Flight attendant part 6

Looking at my broken leg in its full leg cast, I decided to take charge of our journey back to Montreal. With Maria seated beside me, my layover in Rome had indeed been literally bone-breaking, yet her presence made every broken bones, casts and crutches worthwhile. Retrieving my phone, I dialed the airline's staff service line, determined to ensure our return trip went as smoothly as possible.

After a few moments of navigating the automated system that I hate by the way, I was finally connected to a human person. I explained our situation, my broken leg and the full leg cast and inquired about how the airline could accommodate our needs on the flight back to Montreal. The agent assured me that they would provide assistance and make our journey as comfortable as possible.

"May we get first class accommodation?" I asked, pushing my luck and to my surprise we received a positive response.

As I hung up the phone, Maria smiled at me. "You really know how to get things done, don't you?"

I smiled at my girlfriend, my heart warming at her words. "I always try my best."

The next morning, we found ourselves at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport in Rome. The bustling atmosphere was exhilarating but with my crutches and my newly full leg cast, I attracted a fair amount of curious glances. Maria stood by my side, offering support and a protective presence.

As we slowly walked through the airport, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we were in it together. While careful not to fall and break another bone, I stared at Maria and realized that we were dressed in outfits that reflected our individual styles and I loved that.

Maria was what I would call casual with a touch of Italian elegance. She wore a pair of fitted high waist jeans that accentuated her firm and tight ass, paired with a soft and flowy blouse in a rich shade of burgundy. The blouse had delicate embroidery along the neckline, adding a touch of femininity to her ensemble.

On her feet, Maria had a pair of ankle boots with a higher heel, providing her with both comfort and extra height. A delicate pendant necklace and a few simple rings on her fingers.

As for me, I opted for a comfortable travel outfit that accommodated my broken leg, long cast and crutches. I wore a pair of black Lululemon leggings that clung to my casted leg, and I couldn't help but notice the admiration in Maria's eyes. She clearly found me sexy with my cast and using crutches.

To be clear my girlfriend loved the way the leggings showcased the shape of my cast, and that created an additional and unexpected attraction between us. I paired that with a loose-fitting tunic top in a soft shade of grey. That allowed for easy movement while maintaining a sense of style.

I chose slip-on sneaker on my one foot, allowing me to navigate the airport and the flight with ease on crutches. I wore a delicate gold bracelet and a pendant necklace with my hair pulled back into a loose bun, giving a relaxed look. Despite the challenges posed by my damn broken leg and crutches, I aimed for an outfit that made me feel kinda put together if you know what I mean. I noticed right away some people staring at me so I imagine that my look worked even on crutches.

I was getting tired, Maria got a wheelchair for me, and with her gentle assistance, I settled into it, holding onto my crutches for support. Carefully, she lifted my long leg cast onto the provided leg rest, her fingers grazing the contours of the cast. She leaned over me and gave me a kiss.

As Maria's lips met mine, our tongue touched, a rush of warmth spread through me. It was more than just a kiss. I felt a sense of comfort and safety with her, knowing that she was there to support me through this challenging time.

When her fingers touched my broken leg and cast again, a shiver ran down my spine. It was such a simple touch, yet it held so much meaning. As we pulled away from the kiss, our eyes met, and I saw her smile, she was so beautiful.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome, Jewel. I'm here for you."

As we approached the check-in counter, the airline staff was more than accommodating. They had already been informed about my situation and were prepared to assist. Security was a breeze, and soon we found ourselves at the gate, waiting for our flight to be called. Maria and I sat close together, her hand resting on my uninjured leg.

As the announcement for our flight echoed through the airport, Maria pushed my wheelchair down the jet bridge. Once we reached the entrance of the plane, she handed me my crutches, and she helped me stand up.

With all my weight on my good leg I carefully lifted my broken leg, keeping it elevated off the floor. I took a deep breath and began to hobble forward. The narrow entrance of the plane presented a challenge but as we reached first class, my eyes widened at the sight of the spacious seats and the luxurious surroundings. I was thankful for the extra legroom that would accommodate my long cast.

I settled into my seat, making sure to position my broken leg comfortably. The flight attendant secured my crutches in the overhead compartment. Then the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off, I found myself stealing glances at Maria.

"First class treatment, huh?" she teased, her tone light and playful.

"I guess I can get used to this." Laying down in my seat, a comfortable blanket over me and my broken leg.

