.
That evening we laid quietly in my bed, kissing and pleasing each other. Crystal rubbed herself against my broken leg without putting any weight on it, each move calculated.
"Crystal, the detective may want to talk to you at some point,"
"I know"
The next morning we went to a beautiful little boutique, as we stepped in the elegant space, our eyes instantly drawn to the limited amount of exquisite dresses. I was on a mission to find the perfect black cocktail dress to complement my red cast with an air of sophistication for the upcoming fundraiser.
Crystal's eyes sparkled with excitement as she scanned the array of options, moving gracefully on her forearm crutches this time. While her fingers delicately traced the luxurious fabrics, the sexy 20 something salesperson couldn't stop looking at my red cast fully exposed under my short summer dress.
I didn't realize until Crystal told me that our young cutie had a broken arm and thumb. She was wearing a yellow cast on her right arm.
"Isabelle, she has all my attention but even with your full leg cast and crutches, you need to find a provocative dress that will still attract significant attention," she remarked, her voice filled with anticipation.
"Miss, could you help me please "I said. The beautiful young woman came to me.
"So sorry you broke your arm but with your good arm, could you just hold me for balance while I pick this dress," And she did.
I grabbed the dress, its black silk cascading through my fingers. It looked seductive.
"Crystal, what do you think of this?" I asked, holding the dress against my body, one of my hands accidentally touching the girl's broken arm.
Her eyes widened, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Isabelle, that dress is simply breathtaking".
With a nod of agreement, the young salesperson gave me back my crutches and I made my way to the fitting room, the anticipation building within me. As I slipped the sexy black dress along my long cast, it clung to my curves, accentuating my silhouette in all the right places.
Stepping out of the fitting room on my crutches, I couldn't twirl but I didn't have to, the young clerk while cradling her broken arm simply smiled at me, Crystal gasped, her eyes widening with delight.
"Isabelle, you look absolutely stunning," she exclaimed
Part 7 to come
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
Monday, June 26, 2023
Mysterious part 5
As I approached the entrance of the police station on my crutches, the heavy double doors swung open, welcoming me where I didn't want to go but had too. The bustling atmosphere and muted conversations filled the air, a reminder of power and authority.
Inside, the polished floors were slippery, my one stiletto heel and crutches echoed with each step I took. I approached the receptionist, she greeted me with a mixture of curiosity and professionalism but she couldn't resist looking me up from my heel, up my long cast, skirt and finally my eyes.
"Good morning, I'm here to speak with Detective Tyler," I stated. The receptionist nodded, her fingers dancing across the keyboard.
"He's expecting you, by the way your skirt is beautiful" she replied, her tone respectful.
"Thanks, I have a meeting after this one and with this broken leg I don't have time to go back to my place and change," to my surprise the young policewoman moved her right leg from behind the desk and she was wearing a white cast inside a cast shoe.
"I understand exactly what you're going through. 7 months ago during patrol, I suffered a severe injury to my ankle and foot, shattering them into pieces. Just last week, I finally regained the ability to walk on them in this walking cast."
It's quite remarkable that petite women can now be part of the police force. She was wearing the official policewoman skirt, making her black cast clearly visible.
"That's a long time, good luck with the rest of your rehab," She smiled at me with her beautiful brown eyes.
"You can head straight down the corridor to his office. It's the second door on the left. Be careful on the slippery floors with your crutches,"
I thanked her and slowly my crutches guided me down the corridor. Finally, I arrived at Detective Tyler's small office. I took a deep breath and knocked. Was I ready to face the questioning and manipulation that awaited me within those walls?
Time will tell.
He opened the door and I stepped into the room, my casted leg leading the way, I felt the uncertainty that lay before me. It was a self defence detective, the words ran through my mind. Just look at my broken leg, my long cast seems to say to the detective.
Detective Tyler helped me to a chair and placed my crutches against the wall. Then he sat behind his desk, his piercing gaze fixed upon my good leg at first. A sense of tension between us again. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes then lingered on my broken leg, a mixture of curiosity and something else, maybe due to the fact that my long red cast was inside my pantyhose. The red of the cast peaking through.
