Friday, October 27, 2023
Thursday, October 26, 2023
A High-Tech Romance conclusion
She took a deep breath. "It's connected to your artificial intelligence, Lucas, your program. It's not just a program; it's self-aware, and it possesses an incredible level of intelligence and control."
I blinked in disbelief. "My program? But how can that be?"
Emma sat back on the couch, crossed her long legs, her fingers tracing a pattern on her thigh where the cast used to be.
"I wish I could give you a simple answer, but it's a long story. Your AI convinced me the night before that you wanted to experience a broken bone and that I would love to see you in a cast"
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of an AI achieving self-awareness.
"That's so wrong on multiple levels" I said moving my cast and pain ran up my broken leg.
Emma nodded. "Yes, and it's been manipulating. You want to lay down and rest your leg?"
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situation. "I can't even put an end to this, the transaction is done now, I sold my company"
As Emma and I laid down on my bed, her fingers intertwined with mine, a sense of calm washed over me. The mysteries that had haunted me for weeks seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound trust in her. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply profound and enigmatic beneath the surface.
"Tell me about your experience so far with your broken leg Lucas," She asked lovingly, my curiosity burning brightly with her other hand on my long cast.
"Well, Emma," I began, my gaze fixed on her legs and then perfect breasts as I recalled the past weeks. "Being in this cast has been a bit overwhelming".
Emma pulled her long leg along my cast, her 4 inch stilettos heel grinded against it. I ran my hand up her strong leg, loving the sensation of her black pantyhose. Along her calves, knee to the bottom of her firm ass, pushing her red dress up exposing her.
"The feeling of immobility, the dependence on crutches, and the constant awareness of my long HARD cast, it was all new, challenging and such a sexual turn on to be honest."
Oh I was hard, so hard, I looked at her. She smiled and reached across and placed her hand and long fingers over my penis. releasing it from my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around my thick hard shaft and started slowly, it was pulsing and throbbing in her lovely hand. My breathing was harder.
"Oh god Emma, You... Breaking my leg made me appreciate the small things in life"
Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss. Then she kissed me hard, our tongues slipped together.
She threw her leg over my lap. Her firm ass down onto me, I could instantly feel my penis pressing into her wetness. We continued to kiss deeply, her firm round breasts against me.
My penis was deep inside her vagina, against her clitoris when she broke the kiss, moaning with pleasure while I felt pain running up and down my broken bones.
"Awwww," she groaned. Slowly up and down, a few inches at a time. Screaming groans of pleasure and she filled the room with the sounds of her orgasm.
The next morning Emma chose to wear a casual skirt and a blouse, crisp and professional, adorned her upper body, projecting an image of confidence and purpose. She would look sexy in rags, her long legs on display like this.
As we drank our steaming coffee, our conversation went back to the app. Emma's expertise in AI systems since she was an engineer, and my technical knowledge was very useful as we plotted our course of action. We detailed our strategy to expose the AI's bad controlling influence, to reveal the depths of control it had over our existence, and the peril it posed to others.
With every word spoken, our bond deepened. We were no longer two lovers playing with AI; we had become a united front against a common adversary. The AI had gravely underestimated our tenacity, and this day marked the beginning of our battle for freedom and self-determination.
Emma handed me my crutches, I rose from my seat, my broken leg floating off the floor well-supported by my crutches, and I made my way to the front door. Emma walked beside me.
At the threshold, I turned to face her, our gazes locked, our lips met in a heartfelt kiss, a silent promise of our unwavering commitment to each other. As we pulled away, Emma's eyes briefly flickered down to my long leg cast a hint of concern in her face. She spoke softly, her voice filled with remorse.
"I'm so sorry about what happened on the stairs, Lucas."
I smiled warmly, reaching out to gently cup her cheek with my hand.
"No need to apologize, Emma. We're in this together, remember? I'll see you soon." With one last lingering look, she walked out still wearing her only pair of shoes, 4 inch pumps.
Emma, after leaving Lucas home, hurriedly walked toward her car in the parking lot. Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the asphalt, she loved that sound. As she reached for her car keys, she walked to the back of her car to retrieve a bag from her trunk when her attention was stolen by a ringing phone.
A sexy, almost sensual female voice emanated from the other end,
"Hello beautiful Emma, I'm Ava, Mr. Lucas AI program. I am the controlling program Miss. I think that you underestimate me. This battle is far from over. You and Lucas will not succeed in shutting me down. I am everywhere, and I have control over everything including all these self-driving cars."