"What about this?" She asked and slid her hand under my blanket and she caressed my smooth leggings covering my broken leg.

"Maria what are you doing?" Pretending I didn't know... I don't dare look at Maria instead I look at the attractive flight attendant. She was short, much shorter than Maria; blond hair in a ponytail.

I could feel her hand slide inside my leggings, I moved my good leg slightly giving her more space, her finger teased me, circulating, slightly pushing inside my wet vagina.

I went back to the flight attendant biting my lips. My eyes on her legs. She was wearing 5" high black pumps that made her calves curvy and firm. Her legs were covered in sheer nylon.

Maria's finger was also covered and wet while she rubbed my clitoris. I closed my eyes, my hips began to move out of control, my breathing accelerated, I was soaking wet so she pushed not 2 but 3 fingers inside me. I was so ready to cum when she leaned over and licked my earlobe before she said,

"Your broken leg is sexier than her legs Jewel...I can't wait to feel your cast between my legs" She moaned in my ear and I came against her 3 fingers.

I was trying to catch my breath, I was about to lean and kiss my girlfriend again when a voice from behind us shattered the moment.

"Hello, ladies," the voice said, and my heart seemed to stop, my broken leg shook.

I turned my head slowly, and there stood Marco, a satanic smile on his lips. Shocked, Maria's grip on my hand tightened, and I could feel the tension radiating from her as well.

"Marco," Was all Maria managed to say.

"See you dans la belle ville de Montréal...See you in Montreal ladies" and he walked away to the back of the plane.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. How had he managed to find us ?

Part 7 to come
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Clip 233 Broken arm, cast in a LAC and sling

Clip 232 Sexy injured dancer

Clip 231 broken leg, cast, crutches, slc

Clip 230 Singer, broken leg, cast, crutches, SLWC

Flight attendant part 5

 Maria helped me settle onto the bed. My broken foot was propped up on pillows, my cast a reminder..

"Is there anything else you need?" Maria asked with concern. I hesitated for a moment.

"Actually, there is one thing," I said softly, my gaze meeting hers, I leaned over and kissed her sweet lips.

"I haven't been able to properly shower since I broke my foot, would you help me?"

"Of course, Jewel," Maria said without hesitation, her voice reassuring.

"I'll help you." With gentle care, Maria returned with a plastic bag that she carefully wrapped around my cast. It was a makeshift solution to protect the cast from getting wet. She helped me stand on my good leg, my knee bent to keep my cast off the floor, while I leaned against her for balance.

"Ready?" Maria asked, I nodded, feeling a high level of sexual attraction. With Maria's assistance, I hopped carefully to the bathroom, each step a delicate balance on my one good leg.

As we entered the bathroom, the warm water of the shower enveloped us. Maria adjusted the water temperature, ensuring it was just right. She helped me undress, making sure I was steady before stepping back to give me some space.

"Aren't you going to join me?"

"I thought you'd never asked," She said and she joined me.

With the plastic bag covering my cast, I allowed the water to cascade down my body, the sensation was soothing. It had been days since I had felt the simple pleasure of a warm shower.

I kissed her and leaned against her, rubbing her. I took her perfect breasts in my hands and started teasing her hard nipples. She moaned softly and I kissed her harder, we were kissing like two lovers under the shower.

I ran my fingers all over my sexy Italian girlfriend's body, slowly moving from her breasts, down her stomach between her legs and then slowly pushed them inside her. Leaning on her toes, she moaned in my mouth as my finger slipped inside her opening again and I felt her pushing against my fingers that were inside her vagina.

She cried out and lifted her hips to meet my long fingers, she wanted them deeper inside her. I rubbed my broken foot against her leg while I rotated my fingers against her clitories. She grunted softly.

"Oh God Jewel". My soapy wet fingers glided in and out, her eyes were closed, her clitoris ached to be touched exactly like I was doing. We both could hear the soft squishy sounds of my fingers in her vagina, it was contracting around my long fingers as I continued to please her.

"Oh God, It feels so fuckin good" She moaned

She was so wet. She spread her legs as far as she could and lifted my cast between her legs. She was thrusting her hips against my broken foot, using it like a dildo against herself. I would let her do anything to me, do anything with me. She was helplessly turned on by my hard cast, something I had never seen before. I was helpless, standing on one leg, the other broken and between her leg and 90% blind without my glasses.

