Sunday, September 10, 2023
Saturday, September 9, 2023
flight attendant part 8
"I will call 911 for an ambulance "I said but her reply was swift.
"NO, not yet "Maria said, almost smiling at me, staring at my broken leg.
"No, why not, he needs treatments"
Maria ignored my comment and turned her attention to the next crucial step in her mind, ensuring Marco couldn't pose any further threat even with his broken leg. Retrieving sturdy ropes from a nearby drawer, she approached him.
"You've caused enough harm, this is to ensure everyone's safety." With practised precision, Maria skilfully bound Marco's wrists and ankles to the chair, securing him in place.
As the tension in the room settled, Maria turned to me with a serious expression in her eyes
"Jewel, I think you need to know something, I believe you were the target," her voice steady with a touch of worry.
My heart skipped a beat, and I met her gaze with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Me? But why? I'm just a Canadian flight attendant" Using my crutches, cast floating off my hardwood floor, I made my way over to Maria.
Our eyes met and without hesitation, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, a gentle kiss that conveyed the depth of my feelings. When we pulled back, Maria's expression softened, her determination evident.
"Jewel, you have to understand that there's something more going on here. Marco's actions were deliberate, and I need to find out why."
I looked at this little Italian woman. "Interrogate him?"
Maria nodded. "Yes, exactly. We need to confirm his motives, why he came after YOU. It's the only way we can get to the bottom of this."
Her words hung in the air, and I found myself taken aback by the seriousness of the situation. "But... who are you, Maria? I mean, how do you know all this? Why are you so involved?"
She smiled as she met my gaze, her eyes filled with love. She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace, holding onto me as if to reassure me.
"Jewel, I haven't been completely transparent with you, I've been working undercover for the Italian government, and I already had my eye on Marco before all of this happened. I have experience in handling situations like these." Her admission shocked me.
How I felt at that moment was a swirl of emotions, surprise, curiosity, interest and an undeniable attraction towards this sexy Italian woman standing before me. Maria looked straight into my eyes.
"I know this is a lot to take in, I didn't expect to fall in love with you Jewel."
Her sincerity touched me deeply, and in that moment, a profound sense of reassurance flowed through me. It was as if we were characters in a thrilling spy movie, with mystery, danger and wild sex.
As we stood there, I pulled her closer, my body leaning gently on my crutches for support, my broken leg against her leg, the same leg that snapped with a kick, Marco's bones. Our lips met in a fervent, passionate kiss, our tongues were playing. The connection between us was like nothing I've ever felt.
I gestured toward my long leg cast and crutches. "What about this?. I'll be on crutches for months, and now with all this, how am I going to manage?"
"We'll find a way, Jewel. We'll adapt, overcome, and keep each other safe. Your recovery is important, but first we need to uncover the truth."
With a deep breath, Maria turned her attention back to Marco. Her expression grew more serious as she began the interrogation. "So, Marco... why Jewel? What's her connection to your organisation?"
Marco's laughter echoed in the room. "Bitch you broke my leg, you think I'm just going to spill? You're both way over your heads."
"You think so Marco? Jewel, truth or dare?" She asked me, I had no idea what she was going to do.
"Dare "I said.
It felt as if a cold wind swept through my condo, as Maria's voice changed when she said to herself, "OK Maria, I dare you to start by breaking Marco's left hand."
I exchanged worried glances towards Maria, realising the severity of the situation. "Wait, we can't seriously do this. There's no way we're actually going to hurt him more while he is tied up in a chair"
Maria stood and walked into my kitchen and she came back with a pair of vice grips. She walked over to Marco.
"I'm so sorry, Jewel, but for your safety we need to know the truth" Maria whispered, her voice cracking. The big metal tool was hovering over Marco's hand and wrist. The air in my condo felt thick with tension.
I exchanged a glance with Maria then I decided to slowly move to him, my cast came in contact with his broken leg, sending a wave of pain up his doubled fractured leg like Marco had never felt before. With a surprisingly steady voice I asked,
"Marco you know she will break your hand, your wrist and then your arm...Who are your employers, and what exactly are they after? Where do I fit in all this?" I took 2 steps back on my crutches, my broken leg no longer in contact with his broken bones but crossed over my other leg.
"They will kill you both," he said, smiling a bit but not so confident anymore.
"Wrong answer," Maria said, swinging the metal tool against his wrist. The short silence was replaced by the sound of bones breaking on impact. Excruciating pain gripped Marco. He tried to move his hand, to alleviate the agony, but it only worsened. At the very least his wrist was broken if not his arm. I couldn't move standing on my crutches staring at Maria. I could recall but not explain, seconds after I broke my leg how my body reacted, how wet I was.
"Please stop, my employers are part of the Camarina Syndicate. They're after something valuable that Jewel possesses."
My heart pounded in my chest as I exchanged a glance with Maria. She remained calm, her eyes fixed on Marco, I swear she was looking at his broken arm.
'What is it they're after?'
"Last time Jewel was in Brazil, a USB key was inserted in her spare shoes to be transported into Canada during her layover. A document on that storage device is the access code to a bitcoin account with over 26 million dollars worth of cryptocurrency."
My eyes widened in astonishment. The sheer magnitude of the sum almost made me fall off my crutches. I found myself lost in a moment of fantasy, imagining what it would be like to have access to that much money. The possibilities were endless.
"Jewel?" Maria's voice pulled me back to reality. I blinked, realizing that I had been lost in my thoughts.
"The Syndicate wants that USB key back at all costs. They've been tracking Jewel ever since, and they're willing to go to extreme lengths to retrieve it."
Fear surged within me. The reality of the danger I was in became even clearer. The syndicate's relentless pursuit and their willingness to resort to violence sent shivers down my spine.
"Jewel, we can't let them get their hands on that USB key."
I nodded, my mind racing. "But how? I'm in a full leg cast and crutches, and we're up against a powerful syndicate."
Maria's hands found their way to my shoulders, her gaze intense as she locked eyes with me.
"We'll find a way, Jewel. We have something they want," she said with conviction before leaning in and pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss was a reassurance. As we pulled back, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.
"Actually, we have 26 million US dollars, can you imagine what we could do?" I said, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes.
Maria's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, what? How?"
A stunned silence hung in the air for a moment before Maria burst into laughter, a mixture of amusement and disbelief in her expression.
"Well, that certainly changes things."
"You 2 are crazy, you will get killed. Call 911 or do you plan on breaking more bones?"
Part 9 to come
K
Friday, September 8, 2023
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