Something was creating a connection between us. He cleared his throat and his voice was steady.
"Isabelle, thank you for coming in today," he began, his tone a careful balance of professionalism, intrigue and attraction. When I "accidentally" moved my cast, the detective stared at my hidden toes, he couldn't stop. I really felt like he wanted to touch my broken leg.
"I understand you were involved in an incident , I also understand that it was self defence which resulted in your broken leg. The one question I have is why did you meet the doctor in the first place? Can you provide us with the details?" He moved in his chair, trying to get comfortable, maybe hiding his erection? Who knows.
I met his gaze, my own eyes helping to keep some mystery. I couldn't say it was a trap to kill the bastard.
"Detective, I'm afraid it's not a simple incident," I replied, my left hand on top of my cast. He was looking at my long fingers. Yes detective, two of these fingers were inside me this morning and now they are caressing my poor broken leg.
"It's part of a much larger story. It's like my long leg cast concealed within my pantyhose. Observers can see the presence of the cast signalling a broken leg, but the specific bones fractured, whether the tibia, fibula, femur, or a combination remain a mystery."
I bent the ankle of my good leg, the muscle in my leg tightened, my nice long shapely leg got the attention of the detective. like I wanted him to capture every detail. I noticed a shift in the detective's demeanour. It was as if he couldn't resist my persona that combined both the victim and the murderer while still sexy and injured.
"I'm here to listen miss and put this behind us" he said,
"Tell me everything," He smiles looking deep into my eyes.
And so, I began to weave a tale of truth and lies, carefully selecting each word, allowing my voice to seduce, my broken leg to intrigue and my long cast under my black pantyhose to literally turn on sexually my detective, yes he was mine at the moment.
The twisted affair that he had with me when I was young, the call when he invited me to his house just before he died and the desperate struggle that led to my broken leg. As I spoke, the atmosphere in the room shifted, from anticipation to physical attraction to a new level.
The detective's eyes held a mixture of captivation and interest, he was drawn to my broken leg when I gave the details of the good doctor twisting and breaking my leg. When I described the pain I felt I shifted my long cast again, sensuality emanated from me, I was in control.
His questions were calculated, but he wasn't probing deeper. I could sense the unspoken sexual tension and attraction between us, a pull of trust and desire. As he got up and leaned in closer, his voice lowered to a whisper, his gaze locked with mine.
"I must admit, Isabelle, there's something about you," he confessed, a flicker of desire flickering in his eyes.
"Your strength, your intelligence, so sexy and injured all combine in one woman" He said rubbing my shoulders delicately. I moved my broken leg to make contact with his leg. He looked at my long cast almost drooling.
"Detective, why don't you kiss me," I murmured, my voice laced with a seductive undertone,
"And touch my broken leg, you want to feel my cast, I can tell. You can even rip my pantyhose."
In that small, intimate room, the air became thick with desires. We were pursuing the forbidden. Detective Tyler leaned closer, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down my spine. I needed to be touched so badly.
"Isabelle," he whispered
Part 6 to come
K
Sunday, June 25, 2023
Mysterious part 4
When we entered my beautiful condo, I felt so comfortable in my surroundings. Beautiful paintings and artwork from local artists were covering some of the walls. Crystal removed the bandages of her pretended amputation and limped across my place on 2 legs now. She took my crutches and I sank into a plush sofa, my long cast on a soft stool.
Crystal eyes filled with both envy and affection.
"Tonight Isabelle, let's set the secrets aside and let me please you," her voice full of tenderness.
I leaned against her, feeling the warmth of her presence. With my broken leg held in the air, I propelled myself forward using my one good leg, avoiding any weight on the injured limb.
As we made our way towards the bedroom, my persona disappeared and I felt a wave of vulnerability and love for Crystal.