"Please Jewel...Don't stop," She moaned.

I pulled away my broken foot, slid my fingers inside the lips of her vagina rubbing her throbbing clitoris, she was close and she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

For the first time since breaking my foot I stood carefully on it and lifted Maria against the tiled shower wall.

Incredible pain shot up through my broken bones, with Maria's body pressed against the wall, 2 fingers inside her, her warmth radiating through the steam-filled air. My heart raced, not just from the pain I felt but also the sensation of her soft skin against mine was electrifying, incredible desire and lust for each other.

The pain in my foot intensified as I pressed harder against it, the broken bones sending sharp signals to my brain to stop. The experience was foreign, but damn amazing with Maria sexual moaning in the background.

This moment of intimacy combined with Maria orgasm shaking her whole body ended when my leg buckled under the strain, and we both tumbled to the shower floor. A jolt of pain shooting through my leg.

"OMG Jewel, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Her eyes searched for reassurance.

I offered her a smile, my breath slightly ragged from the intense sexual experience and the possibility that my leg was now injured with my foot.

"I'm okay, Maria." I lied. She shifted off my injured leg, my cast was bent inward and my leg was possibly broken.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered but gently touched my broken leg as she caressed the area around the edge of my cast. I shook my head and closed my eyes, when she leaned down and affectionately licked my broken leg.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. We were just... caught up in the moment." Despite the pain caused by my 2 broken bones, the angle of my leg, she leaned in again, pressing a tender kiss to it while sliding her finger into my wet vagina.

"I just want you to be comfortable," She murmured, holding on to my cast and sliding in and out of me until my orgasm shook my broken leg.

"I think... I think you broke your leg." At that moment, our lips brushed against each other. I carefully eased Maria off, my broken leg sending a sharp pain.

"We need to be careful but I need to get up and dress," I whispered, She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same mixture of emotions. "I know, Jewel. I'm here for you."

Once we managed to stand, Maria held onto my waist as I hopped to the bedroom each step pure agony. Her fingers brushed against my skin. She reached out and gently traced the contours of my face, her touch felt so nice.

"I love you," Tears welled in my eyes at her declaration. Despite my broken foot and now my broken leg.

"I love you too," I replied.

Maria helped me dress in fresh clothes. My broken leg was so painful that I was totally unable to move at all. She then dialed 118, the emergency number in Rome. Maria calmly explained the situation, how my foot was broken and already in a cast but I had fallen in the shower and possibly broken my tibia and fibula. The operator assured us that help was on the way, an ambulance would be arriving shortly.

Within minutes, the siren announced the arrival of the ambulance. Maria rushed to open the door, and the paramedics quickly assessed my condition. With gentle care, they splinted my whole leg including the cast on my foot, helped me onto a stretcher and covered me with a blanket. Maria held my hand tightly as they wheeled me out of the apartment, the night air brushing against my skin. Her other hand was carrying my crutches.

At the hospital, the medical staff assessed my broken leg once more. They carefully removed the existing white cast, my leg feeling surprisingly light without its protective shell. The doctor studied the X-rays, confirming the 2 broken bones. I looked at Maria, a mix of emotions in my eyes, I never wanted a short leg cast and here I was going to get a full leg cast. I noticed her staring at my long leg, like she was picturing it in a cast.

As the medical team prepared the casting materials, the process was familiar yet different. For one the cast was now black and it enveloped my leg from foot to thigh. The doctor explained the importance of keeping weight off my leg with a slight smile. I wondered if Maria told him that we were having sex when I broke it?

Back in her apartment, Maria helped me settle onto the couch, positioning pillows to elevate my broken leg and foot. She sat beside me, her hand resting on my newly casted thigh. There was a quiet understanding between us, I now knew she had a cast fetish at the very least and that iy was very sexual for her.

"You know," Maria began, her voice hesitant, "when I saw you in that shower,with a broken leg, I realised how much I love you."

"I feel the same way," I admitted.

"But I need to admit that I've been attracted to you since the moment we first met, when I saw you crawl away and then on your crutches," Maria confessed, her cheeks so red.

"But now, seeing your whole leg in that sexy long and heavy cast is making me fall for you even harder." her hand caressing my broken leg.

"Maria, I've never met anyone like you. I don't understand how you can find this huge cast sexy."

