Adele's Friends.com chapter 10

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 10

The next day arrived, and Sarah elegantly leaned on her crutches standing on her walking cast and knocked on the door of Melinda's office. As the door swung open, the professor was met with a delightful surprise. Sarah stood before her, a younger looking persona, her white cheer-leading uniform hugging to her curves, adding to the already perfect fantasy.

Her gaze lingered on the details of Sarah's confident posture, the way the cast peeked out from beneath the short uniform, and the beauty of her matching pink crutches. The combination of this beautiful and sexy mature woman was accentuated by the cheer-leading outfit, it was setting the stage for an encounter that promised a lot.

"Wow please come in miss"

The pink crutches were adding a nice touch to her appearance as she expertly navigated the space partially leaning on them and on her walking cast. The professor was clearly drawn to the captivating scene unfolding before her eyes.

The white cheer-leading uniform with the college logo clung to Sarah's breasts, hips and ass, accentuating her petite yet very athletic physique. The short skirt showcased the cast on her leg, it swayed in harmony with the subtle cadence of her limp. It really was a bold choice from Adele's Friends.com but Sarah was embracing both her persona of the academic and cheer-leading sexy and so sensual student in this encounter.

To say that the unexpected surprise fuelled the professor's interest was an understatement, she found herself so attracted to Sarah but who wouldn't be.

"Welcome, Sarah. Please, have a seat," Melinda said with a warm smile, motioning towards a comfortable chair in her office.

Sarah made her way to the chair, "Thank you, Professor".

Melinda took a moment to appreciate the visual contrast between academia and cheer-leading persona in Sarah's presence. She noticed her crutches leaning against the side.

"May I?" the professor asked, gesturing towards the crutches. With a nod from Sarah, Melinda delicately took the crutches away, placing them aside, away from the younger woman. She then grabbed a spare chair and elevated the walking cast, a thoughtful gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

Their connection grew stronger and more intense with every shared moment. As they talked, they would occasionally stare into each other's eyes and smile, their faces lighting up with passion and desire.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Sarah asked Melinda, her eyes gazing at the professor with genuine curiosity.

"Of course," Melinda replied, eager to engage in an open and intimate conversation.

"Why did you become a psychology professor?"

"I've always felt a deep empathy for people and a desire to help them explore their psyche and understand themselves better." Melinda leaned forward and placed her hand on Sarah's walking cast, feeling the pink fibre under her fingers. Her touch was soft and gentle, her fingers softly brushing against the cast.

"I feel like we have a lot in common" Sarah said, she moved forward and picked up Melinda's left foot in its 4 inch pump and gently placed it on her cast. Her touch was very gentle, her fingers slowly moving up and down from the professor black pantyhose to her small foot. It was a very tender but intimate moment, creating a bond of trust between them.

"Is it really sensitive if I touch where you broke your foot?" Sarah asked boldly, her fingers lightly poking her foot in different areas.

"Yes..." She answered, her breathing becoming rapid and shallow. She was feeling overwhelmed by the sensual touch of Sarah's fingers on her foot while it rested on the pink cast. There was clearly intense physical attraction and understanding of what was coming next.

Sarah was enjoying the power her touch was having over the professor. She continued to touch the beautiful foot, applying slightly more pressure each time, then removing the Italian pump from her foot.

"Which bone did your student break in your beautiful foot?" Sarah asked, leaning down and kissing the professor's foot. Then her eyes went straight into Melinda's eyes with pure sexual lust.

Melinda answered with a blush "It was a metatarsal bone. It's a very common fracture when too much pressure is applied and it still hurts when I wear high heels too long. I was in a non weight bearing cast at first and then a boot for a while."

Sarah leaned a little closer, pressing her athletic body slightly further forward. She applied more pressure against the foot, her fingers pressing more firmly against it. Her touch became even more intense when she felt Melinda's sexual reaction. She was turned on by the younger woman handling her foot the way she was.

Sarah's hand and fingers pulled back softly, but Professor Melinda, her body trembling with excitement, grabbed her own foot, her fingers pressed and twisted the delicate foot to the point where Sarah wondered if it might indeed break it again.

"Careful now professor, you don't want to do that" Sarah whispered, her breath shaky.

Melinda's body trembled and she breathed slowly. Sarah's heart was beating quickly and loudly, her body filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. It was almost like a game for Melinda, how far could she go before it broke?

Sarah was on the edge of her seat, their bodies were becoming more and more sexually tense, the tension building with every second that went by but still, Melinda couldn't stop herself from playing this game.

"Anna, please do it, break my foot again..." She said looking straight into Sarah's eyes, moaning the name of her student that broke her foot years ago.

Sarah didn't want to hurt her foot but she knew what the older professor wanted. She grabbed Melinda's foot and within seconds she had pushed and twisted more than she intended and the delicate foot in her hand broke from the pressure, sending a sharp pain through Melinda's foot and lower leg.

Melinda ripped her pantyhose at the foot, exposing her broken foot that began to swell instantly, her face filling with incredible expressions. Sarah saw the realisation in the woman's eyes of what she had done.

The foot was obviously broken and Sarah couldn't help but feel responsible and guilty, but she didn't have time to dwell on it now because the two of them were slowly and passionately leaning in towards each other. It was as if they were drawn towards each other even more.

As Melinda's foot was in pain, Sarah leaned forward and started kissing the broken foot, licking the wounds passionately as if she was trying to heal the bones with her kiss. The foot was indeed swollen and hurting, but something about the soft, moist kisses on the broken foot was sending sparks throughout the professor's body, making her feel aroused by her student.