She was so good and sweet. She removed my one shoe and sock then slid down my shorts along my red cast. Then came off my t-shirt bra and panties. She backed away looking at me naked except for my cast. By pure reflex I covered my breasts with my hands but like we did so often, she then tied both my wrists to my bed.
I knew she loved my breasts, she kissed them, licking my hard nipples fully erect and loving her attention. While she was licking my breasts, her hand caressed the other breast. I was getting so wet. She was on her knee rubbing my cast slowly, lifting it and kissing my exposed toes.
Carefully not to hurt me, she spread my cast and my leg apart. I was shaved and felt her breath all over between my legs. Her tongue was against my clitoris sliding in and out. We had such a connection. I came hard and loud.
I realized the next morning that Crysta was gone to her own place. The sun was shining, I gingerly swung my cast and leg over the side of the bed. The weight of my red cast was a constant reminder that I needed to reach for my crutches.
As I navigated the room on my crutches, I realised that each of my movements were more deliberate, more graceful, almost in total control. The familiar surroundings of my condo unit helped to the feeling that I was becoming one with my crutches, that they were part of me.
While waiting for the coffee to be ready, I slowly made my way to the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my bare foot. The mirror reflected back an image that challenged me. I leaned my crutches against the wall and reached for a brush, my fingers gliding through the tangled strands of my hair. With each stroke, I transformed the chaos into a semblance of order.
After savouring two delicious cups of coffee and catching up on messages and the latest local news, I hobbled back into the bathroom using my crutches and leaned them against the wall again. With precise movements, I applied a minimum of make up. A deep red lipstick with black eyeliner, expertly applied to accentuate the intensity of my gaze.
It's interesting that ever since I was a young woman, I've been a constant contradiction. I wanted to be charming to the older men I loved, dated and be dangerous to their marriage by often trying to date their wife's when possible at the same time. Now showing strength and feeling vulnerability. The persona was set, I was ready to pick the clothes to match it.
I grabbed my crutches, left the bathroom and made my way to my large walk-in closet. Despite the challenges posed by my long leg cast, I possessed an assortment of attire suitable for any event and physical condition. I was determined not to let my broken leg affect my sense of fashion.
I selected a tailored black blazer, paired with a sleek white blouse and form fitting black skirt. My only question as I dressed was should I cut off one leg of my pantyhose and exposed my red cast? I decided for this time to wear the pantyhose over the cast. I had read last night, on a fetish site that casters were mixed about their preference. I was certain that the detective was one of them.
As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, crutches supporting my weight, I couldn't help but appreciate the sight before me. I smiled and felt that my long red cast inside a pair of pantyhose, created a uniquely captivating image. The pantyhose stretched smoothly over the contours of my broken leg, accentuating the well-defined shape of the cast.
My pantyhose, delicate fabric, clung to the cast, outlining every curve and indentation. The sheer material allowed glimpses of the cast's red texture to peek through. Another great visual contrast.
I mean maybe it's in Karine's crazy mind but the contrast between the sturdy, protective nature of the full leg cast, non weight bearing and the fragile elegance of the pantyhose was so beautiful. Before you stop reading one last point, as a female caster I love the combination of the intricate design of my pantyhose combined with the texture of the cast. It really did what it was meant to do, draw my detective's eyes to my broken leg.
"Poor Isabelle, look at her badly broken leg, could she have ever planned to murder the doctor? Of course not."
I slid on a Christian Louboutin 2 inch stiletto heel on my good foot. Standing on my crutches, I admired the striking combination of a leg cast and high heel shoe that evoked a sense of sensuality.
My meeting with the detective was drawing near. With a final adjustment of my attire, I took a deep breath. With my crutches under my arms, I emerged from my condo. The streets hummed with life. The stage was set and I was ready to play my part in this twisted dance of truth and deception with the detective.
A Uber driver that I knew already approached in a sleek black car. I approached with a smile.
"Hello Samantha"
Her eyes widened momentarily by the sight of my imposing cast. With a gracious smile, she opened the back door for me, took my crutches and I gingerly lowered myself onto the plush leather seat, arranging my broken leg.