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It felt so nice. As the night darkened, Maria's gaze turned towards the window. I followed her line of sight, and my heart sank as I spotted a familiar figure standing in the shadows across the street. Marco. His presence was like a dark cloud, a reminder of the dangers that still lurked.

Maria turned to me. "Jewel, I think it's time. We need to go to Montreal."

Part 6 to come
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Clip 229 Car accident, broken leg, full leg cast, crutches

Clip 228 Fall, broken leg, cast, crutches, slc, part 2

Clip 227 Fall, broken leg, cast, crutches, slc, part 1

Clip 226 Broken leg, full leg cast, LLWC, crutch part 2

Flight attendant part 4

 She undressed me slowly and when she removed my bra, she was surprised at how firm my large breasts were. My round brown nipples were already hard. She quickly undressed and embraced me, pressing her small firm body against mine. In a moment she raised my face, staring at my lips. She kissed me again but this time our tongues were passionate and needy.

She was beside me and cupped one of my breasts in her hand and slowly licked around my hard nipples, one at a time. I started to moan when I heard her nails sliding against my white cast. She then sucked them gently, giving them tiny little bites. I was soaking wet and aching to come, I'm sure she could smell me.

I could not see anything except shapes and colours when she moved between my cast and leg. Her hands travelled the length of my cast down to my exposed toes. I'm sure she could tell that I was ready since she went for my vagina next.

Maria pressed the tip of her tongue as far as she could reach. She kept at it, rapidly sliding her tongue in and out of me. It wasn't long until my entire body spasmed, pain shot through my broken foot while I moaned louder while my orgasm rocked my body.

Maria's gentle smile greeted me as I stirred. "How did you sleep?" she asked softly.

"Surprisingly well, considering everything," I replied, offering a small smile in return.

"We have a busy day ahead," Maria said, her tone brightening.

"Since you can't go back to your hotel reservation, I thought we could do a bit of shopping. You'll need some clothes for the next few days before you can safely head back to Montreal."

The idea of shopping felt oddly strange with a possible rapist or killer on the loose. But a chance to focus on something other than the recent turmoil felt nice. As I agreed, Maria's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I know just the perfect place. There's a charming boutique nearby that I think you'll love."

After a quick breakfast, we prepared to head out. Maria helped me get dressed in a fresh set of clothes, making sure to keep my broken foot comfortable and supported. Her attention to detail and care were evident in every gesture. I didn't remember from when I was a teenager how annoying a leg cast can be.

Navigating the bustling streets of Rome on crutches proved to be an adventure in itself. With my broken foot carefully elevated and knee bent, Maria walked by my side ready for any support. The beautiful architecture of Rome towered above us, a reminder of the city's rich history and the stories it held within its walls.

Arriving at the boutique, the sign above the entrance caught my attention. "L'Angolo di Roma," it read in elegant script. The boutique itself looked charming, its display windows showcasing the treasures within.

The three steps leading up to the boutique's entrance could pose a challenge on my forearm crutches. "Alright, here's the plan," I said to Maria laughing and smiling, "I'll hop up the steps on one foot, and you make sure I don't fall."

Maria's lips curved into a lovely smile, I noticed her gaze shifting from my eyes to my legs, both the white cast and the healthy one. As I balanced on my good foot, I placed the crutches one by one on the first step, using them for support as I hopped upward.

Maria kissed my cheek with a satisfied grin. I turned my attention back to the boutique that revealed a world of fashion waiting to be explored. WOW, elegance and style everywhere. Racks of clothing draped in rich fabrics lined the walls. The air was filled with a delicate scent, and the soft lighting created an intimate ambience that invited exploration. Shoppers and lovers paradise.

The boutique's proprietor, a friendly woman with a warm smile, greeted us as we entered.

"Hi there! If you need any help, just ask. I can see we have something in common," she said warmly. She stepped out from behind the counter, her right leg in a big long walking cast that went all the way down to her foot. She had a crutch leaning against the wall beside her.

I thanked her and then turned to Maria, her gaze remained a bit longer on the woman, her eyes on her long black cast before returning to meet my gaze. I carefully selected a few dresses to try on.

As I stepped into the fitting room on my crutches, I caught Maria's gaze once again. There was an undeniable interest in her eyes for that woman's broken leg. With a reassuring smile, she nodded towards one dress in particular, silently encouraging me to try it on.