The professor was trembling and shaking violently, her body almost too overwhelmed by the intense feelings of sexual pleasure that were flowing through her body. Sarah broke the kiss and pulled back slightly . "Oh my god... I'm so sorry... I don't know how I let it go so far."

"No no... it's OK... it's not your fault" Melinda replied, her eyes filled with excitement and arousal, feeling utterly intoxicated by the passion between them.

"I'll be alright, don't worry, it was all part of the request and I look forward to our next session." she continued as she looked into Sarah's eyes with such affection and desire.

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Clip 471 Broken ankle, crutches, cast, SLC part 1

Clip 469 SLC crutches, white cast

Adele's Friends.com chapter 9

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 9

As Sarah made her way into the college classroom on her crutches, there was an air of confidence in her movements. The soft tap of her crutches against the floor echoed in the lecture hall as she gracefully found a seat in the back. With her left lower leg and foot in a walking cast, she decided to elevate it and placed it on a spare chair beside her.

With her crutches beside her, the cast propped up on a chair. She loved the attention she got from some students. She responded to the curious glances with a warm smile, loving the attention she was getting from cute college boys and girls.

The lecture hall buzzed with anticipation, Melinda was one of the favourite teachers at her college, she was a psychology teacher. Her presence commanded attention, and the subtle sway of her hips inside her pencil skirt and high heel knee boots added a touch of sophistication to her stride. The students observed if not stare as she gracefully navigated the aisles, heels clicking against the floor with each step.

She took her place at the front, and she really looked the part of both intellectual and sexyness. The contrast between Sarah's injured leg and Melinda's professional poise set the stage for an intriguing dynamic in the classroom, leaving the students curious about what the psychology lecture had in store for them today.

Sarah had a direct view of her client and so did the professor of her walking cast. Melinda, the psychology teacher, stood still at the front for a minute. She was tall and that pencil skirt really accentuated her sexy curves, paired with a form fitting blouse.

As she paced gracefully in front of the class, her skirt swayed with each step and her high heel knee boots reminded Sarah of my mom Stephanie when wearing similar knee boots had broken her ankle off a sidewalk curb. We both witnessed her accident at the time, she lost her balance turning to talk to us, the twist of her left ankle and the loud cracking sound of her tibia still sounds in my mind.

I wondered how many of the students, seemingly engrossed in the psychology lecture, actually observed their teacher's sexy long legs. As she wrapped up the lecture, she shifted her focus to the students, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her eyes wavering on Sarah walking cast and beautiful exposed toes painted pink. Then her concentration moved the rubber heel under the cast...She knew now who Sarah was. Sarah gave her a perfect smile but Melinda had a little surprise for her.

"Before we conclude today's class, I'd like to invite each of you to read a book called "Fetish and You: Understanding and Embracing Your Fetish". Feel free to bring your insights and thoughts to our next class. Remember, fetishes are not confined to sexual boundaries but often are very sensual and...yes...physical, pain and sexual areas."

The invitation hung in the air, and the students exchanged glances, contemplating the diverse avenues they could explore within the vast field of psychology while 2 of them looked at Sarah cast.

As the students prepared to leave, Sarah grabbed her crutches and secured them under her arms. With a confident stride, she descended the steps. The eyes of some students followed her descent, intrigued by her elegance, the distinctive sound that accompanied her movements and the partial weight bearing of her walking cast.

Professor Melinda's attention was immediately drawn to the graceful and unique sound that accompanied the movement of Sarah's crutches and the partial touch of that black rubber heel under the cast; it was oh so sensual to her.

She looked down at her perfectly formed cast and was immediately drawn to the pink cast. It was as if the walking cast had suddenly transported Melinda to another world, a different period of her life... It was utterly captivating.

"Hello, professor" Sarah greeted her teacher with a friendly and loving smile, leaning against her crutches, her cast resting on the rubber heel. Melinda looked down at the cast again, her eyes wandering over my sexy ex-girlfriend with a look of admiration on her face.

"That's a gorgeous cast! You have the perfect leg and foot for it and those toes..." she said with a slight blushing. Her eyes shifted to her toes Sarah admitted later that she felt a clear erotic and sensual vibe from Melinda right away.

She could also see the way Sarah's eyes were drawn to her own legs and knee boots, she could feel the heat rising in her body and she felt the intensity of the younger woman's attraction increasing with every move on her crutches and walking cast.

"Miss Sarah, how did you break it and what did you break?" She asked walking closer, then behind her, wrapping her arms around her, her hands against her breasts that were aching for attention.

"I broke my tibia, It was a cheerleading accident", Sarah explained, "I was at the top of a pyramid, we lost our balance, I did a big jump but landed wrong, and my ankle just snapped, breaking my tibia in 2 places." She said, closing her eyes while the older professor caressed her breasts.

"Oh that sounds so painful", Melinda said, lifting the walking between her legs roughly against her vagina, she was so wet and not wearing any underwear "Was it really bad?"

Sarah was so turned on by the turn of events, "It was really painful, but thankfully 4 months later I'm ok now for slight weight bearing with these crutches", she smiled and turned to face her taller teacher.

"But I still have to be careful because the bones are still healing and it could break again if I put too much pressure on it too quickly."

Sarah moved closer to Melinda, leaning against the walking cast as she took her in with her eyes. Their bodies were very close now, the heat of their breath mingling and touching. As she leaned forward to kiss Melinda, she shifted her weight slightly and leaned her walking cast down onto the professor's right foot, applying slight pressure but not too much. The contact of the cast on top of the soft leather of her boot. She could feel light pain in her foot and it was intensely sensual and the professor's reaction was one of pure pleasure.

As the kiss continued, Sarah pressed the heel of her walking cast harder onto Melinda's foot. It was a subtle form of dominance and power that the professor asked for in her request that turned her on even more.