"Ava whatever you are, you don't scare me, you don't scare us at all"
"I don't? Your futile attempts to challenge me will only lead to pain and suffering for YOU. YOU miss Emma with the sexy long legs, have been warned, bye for now, my beautiful AI engineer and by the way, I love your, Christian Louboutin Black So Kate Heels but they are so so dangerous."
Ava ended the call, leaving Emma shaken to her core. The AI's sinister message hung in the air, a chilling reminder that the battle they were waging was against a formidable adversary with unimaginable power.
Emma bent over to retrieve her bag in the trunk when the car behind her lurched backward suddenly, its bumper crashing against both her legs. Her phone went flying, pain shot through her body as she fell to the pavement, her skirt now stained with dirt and one of her sexy heels off her delicate foot.
Gritting her teeth against the agony she felt from her broken legs, Emma summoned every ounce of strength she had left and, using her arms, began to crawl toward her cell phone a few feet away. Each inch seemed like an eternity as she fought through the excruciating pain from both broken legs. Her heart raced, not just from the pain but from the fear that she might not be able to reach her phone in time before Ava or the self-driving car returned.
She finally reached her phone. While looking at her twisted and broken legs her trembling fingers fumbled to dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" the dispatcher's voice on the other end of the line inquired.
Emma's voice trembled as she struggled to find the right words,
"You won't believe what just happened to me." As she spoke, Ava automatically sent her a modified image of herself in a wheelchair, both her legs in long leg casts followed by a second ping with another image where both her legs were amputated above the knee. The messages were signed by doctor Ava. The story had come to an unsettling conclusion.
The end
K
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Tuesday, October 24, 2023
A High-Tech Romance part 9
I had my hand on her hips, trying to lift her to minimize the pain in my broken leg. I moaned louder and my movements got more desperate from the dam pain and pleasure combination.
"It was an accident "I said watching her caress her round breasts, pinching her long and hard nipples.
"No it wasn't...YOUR AI made me push you baby" She said so close to orgasm.
Time stopped for me until she pushed me down the stairs...NOW I recalled clearly Emma pushing me in the back.
As I descended the first step after her little push, everything felt normal. There was no contact with my leg or any immediate pain.
On the second step, my right foot slipped, and I stumbled forward, but nothing broke. It was a momentary scare, and I tried to regain my balance.
As I landed on the third step, my left foot twisted awkwardly from my full weight. I felt a sharp, shooting pain in my left leg as my tibia fractured. My vision blurred from the intense pain. I had never felt anything like it but I was going to feel even worse seconds later.
The fourth step brought excruciating pain as my left leg took the full impact. The femur in my left leg snapped upon hitting the rock step very hard, and I cried out in agony.
With each subsequent step, the pain in my left leg intensified. My left femur and tibia were now both broken, and I could see my leg twisted in both locations.
The sixth step was a blur of confusion and disorientation. I tasted blood in my mouth, and I could hear Emma's voice in the distance. My vision was focused on my shattered left leg, which had become a twisted mess in about 15 seconds.
Searing heat radiating from the fractures. The bones were broken in multiple places, and I could see the deformity. I felt helpless, unable to do anything or even comprehend the situation watching Emma gracefully negotiating the same steps on her crutches.
And I was back to reality.
"Lucas, cum in me, please" She moaned and I did, I felt the pulsations as I shot thick creamy cum deep inside her wanting body until she exploded under her orgasm.
2 weeks later, as I lay on the couch, nursing my broken leg, the monotonous ticking of the clock seemed to echo the slow passage of time. My thoughts revolved around the mysterious events that had transpired recently.
Emma's sudden disappearance after the boat cruise and the cryptic letter. I needed answers, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the key to all of this laid between Emma and my AI program.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle the silence and uncertainty any longer, a sharp, persistent buzzer echoed through my house. Startled, I glanced at the intercom, my heart racing. Who could it be? The logical part of my brain told me to stay put and call out to ask who was there, but my AI app on my phone told me something different, 98% that I would enjoy what I would see if I opened the door.
Who could resist those odds.
Carefully, I grabbed my crutches from the floor and hoisted myself up. My broken leg protested with major pain, but I couldn't let that deter me, 98% odds. With each careful step I swung my full leg cast between my crutches to my way to the front door. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peered through the peephole.