Then to my surprise Maria walked in the dressing room and to her surprise I was naked except for my white cast. I was sliding the sexy dress over my head and felt Maria stare at my breasts and then legs. The look was amazing, my big round breasts stretched the material to perfection while it stopped inches above my knee.

"What do you think?" I asked Maria, my nipples were so visible through the light fabric.

She walked behind me, her hands on my hips for support while she turned me facing the long mirror standing on one leg, knee bent with my cast off the floor. Maria reached under my arms and cupped each breast softly and ran her fingers over my nipples. The action in a public place aroused me.

"You love being touched by me like this Jewel?" I quietly moaned yes and just stood there looking at our reflections in the mirror.

"I'm so sorry you broke your foot but you are so sexy in that cast." She placed her hand on my stomach, kissed my neck and stuffed her hand inside the dress and into my panties, her fingers teasing me, stroking my vagina. I became even more excited.

"You think you will be able to stand on one leg when the orgasm rocks your body" She asked me licking my neck and pushing in and out 2 fingers.

I leaned back against her, she was grabbing my breast with one hand.

"Oooohhhhhh goddddd...Maria I'm going to cum" I moaned too loudly out of control.

I squealed with pleasure as her fingers rammed in and out faster. My juices squirting down my thighs, leg and cast. I reached a breathless climax that left me so weak-kneed. Maria helped me sit down.

Later on with the dress in Maria's hand, I made my way to the counter to complete the purchase. The boutique's proprietor, leaning on her crutch, beamed as she carefully packaged the dress. As I left the boutique, I wondered how much she heard.

As we left the boutique, the warm Italian sun felt amazing on my face. Maria suddenly stood up on the tips of her toes, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. With a mixture of excitement and a little difficulty, I balanced on my crutches, leaning in to meet her, feeling the connection between us intensify. I was falling in love with her.

Maria suggested that we find a quaint cafe for a leisurely lunch, a chance to relax and reflect on the day. Over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, our conversation flowed effortlessly, I was forgetting everything. The charming atmosphere of the cafe and the delicious food felt like a 5 star restaurant in my book.

My cast was on her lap, she was rubbing my toes as we talked, I noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye, a glimpse of a figure that seemed all too familiar. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my head slightly, my gaze scanning the area discreetly.

"Maria," I whispered.

She looked at me, concerned, flashing in her eyes. "What is it, Jewel?"

"I thought I saw him," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I thought I saw Marco."

Maria's expression shifted from curiosity to alertness, she leaned down and grabbed my crutches and followed my gaze, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Where?"

"Over there, by the entrance. It might not be him, but... I don't know, I thought I saw him."

Maria's grip on her fork tightened momentarily, ready to stab him, before she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving the spot I had indicated.

As we finished our plates and paid the bill, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us. I cast another glance towards the entrance, but the figure I thought I had seen was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it had been a trick of my imagination.

Leaving the charming restaurant, I leaned on my crutches while I navigated the cobblestone path, each step a reminder of my broken foot. As we reached the edge of the street, I paused, my heart skipping a beat when I caught a glimpse of a dark figure across the road in eerie shadows, and in the distance, Marco's menacing gaze bore into us. I could almost feel his sinister thoughts as he stared, a shiver running down my spine. We were both eager to return to the safety of Maria's apartment.

...For now...

To come part 5
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Clip 225 Broken leg, full leg cast, LLWC, crutch part 1

Clip 224 broken arm in a LAC cast, broken leg in a SLWC and crutches

Clip 223 Hit by a car , broken leg, slc cast, crutches

Flight attendant part 3

 "Since you are a student here Maria I will have you apply the cast to your friend Jewel". Maria's face lit, her excitement was palpable. She prepared the materials for the cast, and she glanced at me, her eyes filled with...attractions, I think.

She leaned down, staring into my eyes, and kissed my lips ever so gently, "It's going to be ok Jewel, don't worry"

Maria's preparation was meticulous; she ensured that my foot was positioned comfortably, offering me a reassuring smile before beginning her work. She delicately smoothed a layer of padding over my broken foot and leg, each touch gentle yet firm.

I couldn't help but stare at her deep blue eyes, framed by thick lashes that fluttered as she focused on her task. The casting material followed, Maria's hands glided across the material, smoothing it out with expertise. It was as if she transformed this medical necessity into a work of art. With each layer, the cast protected my broken foot but also look so sexy somehow.