"Don't ask, mountain biking gone wrong" I said.
The car hummed to life, I gazed out the window, watching as the familiar streets and towering buildings passed in a blur. My thoughts drifted, to my plans, as I mentally prepared for the encounter awaiting me at the police station.
Upon arriving at my destination, Samantha opened the car door, helped me out and gave me my crutches. Her eyes held a mix of sympathy and curiosity. I thanked her.
I could sense their eyes fixed on me, their gazes filled with curiosity, as I made my way to the police station. Looking at my long cast and the way I was dressed for such a visit, they didn't know that there was a purpose behind my appearance. I had an important meeting scheduled with a potential new customer right after my interview with the detective.
Part 5 to come
Mysterious part 3
"Isabelle, let's go for a drink," she suggested.
I welcomed the distraction from the haunting memories that plagued my mind and the wild sex earlier. Was she expecting more than friends with benefits? And was I ready to be more?
"You're a beautiful and intriguing woman Crystal," I observed, a blend of admiration in my words.
"But even if I'm clearly attracted to you, I hope we can continue to be best friends and not take the next step. I have so much that I need to deal with, between my broken leg and the murder investigation, I hope you understand"
"I understand completely. I'm here for you but I need to say that you were amazing," She said, caressing my broken leg with her long fingers.
We were both looking at my cast. The weight of it seems to always bring me back to reality. I was wearing shorts and even if it was to protect my broken bones, the long red cast was a nice match to my shorts. My first impression after I had a chance to really look at it, was how long it was. The cast went from my thigh to my toes contrasting against the little bit of my skin that was still exposed.
The non weight bearing nature of the cast added an extra layer of challenges to my day to day situation. Most of the people that I knew that broke a limb were in plastic boots and often walking on it. The doctor had been so good at explaining to me the situation.
"Because of the severity of your injury that involves multiple bones, a full leg cast is required for complete mobilizations. You won't be able to put any weight on your broken leg at all for a long time"
Each step I took on my crutches seemed to attract some attention. Even Crystal that used to stare at my long legs before, was now mesmerized by my cast and crutches. As we both walked into the bar on our crutches, the eyes of patrons alternated curiously between her missing leg and my broken leg. I was good at reading people and I could see both sympathy and curiosity. Whispers, murmurs of speculation surrounding the story behind my broken leg and Crystal amputation. I paid them no attention still I heard a woman say,
"They must have been in a bad car accident."
Sinking into the booth, I adjusted my broken leg, elevating it with Crystal help to reduce the discomfort. Crystal fingers brushed against the edges of my cast, and her touching my exposed toes was a gentle reassurance.
I smiled at my best friend with defiance in my eyes from all the damn whispering in the bar about our physical limitations. They wanted bullshit, I was going to give them some.
"It's just adversity for me Crystal, I won't be walking without crutches for 3 roughly months with this long and sexy cast on my leg. But you know something, I think the hard cast is turning me on," I said smiling, sliding my fingers from my knees up, almost rubbing myself.
"I know you are so sexy injured and broken" She said, louder than me.
"And you, trapped in the car for hours before losing your leg" I couldn't continue and we both laughed and smiled at our audience.
Who was I kidding, yes my long cast was going to be a steadfast companion, a visible reminder of the fight I won but in the back of my mind and between my legs, I felt a little something. I loved the attention I was getting and the struggling of being on crutches. Not sure why yet but it was kinda turning me on.
A smile curved her lovely lips, a familiar gleam dancing in her eyes.
"And yet Isabelle, you need to be careful who you trust until the investigation is complete," She said after my little play. She was right.
I felt eyes that analysed my every move. Our drinks arrived, and I raised my glass,
"To friendship," I murmured, happiness in my voice.
"And to love," she replied.