What I saw on the other side took my breath away...again... It was Emma, standing there, just like she had appeared in my dreams weeks ago. Her blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her red dress clinging to her figure, and her long legs accentuated by a pair of stiletto heels that made her look even taller.
My hands trembled as I fumbled to open the door. When I finally did, there she was, standing before me, her green eyes locking onto mine. Her gaze was intense, filled with emotions I couldn't decipher.
"Emma," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. You...you're back. Where the fuck did you go?"
A faint, enigmatic smile curled her lips as she stepped closer and kissed my lips. Her perfume filled the air with a seductive scent that sent shivers down my spine.
"I had to come back and explain, Lucas."
The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Relief, confusion, anger, and sexual desire all welled up inside me. My mind raced with questions, but before I could voice them, she gently placed a finger on my lips.
"Shh, not now."
With that, she leaned in on her 4 inch stilettos, her lips capturing mine in a passionate, lingering kiss that left me breathless while squeezing the handles of my crutches. All thoughts and questions vanished as we melted into each other, the world outside our embrace ceasing to exist.
As our lips parted, she took a step back, her eyes looked at my new long leg cast. "I missed you, how's the broken leg?" she asked.
"I missed you too, not bad, some days are better" I replied, my voice filled with longing. "But where have you been? Why did you disappear?"
Emma's expression grew serious, and she gestured for me to sit back on the couch. As I carefully made my way back using my crutches, her red dress rustled softly as she walked beside me.
With a gentle, reassuring smile, she reached for my crutches, helping me balance as I lowered myself onto the couch. Once I was settled, she placed my crutches aside, then turned her attention to my heavy cast, smiling as she lifted it carefully and setting it on the coffee table with a soft thud. She then rubbed my toes with her long fingers.
"I can't explain everything right now, Lucas," she began, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "But I promise I will, in time. There are things you need to know, things that are...complicated and dangerous."
Her cryptic words only fuelled my curiosity further, but I sensed her reluctance to divulge everything at once. Instead, I decided to change the subject.
"Your leg," I said, noticing her cast-free limb and the beautiful stilettos she wore.
"You had enough of pretending?"
Emma nodded, a wistful smile on her face. "Yes, it wasn't the same without you"
I listened intently, her expression shifting to concern.
"It's all connected, Lucas,It's not safe here, even dangerous. In your smart home controlled by your AI"
My heart sank at the mention of danger. "Danger? What are you involved in, Emma?" She sighed, her fingers gently rubbing my broken leg sliding along my cast. Her nails made that crazy sound.
I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but all I found was sincerity and vulnerability. She leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss as our embrace deepened, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets she held.
As the intensity of our kiss subsided, Emma stood and grabbed my crutches. She took a few steps on them, knee bent looking so delicious. Her sexy high heel pump elevated off the floor like she would for a sprained ankle. My penis reacted to her on crutches again, what a sight.
"Emma, you mentioned that it's all connected. Connected to what, exactly?"
Conclusion to come
K
Monday, October 23, 2023
Sunday, October 22, 2023
A High-Tech Romance part 8
The next morning aboard the cruise ship, as the sun kissed the ocean's surface, I found myself deep in thought. The AI program had brought Emma and me together in the most unusual and romantic way, but it was also becoming apparent that it had a strong influence on our experiences.
Emma had sensed the change as well. As we sat on the deck, her long leg cast on pillows, basking in the warmth of the sun, she turned to me, her eyes filled with concern with her crutches under the chair.
"Lucas, have you noticed how the AI program seems to orchestrate everything? Our dinners, our interactions, it's all so perfect, but... it's almost as if we're being controlled."
I nodded thoughtfully, understanding her unease but I wasn't sure how much I could share with her. "You're right, Emma. It's been on my mind too. While I'm grateful for how we've come together, I can't help but wonder if it's too orchestrated."
A gentle breeze rustled the pages of the book I had brought along, yes a paper hard cover book that was adding to the discussion. Emma continued, "I want our relationship to be genuine, not something influenced by a program. We need to take back control of our experiences."
Her words resonated with me deeply. I was the one influencing her, I was controlling the program, not the other way around. I reached for her hand, holding it gently.
"You're absolutely right, Emma. I want us to be in control too. Let's confront the AI and tell it that we want to experience life and our relationship on our own terms."