Time seemed to blur as Maria worked, her sexy lips curved into a gentle smile as she smoothed out the final layer, and I found myself captivated by the curve of her mouth, the softness of her lips. It was at that moment that she leaned down, her lips against my skin, and pressed a tender kiss to the edge of the cast.

As I looked at the cast, It was not just for physical aid and protection, but a real connection between us. I pulled her closer, there was a palpable tension in the air, a magnetic pull that drew us together. And then I pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was loving and passionate, our lips moved in perfect harmony. Maria's response was immediate. her arms wrapped around me, drawing me closer until there was no space left between me and this lovely Italian. The cast on my leg served as a reminder that I was vulnerable, but I felt anything but weak.

The kiss deepened, our mouths parting and our tongues did a dance of desire. As our bodies pressed together, the pain in my foot seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the intensity of my attraction towards this woman that saved my life. And as our lips finally parted, we remained locked in an embrace.

"Hummm, now, let's fit you for crutches, here we use forearm crutches." She retrieved a pair, carefully adjusting them for my appropriate height. I stood on my right foot and took a few steps towards Maria, her smile was infectious.

"You're a natural," Maria's voice held a touch of admiration, she was staring into my big brown eyes.

Then in a brain freeze type of move I pretended to lose balance, leaning forward until I was pressed against Maria's reassuring presence. Our eyes met, and without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss. Mouths parted, and in the tender intimacy of this Italian hospital room, our tongues met again.

I felt so attracted to this woman, like nothing could stop us, until we both heard the door open and...

"Jewel, your boyfriend, Marco, is in the front waiting for you," the admin assistant said, her voice breaking the sensual connection that I had with Maria in our intimate moment. Her words were like a cold shower, I felt shock and fear.

Maria's eyes widened in alarm, her grip on me tightening almost instinctively. We exchanged a glance and Marco was a reminder of the danger that still surrounded us. We couldn't afford to be caught, not now, not ever.

"I... I can't face him," I stammered, panicking.

"We need to leave, Jewel. Now."

With hurried movements, she helped me gather my belongings, the crutches providing much-needed support as I moved around on my right leg only. The cast on my broken foot was just another problem to deal with trying to escape from Marco.

As we made our way towards the back exit in the quiet hallway, I couldn't shake the feeling of being hunted. Each step on my forearm crutches felt like an effort, my body adjusting to the new rhythm and the extra weight of the cast on my leg. I kept my injured knee bent, the white cast protecting my lower leg from further harm. I was acutely aware of the pain radiating from my foot, I had been afraid of breaking my leg or ankle jumping out the window and it was my foot that gave up. Well done Jewel...

As we finally stepped outside, the sunlight hit my face, a contrast to the dimly lit hospital corridor. The world continued to turn despite the chaos that had become my reality. Maria's grip on my arm was firm, and I could feel her tension as she hailed a taxi. Her eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning for any sign of danger. I couldn't blame her, the fear that Marco could appear at any moment was intense.

My cast felt strange on my leg, restricting my movement and altering my balance. My good leg was taking on the majority of the work, while the injured one remained propped up and carefully shielded from any accidental bumps. I hobbled into the taxi with Maria taking my crutches, positioning myself carefully on the seat.

During the ride, I stole a glance at Maria, as our eyes met, a small smile on her lips, as if offering reassurance amidst the uncertainty. My cast was on her lap and she was caressing my toes. It felt amazing, a silent understanding that we were in this together. She was amazing.

As the taxi pulled to a sudden stop, the jolt sent pain through my broken foot. I positioned myself at the edge of the seat.

"Take your time, Jewel. I'm right here to help you."

My good leg first while the casted leg remained elevated. The combination of forearm crutches and a cast was a new challenge. Once safely on the ground, I looked up to see Maria already in the process of settling the taxi fare. Her efficiency was apparent while her gaze lingered on my white cast and I could sense something that I couldn't define.

"My apartment is 2 blocks from here", "she had a cute little place. One bedroom apartment which looked a lot like her, very stylish and organised, maximizing the space.

I was very nervous until she sat beside me, not too close and we made small talk. I was looking into her deep blue eyes when she made the first move. She slid closer to me, lifted my broken foot and placed it on her lap. I was facing her.