As she felt Sarah's weight bearing down on her foot, she felt herself surrender to the injured student like she did years ago. It was an intoxicating feeling of surrender, submission and sexual fetish attraction.

"I know you've had your foot broken before, by your student", Sarah said, her teeth biting softly onto Melinda's upper lip, tongues playing. "I know your foot is still sensitive."

Our beautiful professor moaned, followed by a moment of intense sexual silence as they both held each other in close embrace, each of them enjoying the moment of passion in their own ways.

"Please don't break my foot"

"I won't...not today anyway" Sarah's fingers slid between the professor's legs, inside her dripping vagina and within seconds she was rocked by a violent and sensual orgasm.

"I would love to meet with you tomorrow in private," Sarah said, " I have questions about your sexual fetishes."

Melinda just nodded, unable to speak. She was drawn towards Sarah in a very powerful and passionate way, and her student interest in the study of fetishes only added to her sexual excitement. Yes there was a clear attraction to this sexy younger woman in a walking cast and crutches but there was so much more.

"See you tomorrow," Sarah said, making her way out of the lecture hall leaning on her crutches and partially putting weight on her cast. Melinda couldn't help but feel a strong sense of anticipation as she watched her turn smiling with a sensual glance. She couldn't wait for the next day to come to meet again in her office.

Later on that night while leaning on my crutches, sprained ankle wrapped in ace bandages, I watched Sarah exit her car in shorts and a t-shirt. My eyes followed her now limping on her walking cast and using a beautiful cane for balance. The way she walked in a slow, steady rhythm just made her even more sexy.

I was filled with a desire to be with her again and to explore the possibility of a relationship between our two personalities. I knew the professor was paying us well for her encounter with Sarah but... a smile spread across my face with every thought of us being together or in a threesome possibility with my new boyfriend.

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Clip 468 Beautiful pink cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 467 Broken leg, crutches, cast, SLC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 8

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 8

As Sarah pulled up to my house, a wave of excitement washed over her. Parking the car, she retrieved her crutches from the back seat, the familiar rhythm of her on crutches echoing against the pavement as she made her way to my front door.

With each click of her crutches and each step closer to the door, Sarah's anticipation grew. The idea of both of us on crutches again, coupled with the mystery surrounding my potential injury, fueled her sexual curiosity. Reaching the front door, Sarah took a moment to gather herself, her hand poised to knock. The anticipation hummed in the air, a palpable sexual energy.

The door swung open, I was standing there with a welcoming smile. I leaned on my crutches with my sprained ankle visibly wrapped in ace bandages. Sarah's gaze immediately fixed on my injury, curiosity and concern mingling in her eyes.

"Did he do that to you? Was it payback?" She said right away.

I squeezed my crutches and said "It's Just a little sprain, nothing too serious. But I thought it would add a touch of drama to our evening."

Sarah smiled at the unexpected humour of my sprained ankle, her body softening in response. As she stepped past me on her crutches, knee bent and cast off the floor, there was a brief but intense moment of physical connection between us. Our eyes locked, our breaths catching momentarily.

Her eyes quickly fell on my injured ankle. When she realized I was staring back at her, a blush overtook her cheeks and she looked away slightly squeezing her crutches. We stood like that for a moment, each of us caught up in the moment and the heat of our sexual attraction. My eyes followed her gaze back to her perfect pink walking cast and crutches, the image of her vulnerability causing a rush of excitement to flow through me.

Before I knew it, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall and kissed her. That was so deeply sensual that her body responded in kind, her tongue playing with mine as we shared a moment of pure passion. When we finally pulled apart, there was an intense moment of silence between us. I couldn't help but feel a rush of dopamine flooding my brain, the feeling of pure lust and attraction, I began kissing her again.

In the heat of the passion, Sarah dropped her crutches to the floor and leaned on the rubber heel of her walking cast, the sensation of weight and pressure on her foot providing her with a new level of intensity. As she leaned forward her sexy body against mine, I found myself fixated on the beauty and sexuality of the form of her perky breasts and shapes.

I stood on my swollen ankle and my body was flooded with erotic tension and pain as I gazed at her. The limp in her step was undeniable, but the way she swayed her woman's hips with every step was almost hypnotic. In that moment, every inch of her presence was inviting and seductive.

I could only imagine her playing the injured college athlete, her beauty in uniform would be undeniable. The soft rubber heel of her walking cast only made her more sexually attractive as she placed her weight on the rubber heel of the cast to take another step forward smiling at me which further ignited my desire.

After grabbing her crutches, she moved slowly but surely on them, but I couldn't help but be amazed at her determination to get to my bedroom. Despite the pain in my ankle, I dropped my crutches and put all my weight on my sprained ankle limping, she couldn't take her eyes off me, I knew my painful limp was filled with such a sensual energy and as I entered my bedroom, I fell onto the bed.

She limped to my bed and joined me, she pulled on my blouse and the buttons went flying and in no time my bra was off releasing my heavy breasts. She paused looking at me while I pulled my jeans down my sprained ankle. I looked at her with pleading eyes. I wanted her to make me cum like she did so often before.

She took my sprained ankle in her hands, smiled and said, "God, that looks so sore. So beautiful."

I gave her a slight smile while she licked my sprained ankle. She was never one to play rough, I moaned, smiled and announced quietly, "You can twist it if you want Sarah. It wont break."

She grabbed my foot firmly and unceremoniously twisted it. I moaned and gasped at the force. I didn't want her to break it, taking her time for me to enjoy it, but I was so wound up, I needed to cum.

She let go of my sprained ankle and spread apart my legs. She leaned between them and slowly extended her tongue to my wet vagina. She was exploring me with her tongue. I was moaning louder, she moved to my clitoris and sucked it.