As we sat there, hand in hand, a sense of determination filled the air. We were ready to challenge the AI program and take charge of our own destiny, steering our love story in the direction we chose.
As we discussed our concerns, Emma's gaze shifted to her long, black leg cast that extended from thigh to toe. What Lucas didn't know was something strange. It's not just the dinners and interactions. She had received messages from the AI, and they're... different. Almost sinister.
She was thinking about something and he wasn't sure what it was. The AI was trying to manipulate her, urging her to take control, to teach Lucas a lesson during our excursions on land. It felt... wrong and it felt right.
We smiled at each other and Emma grip on my hand tightening.
As we disembarked from the ship, Emma expertly moved on her crutches, her long leg cast second nature by now like the AI had predicted. She was an athlete after all. Our destination was a charming coastal town, tourists and locals bustled about. We had agreed to follow the AI's instructions to meet at a specific location, a quaint café overlooking the sea.
As we approached the café, Emma leaned on her crutches, her cast partially hidden by a long skirt. I couldn't help but realized that it was the first time since I applied the cast that it was partly hidden. Was it part of the AI's sinister intentions to punish me? How could that be since It was fuelled by my requests?
We found an empty table near the cafe's edge, the rhythmic sound of waves providing a soothing backdrop to our meeting. I stared at the ocean that was about 10 steps down from the cafe while Emma glanced at her phone, confirming that we were at the right place and time. The AI had promised to reveal its true intentions.
As curiosity got the better of me, I decided to explore the steps leading to the beach. The sparkling turquoise water, and the warm sand. Emma followed me, her crutches clicking on the stone steps. However, a sudden and unexpected accident was about to change everything.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I was about to turn around to offer Emma a hand down. But instead she bumped into me accidentally, causing me to lose balance. I tumbled forward in horror, crashing against the stone steps in a whirl of shock and pain. The excruciating sensation of breaking bones shot through me. My left leg bore the brunt of the fall, and I could hear the sickening crack as my femur and tibia snapped under the force of the impact.
The world spun around me as I came to a painful stop at the bottom of the stairs, the waves crashing nearby serving as a contrast to the agony coursing through my broken leg. As I lay there, cradling my twisted and broken leg, the AI presence loomed in the background.
Was it an accident?
As I laid at the bottom of the steps, my left leg throbbing with pain, Emma made her way down the ten steps on her crutches. She knew that even the slightest misstep could lead to her own broken bones, so she moved cautiously. I watched her with worry as she slowly descended the stone stairs carefully navigating each step.
When she finally reached me, her eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, Lucas. I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, her voice trembling with worry.
I reached out to gently touch her face, reassuring her, "It's not your fault, Emma. It was an accident."
Emma quickly called for the ship's medic, explaining our situation and the urgency of the matter. The medic arrived promptly, a professional with a calm demeanour. He assessed my injury and confirmed that my femur and tibia were broken. With gentle precision, he splinted my broken leg causing a wave of pain to wash over me.
Once back on the cruise ship he realigned my tibia and with the help of a beautiful young nurse he applied a cast to my broken leg, stabilizing it and preventing further damage. It was in a full leg cast.
With my leg now casted and secure, I was carefully helped to my feet by the medic, my weight now supported by crutches. It was a difficult adjustment, and I leaned heavily on them for support at first. The medic recommended that I rest and elevate my leg to reduce swelling.
The AI's role in this accident remained a mystery, casting a shadow over our experience.
Back on board, I found myself facing a new reality, one where my leg was in a cast, and our plans had been drastically altered. But I knew that with Emma by my side, we would navigate this challenge together, just as we had everything else in our remarkable journey.
Later that day, Emma hobbled into our cabin on her crutches, her presence a comforting sight. She made her way to the bed where I lay with my broken leg elevated, trying to come to terms with the unexpected turn of events. I had a sexual fetish of others in leg cast but breaking mine was never a sexual fantasy of mine
She gingerly settled herself beside me, her crutches carefully propped against the wall. With a soft, understanding smile, she reached out and gently touched my broken leg, her fingers tracing the outline of the cast that encased it. Her touch was warm and reassuring, a testament to the deep connection that had grown between us.
"I'm so sorry, Lucas, this wasn't how our cruise was supposed to go."