Crystal's glass clinked against mine, her eyes gleaming with hope. Maybe after my dark secrets have been laid to rest, love may be possible. A softness enveloped my gaze, a vulnerability. I had to master the art of deception, using my seductive charm and even my broken leg if need be as weapons with the detective.
With Crystal, I couldn't deny a mutual sexual attraction. I touched her stump, yearning for a physical contact and for the first time ever in my life I wondered how she would feel if it was really amputated at the knee or even higher.
As the night wore on, I left the fetish or murderous worlds behind and we shared work related stories. We laughed and smiled and enjoyed ourselves. Briefly, I believed I caught a glimpse of the detective in the corner of the bar, but I quickly dismissed it as a figment of my imagination but it had been enough for the tension to return.
We left the bar, the echoing sound of our crutches filling the night. I was happy I spent the night with Crystal, she had always been my physical and emotional support over the years.
We were only 1 block away from my condo unit, the street was dark, barely illuminated when I saw a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness, between buildings.
My heart skipped a beat and then I saw the sexy and tall detective. Was he hot on my trail, determined to know all my secrets? Instinctively, I positioned myself behind Crystal. The detective's voice pierced the silence, a loud tone of authority.
"Miss Lemaire," he began, his voice sending a chill down my spine.
"I didn't want to bother you too close to breaking your leg but there are still unanswered questions that linger that really need answers"
My eyes narrowed, assessing the situation with a cool, calculating gaze. My persona took over, the same one that spent a lifetime perfecting the art of manipulation, of staying one step ahead. But this unexpected encounter reminded me to stay vigilant because my most guarded secrets could be exposed, if I'm not more careful, during the next few months at least.
While leaning on my crutches, I slowly twisted sideways to face him. I smiled and tilted my head, my eyes looking into his eyes. My long red cast pointing at him, like my gun did before.
"Call me Isabelle, questions, detective?, what questions exactly?"
"I hope I have answers for you."
He was about to say something else but stopped himself. He looked at Crystal and seemed to realized for the first time that she was pretending.
"I'm sure Isabelle that you will have answers so that we can close the case" He said now staring from my broken leg to Crystal one strong leg.
"I don't need to tell you not to play games with the police department or me. Remember that every game has its consequences. See you soon."
He left quickly, leaving me with a sense of unease. Yet, instead of the fear of getting caught, I felt a surge of determination, I felt the thrill of the hunt, except this time I was the one being hunted.
Part 4 to come
Mysterious part 2
Dr. Esposito began the process of applying a long leg cast on my broken leg. I don't want to bore you with the details but after the padding, she carefully wrapped rolls after rolls around my long leg, of the fibreglass material. I was losing the usage of my leg for a minimum of 6 weeks.
As the cast hardened and since this was my first cast ever, I realized how heavy this was going to be. Not yet sure about my limitations. Maybe I was going to be able to use my physical situation to keep some of my secrets hidden from the police. But Even Crystal could not shield me from the consequences of my actions. I did plan to kill him.
As I sat there, waiting for my leg cast to dry, an unexpected figure caught my attention. I could see him in the adjacent room, discreetly observing the entire casting process.He would eventually become involved in my personal life, Detective Tyler.
Detective Tyler's curiosity regarding my broken leg and leg cast was completely unrelated to the murder investigation. His attentive gaze reflected a combination of concern and intrigue. It seemed as though my broken leg, or perhaps the cast itself, held a particular fascination for him. In a way that was very similar to Crystal and her interest in pretending to be an amputee.
I realized but didn't understand that my broken leg had become something new that may lead us down a path that only a fetishist would comprehend. I was starting to feel a need to be touched when I was saved by the doctor. Dr. Esposito walked in and inspected her work with a satisfied nod.
"You will feel better soon," she reassured me, sliding her long fingers along my thigh. By reflex I moved my cast and leg apart, staring at the doctor for more.
"But remember, you need to keep your weight off your broken leg at all times. Crutches are your best friend for the next 6 weeks and possibly more." She said while I stared at her finger barely touching my wet panties. What a tease she was.