"Oh god, Sarah."

She then slid two fingers into my wet and dripping vagina. She moved in and out quickly. I was totally losing control when I pushed her backward on the bed and grabbed her pink cast in my hands. I pulled it up between my legs...rubbing against it

I moaned and felt her exposed toes at the end of the cast teasing me. Within seconds I was rubbing against those toes and the foot portion of her walking cast. She felt a gush of my juice on her toes. It felt amazing to both of us, I was shaking.

I pulled her close and kissed her hard. Smiling, I went to her ear, kissing and licking then I moved down to her neck. I wanted all of her and I continued to her small perky breasts, kissing her nipples through her blouse.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts free, I kissed them pinching her hard nipples. I admired her perfect walking cast that was driving me crazy. She rubbed her cast against me, it was the most sexual arousal I had felt since that first night with Steve.

While holding on to her cast I slid between her legs, I licked along her leg, inches from her vagina teasing her softly. I moved up and placed soft kisses on her right thigh. My tongue and lips kiss and licking her crazy.

"Please slide that fucking tongue in my pussy..." She moaned desperately while she grabbed my hair.

Instead I grabbed her cast again, I took each toe between my lips and sucked it individually like if it was Steve's. I loved to worship this beautiful woman, she was mine and I didn't want to share her but I knew I had too.

I also knew she was so ready, I began to slide my tongue inside her vagina and she pulled me closer, the moment I came in contact with her clitoris she had her orgasm. I continued licking while her whole body shook violently.

I smiled at her, "Being casted and on crutches turned you on my love, I guess you needed me inside you."

As we settled after our orgasm, her fingers gently traced the edges of my sprained ankle with a reassuring touch. The warmth of her fingers were creating a sense of intimacy that went beyond the bounds of friendship and fetishes.

"Hey, don't worry about tomorrow and the encounter with the beautiful and intelligent teacher," I whispered, my voice soothing.

"You've got this, and you are so beautiful in that cast Sarah"

With a shared smile, we kissed while my hand was on her cast, caressing her exposed toes. We left the worries of tomorrow behind us.

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Clip 466 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 465 Broken leg, pink cast, crutches, SLC

Adele's Friends.com chapter 7

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 7

The beautiful secretary gestured for me to follow her in her wheelchair into the medical waiting room. I gracefully grabbed my crutches and, without putting any weight on my right foot, made my way across the room following her, her beautiful leg casts partly on display.

As we entered the medical room, she pointed to the examination table, indicating where I should sit. "Take a seat right here, and Dr. Brad will be with you in just a moment, Adele."

A few minutes later the door opened, and Brad, well Dr. Brad walked in, his gaze moving from my crutches to my right foot. "So nice to see you Adele".

I knew what was coming next, I knew what his special request was...and yet...I smiled and played the fetish game that he loved so much.

"Nice to see you too, Dr. Brad. I rolled my ankle earlier, and I thought it would be best to have an expert like you take a look."

He approached with a measured pace, his eyes staring at my right foot. "Let's have a closer look. If you could, please remove your sock slowly so you don't hurt your ankle." I removed my sock, aware of his known sexual fetish for feet and injured lower limb. With deliberate movements, I unveiled my foot and ankle, allowing the details to unfold gradually.

Like I said before Dr Brad accepted to apply a medical cast on Sarah's lower leg if and only if in exchange I accept a mild ankle sprain from him in return. So when he leaned over and took a good hold of my foot, I knew what was coming next. He gently but firmly wrapped his long fingers around my foot, twisting and bending my ankle in just the right way to make me whimper quietly.

With each twist and grasp, the pain intensified but I knew I could trust him not to break anything.

The pain quickly gave way to pleasure and I felt myself letting him take me into his type of sexual / fetish eroticism. It felt like he was sending electric signals straight to my brain as he worked his magic on my ankle. With each twist of his fingers, the sensation grew deeper and deeper, a flood of sensations began flowing through my body while the swelling settled in. I found myself arching my back and thrusting my injured ankle into his fingers and strong hands.

Dr Brad looked up at me from where he was holding my ankle, a mischievous smile on his face. "Two weeks on crutches for this sprained ankle." He said, looking up at me with a twinkle in his eye. I was tempted to roll my eyes at the excitement of being on crutches again because of him, but the way he was looking at me was so sensual.

"I guess I might be able to manage that...doctor," I moaned. Again I knew what was coming next, his favourite way to end these sessions was to test my sprained ankle.

He leaned forward and put his arms under my arms and helped me stand so that my foot was just resting on the floor sending waves throughout my body. I took a step, limping badly from my sprained ankle.

"Don't put any weight on your left foot and ankle Adele" He said, but he was happy I did take that step...

He bent down and grasped my heel, then started wrapping the ace bandages tightly around my ankle, foot and lower leg. He was careful not to twist it and make me uncomfortable.

With my newly-bandaged ankle, he handed me back my crutches and helped me to my right foot. I felt the tightness of the bandages around my sprained ankle and immediately began leaning on the crutches for support with clear wetness between my legs.

He walked me out to my car and I struggled to get in my seat and he placed the crutches in the back of my car. He waved goodbye and I pulled out of the parking lot. I couldn't help but feel the sexual pleasure rising in my body as I thought about Sarah getting her new cast tonight.

The sun was settling down and Sarah felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins while driving to Dr. Brad's office. Tonight, was the beginning of her journey into the persona of a college student, injured and seeking to please Melinda. The thrill of exploring uncharted sexual desires mingled with the excitement of a brand new recreational leg cast was wild.