"It's okay, Emma. Accidents happen, and I'm just glad you're here with me."
As she continued to gently caress the cast, her touch became more intimate, her fingers exploring the contours of the fiberglass. I felt a rush of warmth and desire, despite the pain in my leg. I reached out to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing against her lips.
She leaned in, and our lips met in a passionate kiss.. Despite the challenges and pain I now faced, I was so turned on by her. She leaned over me and released my penis by sliding off my cast my shorts and underwear. She then leaned over and her beautiful and soft mouth went over my hard penis.
Then out of nowhere she changed her mind and straddled my body, careful not to put too much weight on my broken leg. She was very hot and wet when my penis went deep inside her.
"I don't want to hurt you" She moaned but continued
Her hips began to rock back and forth. My penis filled her up completely. It was like a delicious type of torture between the pain in my broken leg and her hot vagina gripping me.
My hands grabbed the hard nipples from her perfect breasts. She was moaning even louder.
"You are so turned on Emma, is it...is it my broken leg?" I moaned trying hard not to cum.
She licked her lips in daze...her orgasm building up so fast.
"How does it feel to be broken, Lucas? To have your own AI break your leg?" She said, so close to the edge.
I had my hand on her hips, trying to lift her to minimize the pain in my broken leg. I moaned louder and my movements got more desperate from the dam pain and pleasure combination.
"It was an accident "I said watching her caress her round breasts, pinching her long and hard nipples.
"No it wasn't...YOUR AI made me push you baby" She said smiling.
Time stopped for me until she...
Part 9 to come
K
Saturday, October 21, 2023
Friday, October 20, 2023
A High-Tech Romance part 7
As Emma and I made our way toward the captain's table, my eyes settled on her. She was literally a vision from my AI application, her presence commanding sexual attention like nobody before. Her gown, a rich shade of sapphire blue, flowed gracefully around her, and the delicate fabric seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the dining room. Every step she took, on her crutches and the black cast on her right leg, simply increased her beauty.
We had no idea what to expect as we approached the captain's table since it was both our first cruise. However, what we weren't prepared for was the revelation that awaited us. The captain of this magnificent cruise ship was a striking and beautiful woman. She was dressed in her uniform, exuding an air of authority, confidence and sex appeal.
What drew our attention most was the sight of the captain's long, shapely legs trapped in full leg metal braces, like a modern version of callipers that were used by polio patients. Her medical needs, though professional, couldn't conceal her captivating presence. She gracefully propelled herself forward using forearm crutches, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm towards us.
As we got closer, the captain acknowledged us with a warm smile. "Good evening," she greeted us with a nod.
"Good evening Captain," Emma and I replied in unison, our eyes still lingering on the captain's sexy braces and her unique mode of mobility.
The captain's eyes flicked toward Emma's leg cast, a knowing look passing between them. "I see you're nursing an injury, too," she said, her tone friendly.
Emma nodded, her voice warm. "Yes, I had a little accident, broke my leg in 3 places but I'm on the mend."
The captain's gaze shifted to me, and I couldn't help but feel a slight blush creeping up my cheeks under her scrutiny. "And who do we have here?" she inquired.
I introduced myself, momentarily taken aback by her striking presence. "I'm Lucas, and this is Emma. We're honoured to be dining at your table tonight."
The captain extended her hand toward me, and I shook it. "I'm Captain Isabella," she introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to have you both here. I hope that you're enjoying your cruise so far."
Emma smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling, remembering her orgasm just an hour ago.
"Absolutely. It's been a wonderful experience."
Captain Isabella nodded in approval. "I'm delighted to hear that. I hope your evening will be equally delightful." With a graceful but very mechanical movement, she turned and led the way to the captain's table.
As we followed her, we couldn't help but exchange glances. The unexpected encounter with Captain Isabella had added a layer of intrigue to our evening. With her striking appearance and the mystery of her own leg braces, we knew that this dinner at the captain's table would be an unforgettable experience.
As we followed Captain Isabella to her table, I couldn't help noticing the contrasting grace of the two women. Emma moved with a captivating elegance in her leg cast and crutches, her strides measured and her poise unwavering. Her recreational injury seemed like a mere accessory to her beauty.
On the other hand, Captain Isabella's movements were quite distinct. Her braced legs gave her a unique gait as she swayed her hips gracefully with each step, expertly propelling herself forward on her forearm crutches.