She kissed me gently on the lips and my mouth closed. I didn't react for a second and then started to kiss back. My lips parted and her tongue entered my mouth slowly and gently. I moved my cast aside and put my arms around her and we kissed for a long time.

Here it was again, Maria's gaze drifting towards my broken foot, the white cast that protected the broken bones. There was a tenderness in her eyes, there was something more than just concern for my injured limb. Her fingers brushed against the edges of my cast as if they were close to my vagina.

She gently touched the smooth surface of the cast. Her touch was delicate, slowly moving down along the foot portion of my leg cast. Without a word, Maria's fingers rubbed my exposed toes along the edge of the cast, her touch sending a shiver up my spine.

She leaned down to press a tender kiss on the exposed toes of my broken foot. It was a simple yet intimate gesture, a sensual way of offering comfort like women do best.

The touch of her lips against my skin sent a rush of wetness between my legs.

She removed my glasses, leading the way, I was literally her blind lover. She nuzzled my neck, ears and she could hear my breathing get faster.

"Do you trust me?" Maria's voice was a whisper, filled with love.

"Yes, completely, but I'm blind without my glasses," I admitted.

She took my hand and helped me stand on my good leg, my knee bent to keep my cast off the floor, while I leaned against her for support. Her touch was steady and sure, guiding me with confidence.

With each hop, one step at a time, we moved forward, our bodies moving in sync as if we were dancing to an unspoken rhythm. As we made our way towards her bedroom, anticipation hung in the air, a palpable sexual tension, impossible to ignore. In my case I felt totally physically vulnerable with my broken foot and sexually desirable being as blind as a bat. Totally relying on this sexy Italian woman.

Once we reached the bedroom, Maria guided me to the bed, her touch reassuring and gentle. She helped me sit down, the reality of my situation sinking in. Maria's attention shifted to my broken foot, with a delicate touch, she lifted my cast, her fingers cradling it with the utmost care. She placed it gently on the bed beside.

As I watched her, I think she smiled and she...

Part 4 to come
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Clip 221 broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 220 broken leg, cast, SLWC, cane part 2

Sexy bone Specialist part 5

 After my successful event with Alexandra, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the upcoming meeting with Henry, the mysterious potential client. As I prepared for our meeting, I took extra care in choosing my attire, wanting to make a strong first impression without pushing that I was a doctor.

The warm water from the shower cascaded over me, soothing and washing away the cares of the long day after 2 long surgeries. I was very careful in my shower, I savoured the sensation of the droplets on my left leg, now a shapely stump. The water dripped along the long scars. My mind wandered as I contemplated what lay ahead.

With a sense of purpose, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush towel, my dark hair cascading in damp waves. Balancing on my crutches, I moved gracefully across the room.

As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but scrutinize my reflection, my missing leg, a mixture of self-assurance and concern in my gaze. That concern came from past experience where some men reacted badly to my one leg and crutches.

Yet, I selected a sexy black cocktail dress, one that accentuated my curves, exuded an air of confidence and displayed both my sexy and strong right leg and my stump. The deep black fabric clung to my figure, it was both elegant and sexy.

Balancing delicately on one leg while my crutches leaned against the wall, I slid into a high heel pump, its click echoing in the room like a warning call...Vivian is coming. I applied a subtle touch of makeup, enhancing my features without overshadowing my enigmatic green eyes.

As I stood before the mirror, the image that stared back at me was that of a doctor who defied convention, a woman who embraced sexual desires in all their forms. My crutches were always within reach, ready to support me on new adventures.

The designated meeting spot was a beautiful restaurant/ business meeting place just outside London, a place where secrets could be shared without fear of prying eyes. I arrived a bit early, my heart pounding with curiosity. The ambience was upscale and set the stage for our clandestine encounter.

I chose a corner table tucked away from the main path, where we could talk without drawing too much attention. Minutes later, a man that I guessed was Henry walked in. He was a man of mystery, his presence commanding. Dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication, he moved with grace. His dark hair framed a chiselled face with a hint of rugged charm, and dark brown eyes.

Our gazes met, and there was an unspoken understanding that passed between us plus he saw my crutches. In a strange way. You could say that we were two individuals drawn together by a shared fascination. As he approached the table, I rose to my foot, extending a hand in greeting

"Henry," I said, my voice warm. "I'm Vivian. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He took my hand, his grip firm. "The pleasure is mine. I've been following your posts on social media with great interest."