With her help I swung the cast off the bed and stood on my left leg and positioned the crutches under my arms. I guessed that in no time I would be agile like Crystal, and the crutches will be an extension of me bla, bla, bla.
I find it hard to believe.
I took a few steps on my crutches, finding my balance under the watchful eyes of the male nurse. I sat in the wheelchair, my long leg cast elevated in the leg rest while holding on to my crutches. As I prepared to leave the hospital, Detective Tyler approached me, his steps deliberate yet his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Miss Lemaire, I'm Detective Tyler, how are you holding up?" he asked, his voice softer than expected based on his size. He was well over 6 feet tall.
I looked at him for a moment, I saw genuine concern in his eyes. Despite the secrets that I needed to hide, everything that I would say could work against me in court later.
"I will be OK, but please call me Isabelle," I replied, a hint of vulnerability seeping into my voice.
"I broke my leg 2 years ago so I totally understand what you will be going through so I sympathize." He said but the way he stared at my long cast didn't look like sympathy. It felt more like when men stared at my long legs when I wore black pantyhose and stiletto pumps, I could see and feel desire and lust in their regards.
"This cast, these crutches, will be a new world to me. When I got up this morning I didn't think I would end with a broken leg. In a way Detective Tyler, it's a reminder of the fragility of our lives, isn't it?" I said thinking that I only wanted to kill the rapist today, not break any limbs.
Detective Tyler nodded, his gaze flickering to my exposed toes for a brief moment but I swear he licked his lips. Then moving along my cast, to my breasts and returning to meet my blue eyes.
"They do," he agreed and understood but he quickly added.
"But during your attack, you showed resilience, and the ability to adapt and overcome. You will do the same with your broken leg"
Once outside the hospital, he helped me stand and I positioned my crutches under my arms. We walked together towards Crystal's car, I couldn't help but feel the connection between us intensify. We were both fully aware of the boundaries between duty and desire blurring in the face of our undeniable attraction. He wanted to find the details of the killing and I wanted to stay away from jail.
He was right, it was like navigating on my crutches, careful not to fall and break something else. I didn't want to go to jail so I should keep my distance from him, but I couldn't help but wonder where it could ultimately lead us.
The next day we were sitting on the couch and I was daydreaming again.
"Isabelle, are you OK?" She whispered, her voice filled with compassion. My broken leg was on her lap, on top of her legs, she was rubbing my cast with her other hand. She was such a good friend.
"I'm fine baby, just a bit sore" She froze when I rested my hand on her pretended stump. I was rubbing her soft breathable elastic protective stump sock, she was unsure what to do or say. I was taking her pretending to the next level and she loved it.
I waited and smiled. A moment later I moved my hand in between her legs. She parted them slightly, quite excited she rubbed my cast. I couldn't feel anything inside my hard cast but she sure did feel my fingers.
Ever so slowly, my hand rode up her stump and my fingers came in contact with the edge of her panties inside her skirt. My hand touched the bare skin of her upper thighs. Her breathing told me she was enjoying it.
"I'm so sorry about your car accident and the loss of your leg" I said while I came in contact with her silk panties again, but this time I continued and let my thumb slowly caress them in a back and forth motion.
"Oh god Isabelle," She moaned. I slid my cast against her one leg.
"I know all about the relentless agony of phantom limb pain Crystal"
She was so wet to my touch, her fetish was exciting even if very taboo. She began to quiver under my control. I have been with her before sexually, but never under these circumstances.
I looked at her, at her one leg sliding along my broken leg. Her small foot and toes against the hard surface of my cast. It was a good time for my finger to enter her most private area. Two fingers deep inside her. I moved back and forth, slightly increasing the pace with each entry. I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before her orgasm rocked her body.
And it was, she was suddenly overwhelmed with pure pleasure, shaking and moaning loudly. I felt her love juice along my fingers, still embedded deep inside her. I slid them out, she was staring at them and I rubbed them along my long red cast, leaving a wet trace.
Part 3 to come
K