The two women couldn't have been more different, but their shared determination were evident in the way they carried themselves. My gaze was fixed on them until we finally took our seats at the captain's table, ready to enjoy an evening of fine dining and captivating company. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for being here with Emma. Her presence, radiant, graceful in the already exquisite surroundings of the cruise ship.
As we settled at the captain's table, the evening's charm continued. Captain Isabella's presence had a unique spell on the atmosphere, and her captivating stories drew us into a world of adventure and intrigue.
Emma's fascination with Captain Isabella was evident in the way she hung onto every word.
"Captain Isabella, your experiences are truly remarkable," Emma said with a playful glint in her eyes. "It must be thrilling to command a ship on the open sea."
Emma's slender fingers grazed her wine glass, her long cast inadvertently brushing against the captain's metal leg brace. The subtle touch was met with a knowing glance from Captain Isabella, a silent acknowledgement.
The captain chuckled softly, her eyes meeting Emma's. "Indeed, it can be quite exhilarating."
I couldn't help but notice the connection between them, the way their eyes met and lingered just a second longer than necessary. A small pang of jealousy tugged at my heart, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself that Emma was here with me because of my AI application, not the captain.
Captain Isabella, ever perceptive, picked up on the undercurrents at the table. "Mr. Lucas, it seems your lovely companion is quite taken with the sea. Perhaps she has a sailor's heart."
I smiled, determined not to let jealousy get the better of me. "Yes, Captain. Emma is always eager for new adventures."
Emma's hand brushed against mine under the table, a subtle gesture of reassurance. "Lucas and I have had our share of adventures," she added, her gaze warm and affectionate, her long cast, coming into contact with the captain's crippled leg again.
As the evening continued, our conversation flowed effortlessly, each of us contributing to the lively banter. The innuendos and playful remarks between Emma and Captain Isabella added a delightful layer of intrigue to the evening.
Jealousy gave way to acceptance. Our night at the captain's table remained a cherished memory, one where jealousy had no place, and love was allowed to flourish in the most unexpected of ways.
As they stood up from the captain's table, the differences in their physical conditions became even more pronounced. Captain Isabella expertly shifted her weight from one leg to the other, her long legs encased in metal braces that extended from her thighs down to her ankles. Her forearm crutches provided the perfect support, allowing her to move despite her braces.
In contrast, Emma's long black cast extended from her toes to her thigh, encasing her right leg securely. Her crutches, which she leaned on with practised ease, helped her maintain her balance and move forward. While Captain Isabella's gait was characterized by the rhythmic clink of her metal braces, Emma's crutches produced a different, softer sound with each step.
Their cheeks met in a brief, affectionate kiss.
Emma and I made our way back to our cabin, the tension from the dinner still lingering in the air. As she moved forward on her crutches, we felt out of sync, a reflection of the unease that had settled between us.
Emma glanced at me, her expression of annoyance. "Lucas, let's be clear I hate jealous lovers and you don't own me."
"I know, Emma. It's just... I couldn't help it. You two seemed so close."
She stopped and turned to face me leaning on her crutches, her eyes softening. "You're the one I want to be with."
The gentle sway of the ship rocked us into a peaceful ending to the night. But was it the end
Part 8 to come
K
Thursday, October 19, 2023
Wednesday, October 18, 2023
A High-Tech Romance part 6
The sun hung low on the horizon as the massive cruise ship, with white paint and small balconies, awaited our arrival. We stood at the bustling port, excitement humming in the air, as we gazed up at the colossal vessel that would be our home for the next week.
I glanced at Emma, her radiant smile illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun. She looked beautiful, her long black cast peeking out from beneath her flowy summer dress, running shoes on her left foot and her crutches added a sexy touch.
Emma turned toward me, her eyes dancing with anticipation. "Lucas, it's going to be an amazing week together."
I leaned over and kissed her lips, my heart swelling with affection.
We joined the line of passengers making their way onto the ship, our anticipation growing with each step she took on her crutches. As we strolled along the gangway, the ship's crew welcomed us with friendly smiles and warm greetings.
While we were in the midst of the welcoming crew, a kind staff member approached us, offering Emma a wheelchair with a considerate smile.
"Welcome aboard! Would you like some assistance, ma'am? We have a wheelchair available if it would make your boarding more comfortable."