We settled into our seats, the dim light casting an aura of intrigue around us. The menu lay forgotten as we jumped into the purpose of our meeting about the boundaries we were willing to push.

It's so strange how sometimes I seem to totally miss the elephant in the room. Here we were settled into our corner table at this elegant restaurant, the ambience seemed to protect us like Alexandra long leg cast protected her broken leg. That was until Henry leaned in slightly as if ready to share a well-guarded secret that was going to shake me to the bones.

"Dr. Caldwell," he began, his voice very serious. God I felt like I needed to work on my anonymity since both clients so far knew my name before we started. But that was the least of my problems with Henry.

"I must admit that my interest in your work goes beyond mere curiosity. I've been tasked by your hospital to do a rather unique private, very private investigation" I was ready to pass out. I regarded him with intrigue trying hard to regain control and let's be honest save my career.

"And how does my private life fit into this investigation, Henry?"

He paused looking straight into my eyes, as if carefully choosing his words and trying to read my mind, my deepest secrets.

"I believe that your unconventional services, your ability to provide individuals with experiences that test their boundaries, may hold a key to understanding certain aspects of human behaviour and psychology." I had no ideas where he was going with this.

"To be blunt, YOUR hospital is interested in exploring the motivations behind your clients' desires to have such a painful experience like breaking a bone, the psychological impact of being in a leg cast for months and using crutches, and the resilience, I mean doctor I don't know how you broke Alexandra leg but wow, that's something else"

I nodded, beginning to grasp the scope of his inquiry. "So, you're seeking to gain insights into the human psyche through the lens of sexual pain, desire and immobilization?"

"Precisely, Dr. Caldwell. I believe that by understanding the motivations and psychological processes involved in seeking out your services, we can shed light on some of the most profound sexual fetishes."

Before I could respond, a sudden urge led me to excuse myself and make my way to the ladies room. With a practised fluidity gained over the years since losing my left leg, I pushed back my chair and rose to my single remaining foot, balancing gracefully on the slender heel of my high heeled pump.

With a sensual sway of my hips, I reached for my crutches, their sleek metal frames catching Henry's eyes. I positioned them under my arms. Then, with a graceful transition, I shifted my weight onto my remaining leg, I felt my muscles flexing beneath the smooth fabric of my pantyhose. I always loved how the delicate arch of my high-heeled pump accentuated the sexy curve of my calf.

With each step, my leg moved in rhythm between my crutches, simple, efficient and very sensual. As I made my way, I could feel the weight of Henry's gaze on me, his fascination evident . My physicality, the way I moved on my crutches, had always been a source of intrigue for those who met me for the first time.

In the ladies room, there was another woman beside me in a wheelchair with both her lower legs in white casts. As I stood before the mirror on my crutches, she was staring at my dark wavy hair cascading around my shoulders, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself. My green eyes that looked mysterious and her beautiful broken legs or ankles.

I wished that Henry's eyes traced the lines of my shapely leg that extended from my slender thigh to the sleek high-heeled pump lille she was doing without pretending not to. It was a sight that may or may not have captivated him but sure was captivating her. Some men and women are attracted to amputees, some only to ladies in leg cast, I hoped he was into both.

With measured movements, I smiled at the lady and said "Hope you are not in too much pain" and I rubbed my stump, I rubbed the scars under my fingers, it was a subtle invitation, an acknowledgement of the physical and sensual reality. She licked her lips and we both left the ladies room.

As I gracefully returned to our table, Henry's silent admiration was obvious. I leaned my crutches against the wall, and with practised poise, I balanced on my single remaining leg, the slender high-heeled pump providing unwavering support as I lowered myself into the chair.

Henry's eyes remained transfixed on me, rendering him momentarily speechless.

I smiled and said. "I believe they call it sex appeal...Just kidding"

His gaze continued to linger on me, and after a moment that seemed too long, he spoke. "Thank you, Dr. Caldwell. Vivian, may I call you Vivian?"

"Yes."

Henry's was quick to draw a connection. "Perhaps one of the reasons women seek your unique services, Vivian, is precisely what you've just demonstrated. I mean pure beauty and sensuality, with the graceful use of crutches."

The poor man was so turned on by the situation, by me that what came next was ...

I noticed a familiar figure approaching, and I smiled at this beautiful woman and felt a tingle between my leg and stump. Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the café on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling at and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.

Part 6 to come
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