Saturday, September 9, 2023
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Thursday, September 7, 2023
Wednesday, September 6, 2023
Flight attendant part 7
Maria and I exchanged a determined look, we had just arrived in Montreal, our emotions a mix of relief and apprehension. As we stepped off the plane and into the bustling airport, the cold air hit us, a reminder that we were back in Canada. The presence of my broken leg in its long leg cast and the crutches were going to be a bigger problem for me.
We made our way through the airport looking around for Marco, the hum of conversations and the sound of luggage wheels echoing around us. I felt vulnerable as I hobbled on my crutches, my broken leg suspended in mid-air.
Maria walked beside me, she was a steady presence. My movements were slower and more deliberate than usual. The weight of my cast made the process more challenging. I needed to concentrate and forget about Marco for now. As we approached the baggage claim area, Maria's gaze fell on the line of available airport wheelchairs. She turned to me.
"Jewel, maybe we should get you a wheelchair," she suggested gently.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between my independence and the practicality of my broken leg.
"Yeah, I think that might be a good idea."
Maria quickly located an airport employee and arranged for a wheelchair. She helped sit and with my broken leg propped up on the leg rest, the relief was immediate. Maria pushed the wheelchair through the airport and the stares of strangers no longer bothered me.
Outside the airport, we ordered a Uber, and Maria helped me into the back seat. I positioned my crutches on the floor and adjusted my cast on her lap after she settled in beside me, her hand on my cast and her fingers rubbing my exposed toes. As the cityscape of Montreal passed by outside the window, I couldn't help but steal glances at Maria. She turned to me, a soft smile gracing her lips. Our fingers laced together.
The Uber pulled up to my condo building, and Maria helped me out of the car with a steady hand. I leaned on my crutches as we made our way to the entrance, the click of my crutches against the pavement reminded me of the first time I broke a bone.
Inside the building, we rode the elevator up to my floor. As the doors closed, Maria leaned over and kissed me. Then we entered my condo and Maria helped me settle onto the couch.
"Let's get you in the shower, you will feel more comfortable after," she said softly.
I nodded. Maria helped me to remove my top, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes never left mine, a silent reassurance that I was safe and cared for. For some reason I was struggling with my bra and she helped me unhook it. Her touch was delicate around my big round breasts.
Then she started the process of removing my leggings, my good leg first. Then carefully removed them from my long cast, it's like she could read my mind, she helped me shift and move when I needed too for my comfort at every step.
"When I was 15 I broke both my legs Jewel so I understand how you feel naked wearing only a leg cast and needing help" Yes she knew, 3 months in a wheelchair and close to a year on crutches.
"Ready for the shower?" she asked, her eyes clearly admiring my broken leg.
I nodded and she slipped a soft robe around me, the fabric warm against my naked body. She wrapped the robe snugly, her touch exciting me sexually, I was so turned by that woman.
With my crutches in hand, I made my way to the bathroom. She then wrapped my cast in plastic bags. The shower stall awaited, another challenge. I carefully balanced on one leg.
She quickly undressed and said. "I'll help you shower, Jewel."
Her words were a lifeline, Maria held onto my waist, her touch gentle yet firm. As I carefully lifted my good leg and stepped into the shower, I felt a sense of accomplishment then she walked behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist. Pulling my broken body towards hers as she gently kissed my neck.
She turned me on my good leg to face her with her small hands around my ass. Squeezing slowly and gently. I was in love with her, her lips touched mine in a slow, gentle motion, our tongues against each other.
My hand grabbed her hair while her lips caressed my body as she moved lower and lower. Her soft lips against my belly slowly moved to my vagina. I shook and panted when she kissed my thighs and licked all around it.
Her tongue slid in and touched my clitoris and then moved up and down in a slow gentle manner. I arched my back as I moaned and grabbed my hard cast with both hands and pulled it up between Maria's legs.
She rubbed against my broken leg while her tongue moved quicker as she sucked and kissed my clitoris. My wetness was dripping along her chin.... Sweating and panting....She was getting louder as she furiously rubbed herself against my long cast.
"Oh god Maria" I moaned as I cum all over her lips and tongue. I pull her up by the hair. Rested my cast on the small bench and she slid along my broken leg. I almost passed out from the pain. A good pain...
My hands grabbed her breast and squeezed. She jumped slowly up and down on my cast. As I tightly squeezed her nipples. She moaned faster, louder, out of control until her orgasm took over as she rubbed her wet vagina all over it. I pull her up along my broken leg, never losing contact with the rough surface, so I could kiss her.
A sharp sound shattered the air, we exchanged a quick glance, our hearts racing. The sound was unmistakable, shattering of glass. Without a second thought, Maria's instincts kicked in. She swiftly reached for a towel, her movements efficient, like part of a previous training. She dried herself, her gaze never leaving mine.
"Stay here, Jewel," she said firmly. She slipped into her clothes with ease, her movements controlled like a different Maria.
"I'll be right back," she reassured me before kissing my lips.
As Maria stepped into the living room, I grabbed my crutches and moved through my condo naked to help her if needed. The sight before me was a chilling confirmation of the danger we faced, Marco's gaze fixed upon her. Being the man he was, In a swift, reckless motion, he lunged at Maria, his clenched fist swinging through the air.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Maria's reflexes were lightning fast, she clearly had years of martial arts training. She sidestepped his big swing, with such graceful ease. Marco's fist sailed through the air, missing its intended target. In that split second, leaning on my crutches, I saw Maria's advantage became evident. Her body moved with a fluidity that betrayed her skill.
My sexy Italian girlfriend's eyes focused. The danger that Marco posed was met with her own retaliation that was swift and decisive. In one fluid motion, she pivoted on her heel, her leg sweeping toward Marco's right leg. Her foot connected with precision right below his knee and the impact broke both the bones in his lower leg and possibly his knee.
Marco stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock, I watched, in awe of Maria's beauty, speed and strength.
"You bitch you broke my leg" He yelled at her and stopped when he noticed me naked standing on my crutches.
Maria's figure remained poised, her expression was caution until she stared at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"I'm okay, Jewel. We're both safe now but I would suggest you get dress while I splint his broken leg"
I came back in a skirt and blouse when Maria grabbed ski poles from my closet. I watched as she expertly positioned the ski poles on either side of Marco's badly broken leg, she was going to use them as makeshift splints to provide support and stability.
"Hold on, Marco, I need to realign your tibia. It's the only way to limit the damage."
Marco's pain was evident as Maria gently but firmly manipulated his leg, adjusting the alignment of the fractured bones.
"Breathe through it," she instructed, her hands steady. "I know it hurts, but you did attack me first, I was defending us, but we need to set it straight."
Maria gripped his ankle and foot. With a calculated tug and a controlled twist of his broken leg, she felt the resistance give way, and the bone snapped back into place. The cracking sounds send shivers through my own broken leg. Using ace badges she wrapped his leg between the 2 ski poles.
"I will call 911 for an ambulance "I said but her reply was swift.
"NO, not yet "Maria said, almost smiling at me.
Part 8 to come
K
Tuesday, September 5, 2023
Monday, September 4, 2023
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
K
Sunday, September 3, 2023
Saturday, September 2, 2023
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
K