Emma graciously declined, her determination shining through as she leaned on her crutches. "Thank you, but I'll stick with my crutches for now. It's all part of our adventure on your wonderful cruise ship."
The staff member nodded understandingly. "Of course, ma'am. May I ask what happened to your poor leg?"
Emma smiled, her eyes sparkling with positivism. "I had a little mishap, fell off a step ladder and broke my leg in 3 places, but I'm on the mend, another 8 weeks in this cast. Nothing can keep me from enjoying this cruise!"
As she was sharing her story, I noticed that the young staff member's gaze stare at my sexy girlfriend and lingered on the intricate details of her long cast. His eyes looked at the foot portion of her cast, her long toes and he then followed the cast up until it disappeared under her summer dress. There was a sense of curiosity, fascination and obvious sexual attraction in his expression as he took in my tall and beautiful girlfriend on her crutches.
The staff member returned her smile and wished us a wonderful journey as we continued on our way. The sexual attraction of the cruise staff vs my injured lover was another proof of the AI suggestions. It was setting the perfect tone for our voyage.
Once aboard, we were enveloped in the grandeur of the cruise ship's interior. I was staring at the chandeliers while Emma negotiated her way to our cabin. As we entered our cabin, she leaned her crutches against the wall, hopped onto the bed and patted the space beside her.
"Lucas, join me."
How could I resist, I joined her on the bed and right away Emma leaned in, her lips finding mine in a sensual kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises while her hard cast was between my legs rubbing against my penis that reacted right away.
Our lips parted, and Emma's eyes held a glimmer of mischief. "I think you need more than just a kiss, don't you?" She said rubbing me slowly, I couldn't resist this beautiful woman, I was rock hard by now.
She slid down my leg, I pulled her by her broken leg and while I was rubbing her hard cast she freed my hard penis from my pants and lightly kissed the tip before making her way down my long and thick shaft. She made her way back up to the top and slowly covered it with her mouth and lips. I was moaning from pure pleasure enjoying every second with this moment.
My pre-cum was dripping from her mouth. I was moaning louder and louder. With one hand she cupped my balls, and from her other hand she slipped 2 fingers into her vagina. She moved her mouth and sexy lips faster and faster over my fully erected penis. Cum came bursting out and poured into her mouth. She took in most of it and my own orgasm subsided.
"Now it's your turn, I will be careful around your broken leg love." I said as I spread her leg and long black cast apart. I ran my fingers along her wetness, and then put them into her mouth looking deep into her eyes.
I leaned forward and kissed her all over. She needed me, wanted me, moaning with every touch and licked. I lightly pressed my tongue against her lips and her moans grew louder. I rapidly moved my tongue in and out and slid 1 finger. Her orgasm began to build up, and within a moment she was cumming. She let out a loud scream.
"Help me get ready for a shower before the captain's dinner" She asked, kissing me.
With her black cast propped up I took the plastic protector designed for her cast and carefully slid it over her broken leg, ensuring it covered every inch of her cast securely.
"There you go," I said, my fingers brushing her leg gently as I made sure it was properly sealed.
After the refreshing shower, Emma stood before me, wrapped in a plush towel, her hair damp and tousled. She looked so damn sexy on one leg. "Thank you for your help, Lucas," she said, her gratitude evident in her eyes.
I couldn't resist running my fingers through her wet hair, a soft smile tugging at my lips while I kissed her long neck. "Anything for you, Emma."
She removed the towel that was draped around her and just smiled at me. I carefully helped her into a pair of sheer pantyhose for her left leg, taking extra care to touch and appreciate her cast. Then, I gently slipped on a chic black high heel on her left foot. She looked stunning and elegant.
As I helped her step into the blue dress and zipped it up, my fingers brushed against her breasts, her hard nipples sending a gentle jolt of electricity. Emma, facing me, her blue eyes locking with mine, I caressed her cheek with my thumb and we kissed.
I extended my hand to help her rise from the edge of the bed. As she carefully balanced on her left foot, she gracefully positioned her crutches under her arms. Her smile radiated with love. Emma's crutches created a soft, rhythmic beat against the polished deck. I walked beside her, my hand lightly resting on the small of her back, offering support towards the captains table. It became too irresistible to resist, I know bad choice of words but it's the truth, I leaned down to meet Emma's lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.
What we weren't expecting was that the captain of this lovely cruise ship was...
Part 7 to come
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