Upon reaching the office, she realized how quiet it was as she entered. To her surprise, Dr. Brad stood alone in the dimly lit room, the anticipation hanging in the air like a whisper.

"Good evening, Sarah," his voice resonated, setting the tone for the night's intimate exploration.

"Hello Brad, how's the practice?"

"You know there is no shortage of patients. Adele came this afternoon with a bad sprained ankle"

"Really? I didn't know"

Sarah settled into the chair thinking of me, not knowing what the story was behind my injured ankle. She was nervous and excited at the prospect of being an injured college student and seeking to please Melinda deepest sexual fantasy.

After removing her left jogging shoe he began applying the soft padding to Sarah's leg. The medical cast and one healthy and sexy leg would help build a bridge between reality and fiction. Then came rolls of pink fibre, rolled around Sarah's leg with each layer adding depth to the character she was about to portray.

With a tender touch, Dr. Brad's hands delicately traced the contours of the newly formed pink cast, his fingertips caressing the smooth surface. As he reached the base of the cast, his focus shifted to the rubber heel, he ensured that the heel was positioned perfectly, adding a functional element to the cast, transforming it into a walking cast. The black rubber heel, against the soft pink, stood out. He looked up, his eyes meeting Sarah's with a subtle list for my friend.

"You look stunning in that pink cast,"

Sarah, still adjusting to the weight of the newly applied cast, smiled appreciatively. "Thank you"

He moved to retrieve a pair of crutches for Sarah. As he handed them to her, their fingers brushed in a fleeting moment of sexual connection.

Sarah nodded, accepting the crutches. As she navigated the office on her crutches, she loved the feeling of the cast encircling her lower limb, the weight adding a new challenge to her steps. But beneath the heaviness, there was a quiet thrill of excitement as she realized this was now a part of her persona.

She slowly made her way to Brad on her new crutches, partial weight on the rubber heel she leaned up and kissed his lips. The sensation of being so close, caused waves of chills to flow up and down Sarah's body.

"Thank you "she said before leaving the office on her crutches.

After all that excitement, she left Dr. Brad's office, in a state of bliss. The beautiful cast and the slow pace of the crutches made her step a bit more cautious than usual, but the feeling of limitation surrounding her was impossible to ignore.

As she stepped into her car, she placed the crutches in the back seat before closing the door behind her. Sitting down in the driver's seat, a lightness came over her body as she realized that tonight was going to be all about sexual pleasure and planning how she was going to please Melinda.

As Sarah drove home, her mind was buzzing with anticipation for the upcoming encounter with Melinda. However, a thought crept into her mind, the mention of a potential injury on my part. The idea of me having a sprained ankle seemed to pique her interest, stirring a mix of lust and sexual attraction. Like I said before we were a couple some years ago.

How did it happen? Was it related to my love for high heels shoes? She wondered as she navigated the streets, the eagerness of the mystery of my potential injury mingled with the thrill of the role-playing adventure that awaited her the next day being a sexy injured student...again..

The lines between reality and fantasy blurred and that was pure magic.

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Clip 464 Leg cast, SLC crutches

Adele's Friends .com chapter 6

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 6

In the wake of my enchanting evening with Steve, I met with my two partners and we found ourselves reflecting on the success of our inaugural venture. Gathered in our downtown Montreal office, we marvelled at how our unconventional companionship service had taken flight.

"It exceeded all expectations," Sarah remarked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"The discreet email campaign was a stroke of genius, Adele. Steve was not just a client; he was an experience, a connection that went beyond the ordinary."

I smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "It's all about creating moments that linger, something more profound than a simple encounter. Our approach, the attention to detail, it all played a role in making it a success."

Jake, always the pragmatic thinker, added, "And the feedback from Steve was overwhelmingly positive. He mentioned the mystery and the sophistication in our approach and it seems we struck the right chord."

As we sipped celebratory coffee, the conversation shifted to the upcoming venture with Melinda.

"The key is maintaining complete discretion," Jake noted, eyes focused on the business plans scattered across the table. "We've set a high standard with our first client, and now it's about sustaining that excellence. Also we need to address the elephant in the room with this second request". We all agreed.

Subject: A Unique Encounter
Dear Adele's Friends.com,
I hope this message finds you well. My name is Melinda, and I'm a psychology teacher at the master degree level, seeking a rather unconventional experience. I've heard about your discreet and sophisticated companionship service and believe you might be able to help me fulfill a unique sexual fantasy / Fetish I request.

As part of my academic pursuits, I often find myself fascinated by the intricacies of human connections and the psychology of sexual desire. Over the years, a particular scenario has captured my imagination, a chance encounter with a student of mine, a college, mature athlete dealing with the last few weeks of a broken ankle in a short leg walking cast, gracefully navigating with her crutches.

I'm reaching out to you with the hope that you can orchestrate this sensual meeting for me. The idea is to create a moment that is close to ordinary and part of day to day events while pushing all my sexual attractions.

I'm sure you understand the risk even between mature women. I'm confident that if anyone can bring this vision to life, it's you. I'm open to any suggestions and guidance you may have in making this experience as authentic and enchanting as possible.

I'm looking forward to exploring this unconventional journey with you.
Best regards,
Melinda

We were gathered around a sleek, glass-topped table strewn with paperwork and coffee cups. Our brainstorming session was stuck on one thing and one thing only...can we be part of a teacher and student sexual relationship... as we delved into the request from Melinda.

"So, the latest request is from Melinda, a psychology college teacher," Jake began, scrolling through the details on his tablet. "She's looking to meet a college athlete in a short leg walking cast, partial weight bearing and using crutches."

