Sunday, March 31, 2024
Saturday, March 30, 2024
Friday, March 29, 2024
Whispers in the walls prologue
Whispers in the Walls
Prologue
As I step into the rental property I got from my dad dying, I unveil not just its physical transformation into a very modern building, but also the hidden lives within. Little did I know that my sexual voyeuristic curiosity would lead to unexpected connections.
Well maybe I did know...you may agree when you meet the tenants that I selected.
The front door opens from a face recognition system, revealing a modern haven that was once my father's home and is now mine. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh paint and new beginnings. The walls, once echoing with my father's laughter, now resonate with the anticipation of untold stories, secrets and transformations.
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Sharon, I'm a 34-year-old AI machine learning engineer who loves to peel back the layers of the ordinary to reveal the extraordinary. I really believe that everybody has sexual secrets that are worth revealing and investigating.
Graduating from MIT as an engineer was a milestone that paved the way for my analytical mind to dive into the complexities of both technology and human nature. I hate to describe myself but I'm a petite woman with short brown hair framing my face, almost legally blind from diabetes, my glasses serve as a gateways to the world around me.
As a single woman, I've embraced a life of independence with various friends with benefits of both sexes and I'm also fuelled by a passion for the finer things in life. I'm full of contradictions, I need and love sexy and expensive clothes and shoes that reflect my confidence and high heels that elevate not just my stature and my spirit even if it also increases the possibilities of injuries.
I totally assume my decisions.
My fascination extends beyond the concrete jungle into the great outdoors. The thrill of rough no services style camping and the challenge of rock climbing offers a stark contrast to my structured, tech-eccentric life. It's in those moments, surrounded by nature's grandeur, that I find balance and harmony between my need to be a modern day independent woman and my need to be alone at peace with myself role-playing or not... injured or not.
Yet, beneath the surface of my seemingly structured life, lies unusual fascinations, some that drive me to appreciate medical and recreational casts on the limbs of pure strangers, men and women navigating the world on crutches. It's clearly a sexual attraction I've kept hidden for years because it clearly walks on a fine line of what is acceptable socially.
In the quiet corners of my mind since I was a very young girl, I found sexual fetishes happiness in crafting short stories that revolve around the very leg braces, casts, crutches and wheelchair that intrigues me. These short stories have been an outlet under various persona, allowing me to explore the delicate dance between vulnerability, strength, lust, sex and breaking my own limb.
In each story I was able to write about the intricate emotions surrounding the beautiful use of crutches, an exploration that satisfied the curious whispers within me without exposing the depths of my unconventional interests to the judgement of my world. Writing became my sanctuary, where crippled legs in braces, casts and crutches could unfold without inhibition.
But the property I inherited from my father changed everything after my renovations. A once-familiar place, I transformed it into a modern building of eight private units, but I gave myself full access through the use of technology. The walls, now full with state-of-the-art gadgets, conceal the secrets of those within, stories waiting to be discovered, by me, for me.
As I walked the halls of my newly shaped sanctuary on my crutches and recreational short leg cast, prior to my guess moving in after the renovation, I felt a magnetic pull towards a new medical injury or a permanent disability. But also a pull for the lives that will be unfolding behind closed doors in almost total secrecy in the near future.
My 2024 technologies, combined with AI will be my companion to understand the whispers of untold stories, and my sexual curiosity and needs will become a key to unlocking the doors to these hidden secrets behind those beautiful, sexy people in their own ways and locked doors.
Compassion. I realized that my accessibility to the secrets of my tenants could be helpful for positive change. Armed with a genuine desire to help them realize some deep fantasies or fetishes of their own, I believe that good will come from understanding and my intervention.
I hope you agree with me that the stage is set where writing will go to a new level, the physical day to day of my tenants, the intricate dance of their lives will be mixed with mine. The whispers in the walls are inviting me to witness, understand, and, perhaps, change the course of physical and emotional destinies yet to unfold.