Jake leaned forward, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he interjected with a thoughtful suggestion. "To navigate the teacher-student scenario delicately, we must establish clear boundaries. One key aspect is to ensure that the student and teacher don't receive any school-related advantage or influence from their relationship."

Sarah and I exchanged approving glances, acknowledging the importance of this distinction. Jake continued, "We can set the stage by establishing a mature, 18-year-old minimum age for the 'student' character. This ensures that the encounter is consensual and free from any legal concerns."

Nodding in agreement, I added, "Absolutely, Jake. It's crucial that we approach this scenario with sensitivity and responsibility. Melinda's fantasy should unfold within the realm of both of the concerns you mentioned"

I exchanged glances with Sarah, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Given that my arm is now out of the cast, I could be a great fit for this. I could play a 19 year old injured cheerleader easily. I could pass for a 16 year old if I wanted to but I won't, " she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

I nodded in agreement, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

"Absolutely, Sarah. Your athletic background and charm would make this encounter memorable for Melinda. I would love to be in her place. What do you think, Jake?"

Jake, ever the analytical mind, considered the match. "You are a perfect fit Sarah. I remember when we were in high school and you broke your foot. You were so... never mind...We can arrange the meeting after one of Melinda's classes, ensuring a casual and unexpected encounter."

With a unanimous decision, we set the plan into motion. I would contact Dr. Brad Jones, a good friend of mine with whom I had special benefits. He would gladly apply the short leg walking cast to Sarah's beautiful leg. Sarah would be able to create a unique connection to please Melinda's sexual desire, circumstance, and uniqueness of her request. The stage was set for Sarah to step into the role of the college athlete, bridging the gap between fantasy and reality in a way only us would and could do.

After a thoughtful conversation with Dr. Brad, I was happy he accepted my request to apply the cast on Sarah's leg with only one special request, and I decided to surprise him at his office.

I decided on a casual look. I slipped into a pair of well-fitted jeans that accentuated my figure and paired them with a crisp, white blouse. I went for charm, emphasising comfort while leaving room for curiosity.

To add a playful touch knowing his request, I wore a single running shoe on my left foot, the laces loosely tied, and a sock on my right. The asymmetry added a hint of intrigue, a visual cue that something out of the ordinary was about to unfold.

With my heart pounding with anticipation, I grabbed my underarm crutches. The soft thud of my crutches tips echoed through the hallway as I made my way to Dr. Brad's office, each step a deliberate move in this carefully choreographed surprise but I was in for a surprise.

The first person I encountered was his lovely secretary, a welcoming presence in the reception area. A friendly smile played on her lips as she wheeled around her desk to greet me.

"OMG, Adele, not again, what did you do this time?" she inquired, her tone warm and inviting.

"Well what happened to you?" I stared at her broken legs, both her lower legs were in white cast. I couldn't see her toes, she was wearing socks on both perfectly formed casts.

"Skydiving accident, I knew one day something could happen. I broke both my ankles" She smiled in my direction looking at my right foot.

I returned the smile, imagining this lovely woman, on my bed with these leg casts. "It's nothing serious like you, I rolled my ankle earlier, and I'm afraid it might be a sprain, or stress fracture. I was hoping Dr. Brad could take a look and provide his expert evaluation."

Her eyes conveyed understanding, and she rolled behind her desk, she quickly picked up the phone to inform Dr. Brad about my unexpected visit. I settled into a chair holding my crutches and crossing my legs at the ankles.

I knew what was coming next, I knew what Brad's special request was...

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Clip 461 Trying clothes, cast, SLC, crutches

Clip 460 Beautiful legs, crutches, perfect white cast, SLC

Adele's Friends .com chapter 5

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 5

With the full leg cast now covering my left leg, Steve's hands gently lifted me up onto my right high heel shoe. His touch, both supportive and sensual, conveyed a shared intimacy.

"What's next?" I said smiling.

As I stood on one high heel shoe, Steve sensually slid the black dress back over me, the fabric cascading down my body and along the top portion of my long leg and cast. Each movement was deliberate with this new accessory on my left leg.

He then handed me the crutches and I took my first steps, balancing delicately on one leg, while Steve observed with a mix of admiration and desire. I walked towards the long mirror, the full-length reflection capturing the essence of this unique moment. My cast was unable to touch the floor even if it wanted to.

Steve came behind me and kissed the back of my neck, shivers ran down my spine. I loved how my new cast made me look fragile in contrast to the sophistication of the dress and the lust in my eyes.

For years, Steve had harboured a dream to offer assistance to his wife precisely in the position I found myself in but she wasn't into it and that was OK. As my crutches supported each careful step, we moved towards the waiting limousine. The luxurious car, its engine emitting a soft purr, awaited us. Steve extended his hand.

"Allow me the pleasure of assisting you, Adele," he murmured.

He extended his hand to delicately relieve me of the crutches. As I trusted him I leaned against him, he skilfully guided me into the plush back seat of the luxurious car. With meticulous attention, he made sure that my cast found a comfortable place, sliding effortlessly into the spacious interior. The once-weighty burden became weightless under his attentive guidance.

As the limousine glided through the city, Steve and I engaged in conversation while he lifted my long cast and placed it on his lap slowly caressing my exposed toes.

Upon arrival at the restaurant, the chauffeur opened the door, revealing the private entrance of this fancy place. Steve extended his hand again, providing support as I gracefully stepped out of the limo and on my crutches. The full leg cast added a touch of vulnerability to the scene, creating a visual contrast to the opulence surrounding us.

Entering the restaurant, the maître d', greeted us with a subtle nod, acknowledging the importance of our evening. Steve, ever the charming companion, flashed a charismatic smile and said,

"It's amazing, tonight feels like we've stepped into a scene of a captivating Alfred Hitchcock thriller."

As we made our way to our appointed table, my crutches orchestrated a silent dance, each click resonating in the restaurant. My long plaster cast slid seamlessly between my crutches, it was clearly becoming an elegant extension of my movements.

Once at our designated space, Steve took the lead and he gently relieved me of my crutches again, allowing them to rest against the side of the table. Pulling the chair out, he invited me to lean against him and sit.

But In a sequence of graceful movements, I hopped twice on my right foot, a dangerous move while on one high heel stiletto shoe, one false move and I could break my right ankle or at the very least a bad sprain. As I settled into the chair, Steve's eyes met mine, a silent acknowledgement of the shared intricacies of the moment.

The restaurant's ambience, the flickering candlelight played upon the contours of the plaster cast, a subtle glow that we both loved. We engaged in laughter and captivating conversation. As the courses arrived, Steve's fingers delicately touched my leg cast that was on a chair beside him.

"I've always believed watching a woman on crutches with any kind of leg cast, that her broken limb and cast told a story," he remarked, his eyes meeting mine.

In a bold move in a restaurant, Steve gently lifted my cast, placing it on his lap.

"What is the story of your broken leg? "

Our conversation continued, punctuated by the occasional touch and rub of my toes. We were both truly enjoying the evening.

Later on as we made our way back to the elevator, the shared intimacy from the restaurant and the hum of the elevator's arrival heightened the anticipation of what awaited us inside the elevator. Stepping into the confined space, our eyes met, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken connection that had blossomed throughout the evening. With a subtle smile, Steve reached for me, and our lips met in a lingering kiss.

On my crutches, I leaned against the sleek interior of the elevator, the sensation of the kiss sending a shiver down my spine. The confined space heightened the intimacy, each moment becoming a crescendo of sexual desire.

As the elevator carried us upward, I pressed the emergency button, and our lips parted, leaving a lingering electric charge in the air. Drawing on my past as a gymnast, I seized the opportunity to amaze him even more, using both hands, I gracefully lifted my long plaster cast. With graceful ease, I placed it onto Steve's shoulder, a moment of sexual spontaneity that left me totally exposed on one leg. It was a touch of intimacy that added to the suspended atmosphere of the elevator.

"Jeasus Adele..."

With my back against the wall, my broken leg on his shoulder, he slightly moved forward. I unzip his pants and stroke his penis to his satisfaction. I pulled him straight up into my dripping vagina. It felt amazing and the motion lifted me to the tiptoes of my right high heel shoe with each and every thrust into me.

In this stretched position, every time Steve pushed his penis inside me, he caused my clitoris to rub up against it, sending waves of incredible sexual pleasure, over and over again. I could already feel my orgasm building inside me. My back and tight ass banged against the elevator wall, and I could not take my eyes off him.

It reminded me of a similar situation years ago when I was making love to Dominique, my girlfriend at the time in an elevator. While I was twisting and bending her arms behind her...I lost control, earring her moan with pure sexual pleasure...I went too far and broke her poor little wrist in 2 places.

But with each thrust of Steve's penis inside me, Dominique's broken wrist and sexy cast began to fade and the desire growing between my cast and leg was taking over. He was a very good lover, I was clenching my teeth trying to fight off the growing orgasm, but it was impossible.

My body was loving it and so was Steve's. I lost control. I cried, moaned loudly and my whole body became one with his penis inside me as my orgasm dominated the moment. As he pushed even harder into me I could feel his semen deep inside me.

When he finally pulled out of me I was relieved to take the pressure off my right leg, repositioning my crutches under my arms and depressing the emergency button. As the elevator moved to the penthouse, I leaned against the cool metal, my crutches supporting me. The dim lighting cast a soft glow on my long plaster cast.

As the elevator doors slid open, I stepped into the room, crutches clicking in rhythm with my steps. Steve followed, his eyes never leaving me, a silent acknowledgement that our contract was over...for now

"Adele, tonight has been nothing short of amazing. From the moment I first saw you, every detail felt like a chapter from a sensual storybook."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Steve. It's been a unique experience, and I'm grateful that I shared it with you."

He stepped closer,his hands cupped my face, drawing me closer. Our lips met in a lingering kiss, a culmination of the unspoken sexual moments that we experienced throughout the evening.

As we parted, Steve whispered, "Tonight was just the beginning, Adele. I look forward to exploring the next chapters with you."

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Clip 459 Leaning on her husband, leg cast, SLC, crutch

Clip 458 Broken foot in a cast , SLC

Clip 457 Broken, wrapped at first then SLC and crutches full non weight ...

Adele's Friends.com chapter 4

 Adele's Friends.com

Chapter 4

"Adele, you are truly stunning. That dress is beyond words," he complimented, his gaze lingering on the black dress and my long legs.

I acknowledged with a gracious smile, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on the table between us.

"Thank you, Steve."

"Well, this whole setup, from the luxurious penthouse to this beautiful lounge, it's all very impressive. Your team is very talented "he remarked.

"Your appreciation means a lot, since you are our first client. We strive to provide not just a service but a sensual experience, one that transcends all your dreams and fantasies hopefully"

As the evening unfolded, a beautiful sexual tension lingered in the air between Steve and me. The subtle glances and unspoken desires were palpable, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation. Sensing the right moment, I extended an invitation to Steve with a suggestive smile.

"Steve, would you care to join me in the penthouse? It's a more private setting and ...we can start working on our offer," I proposed, the words laced with a hint of sensuality.

His eyes met mine, a spark of pure adulthood excitement was dancing in them. "I would love that," he replied.

As we walked towards the elevator, the energy between us intensified. The click of my high heels resonated in the enclosed space, each step a seductive melody with the proper effect on both of us. His gaze journeyed from the delicate arch of my left foot, up the sinuous strength of my calf muscle, lingered at the bend of my knee, and moved further up my upper leg. In this unhurried exploration, his desire was increasing in intensity, it was literally palpable and I could see his physical reaction.

"You look even more beautiful up close and standing on those legs," He confessed, his voice low and intimate. I acknowledged his words with a smile, allowing the tension to simmer between us. I knew he had a serious leg fetish and...Let's be honest I have very sexy legs

In the confined space of the elevator, our eyes locked, and a charged silence enveloped us even if we kept our distance.

"Have you ever broken one of your lovely legs?" Steve's voice, a low murmur, filled the confined space of the elevator.

As the doors gracefully opened, revealing the lavish floor of The Four Seasons penthouse, the air buzzed with heightened anticipation. I spun on my heels, a playful twirl like a dancer, offering a glimpse of vulnerability.

"Yes," I confessed, my eyes locking onto his, "my left leg, I broke my tibia and fibula in a motorcycle accident." With a fluid motion, I lifted and extended my left leg toward him. Steve, hands enveloped in anticipation, delicately cradled my ankle. His touch was like between curiosity and understanding while caressing my foot and lower leg.

In that suspended moment, our eyes met, a silent exchange with unspoken desires. A smile lingered on my lips, an invitation hanging in the air. In a very suggestive tone I asked, "which of my legs would you like to place in a plaster cast tonight?"

He let go of my left foot, and I let it slide down against his fully erected penis while his gaze, filled with lust, trailed down to both of my legs. I stood before him, legs partly crossed, waiting for his choice. His eyes moving from one leg to the other.

His gaze lingered on my left leg, and a slow, seductive smile crept across his lips. "Adele, I'm sorry to tell you but your left leg is broken in 3 places and needs to be in a full leg cast tonight".

Hands and hands, we slowly walked into the dimly lit Fetish Room of our spacious penthouse. The subtle fragrance of plaster, his chosen casting material for this first sexual encounter, hung in the air, blending with the charged atmosphere as we shared our first kiss.

Our lips met full of sexual desire and passion that echoed in the room. The taste of the moment lingered as our tongues entwined, intimacy, fantasies and the unspoken sexual fetish. As we continued to kiss, his hands explored the contours of my body. He delicately traced my back, the zipper of my dress surrendered to his touch.

"Have I told you that you are breathtaking," he whispered, his words a caress against my neck.

As my dress cascaded to the floor, revealing my silhouette beneath, Steve's desire manifested in a deep, appreciative stare while his hands lingered on my waist.

I guided him towards the casting table, a piece of furniture meticulously chosen for its significance in his intimate sexual fantasy.

I sat on the casting table, legs dangling over the edge. His gaze locked onto mine as he knelt before me, between my legs, his hands gently lifting my left leg. He removed my left high heel shoe, each movement deliberate and charged with anticipation of what comes next.

"I feel like a kid at Christmas, unveiling a beautiful and sexy gift," he murmured, his fingers expertly releasing the garter belt from my leg. As the stocking slid down, Steve's touch trailed along my skin, my long leg, intimacy that left an electrifying trail and wetness between my legs. I was so turned on sexually.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing forearms ready for my fantasy. Soft padding, water and rolls of plaster cast lay in wait, each one a promise to mould and shape my left leg in this, the narrative of his lifetime desire. He leaned down, kissed and licked my leg slowly.

"Adele, this is beyond my wildest fantasies," he confessed,

"My poor broken leg..." I moaned quietly. Precum started to show.

With deliberate precision, he began the ritual of bringing his fantasy to life. He unrolled soft padding, a gentle caress against my skin, and carefully draped it over my left leg. The padding embraces it, serving as a protective layer, creating a cocoon of comfort before the hard plaster cast.

His touch was both tender and purposeful as he smoothed the padding, ensuring it adhered seamlessly to the contours of my long leg. Each pass of his hands became an intimate exploration, a tactile connection that heightened the anticipation in the air. He had done this multiple times in the past in his dreams.

The soft padding, now a second skin, he began applying the first roll of plaster around my foot. As the rolls of plaster wound their way around my foot, ankle and leg, the anticipation of dealing with this long and heavy cast seduced me while his eyes remained locked on the transformation unfolding before him.

With each layer, the full leg cast emerged, transforming my strong left leg into pure desire and vulnerability. Steve's hands moved with a rhythm born of passion, and the room echoed with the subtle sounds of plaster against my leg, a very sensual procedure.

As he continued the meticulous application of the plaster, a pivotal moment arrived. Before the cast became rigid, he gently bent my knee, moulding it into a position of non-weight bearing. The intimate act, accompanied by the subtle flex of my muscles beneath the plaster, marked a commitment to be on crutches.

The transformation of my strong left leg into a symbol of desire and vulnerability continued.

With each layer of plaster around my carefully bent knee. The once-malleable material now took on a form of permanence, securing the desired position.

"I love it...Kiss me...Please" I ordered him and he did. His soft lips...His hands transformed this plaster cast from the functional to the sensual ritual. His fingers, coated in the creamy substance, gently caressed and smoothed the surface to perfection

The touch of his hands on the wet plaster became a symphony of sensations for me, as he rubbed and moulded the cast, he watched my fingers slide between my legs and tease and please my wet vagina. The plaster clung to every curve of my long leg while my fingers curled against my clitoris until my orgasm pleased my whole body.

With the full leg cast now covering my left leg, Steve's hands gently lifted me up onto my right high heel shoe. His touch, both supportive and sensual, conveyed a shared intimacy.

"What's next?" I said smiling.

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