Hope you join me
Sharon
XOXO
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Adele's Friends.com conclusion
Adele's Friends.com
Conclusion
When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah... Melinda stood there with a brand new black short leg cast and crutches. From my voyeuristic point of view I think I saw Sarah touch herself looking at the professor on her crutches and Steve...well you know...3 sexy, very different and injured ladies all on crutches in one room...I will let you guess how he was reacting.
"Professor Melinda, you look absolutely stunning!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes appreciatively scanning the professor. She was wearing a modern slim fit trouser suit in navy blue with a white blouse. Despite her broken foot, cast and crutches she looked sophisticated, confident and so damn sexy.
Melinda, with a gracious smile, responded, "Thank you, Sarah. I thought, since you did break my foot, I'd join the cast party in style." She smiled, leaned over and kissed my friend who was speechless at the moment. I was envious of the professor's slim cast and her choice of footwear, a matching high-heeled shoe on her good foot that added a touch of danger.
"Again I'm so sorry professor and you've truly elevated the cast fashion game."
Steve's eyes moved between us, I was on my crutches with a sprained ankle, Sarah confidently limping on her pink walking cast, showcasing her strong athletic legs, and Melinda, gracefully maneuvering on her crutches with a black non-weight-bearing short leg cast.
He came to me and kissed me, "Quite a gathering," a playful smile on his face.
Sarah and Melinda found a comfortable spot on the couch. Melinda, gracefully lowering herself onto the seat, extended her cast onto Sarah's lap. With a playful smile, she gently rubbed the black cast and exposed toes. "Seriously, how's the foot, Professor?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the cast.
"Well, it's in good hands now, isn't it? I got exactly what I requested, thank you"
"You look amazing plus, your black cast will add a touch of mystery during your next lecture about sexual fetishes. Very chic."
The two women shared their experiences and their attraction to each other was evident in the easy banter. As the evening unfolded, from kissing, touching to gathering their crutches and moving to a spare bedroom.
"I'm ready for some fun. Let's go to my bedroom..." I whispered into Steve's ear, leaning in to kiss him passionately. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me close, our bodies pressed up against each other. We kissed for a long while, our tongues exploring and our bodies moving together in a way that felt so natural and exciting.
As I slowly helped myself up onto my good leg and carefully found my crutches, I could feel Steve's hands wrapping around my hips, supporting me and holding me close. I loved the way his hands felt against me, it was like a reassurance that everything was going to be alright.
I leaned in and kissed Steve, and we passionately locked our lips together, it was such a sensual and erotic moment that my body was trembling. As we made our way into my bedroom, Steve looked at me with such sexual desire. I felt that he was ready to take me to a whole new level of pleasure.
"Look at you, Adele, you are so beautiful on crutches. Do you know how much I want you?"
"Well, I think you've shown me."
Once on my bed he grabbed my hips and gently pulled me up on top of him, our bodies touching in this intimate moment. I could feel his fully erect penis against me while our bodies brushed against each other, creating an electricity that had been building since our first meeting in the elevator. We were both eager to explore each other in a deeper way.
Steve gently unwrapped my sprained ankle and began to caress and massage it, his fingers gently exploring my bruised skin and swelling. I let out a soft moan as his fingers moved over my ankle, my ankles and feet being a sexually sensitive area for me ever since my first fracture years ago.
His gentle touch caused me to tingle all over, my full breasts responding to his touch with pure excitement. After a few minutes of his gentle massage, the swelling increased and stiffness was obvious and pleasurable.
"Please don't stop..."
Steve slowly started to bend my ankle in a very slow and controlled manner, gently moving my ankle in circles. I started rubbing and caressing my breasts, pulling, turning, and twisting my long nipples, the first one and then, the other. It was a very sensuous and sexual experience, as my ankle was being treated like a beautiful work of art, and I was pleasing my breasts and nipples, loving every moment of it.
Steve's tender and gentle touch on my ankle felt like a massage, my body tingling in pleasure and euphoria, the twisting motions of my sprained ankle caused a beautiful and deep sensation of pleasure throughout my entire body. It was an incredible feeling and I just wanted to let this moment last forever.
He continued to work his hands over my sprained ankle, his twisting causing me to feel an incredible sensation of pleasure throughout my whole body. It was almost too much to bear, but in a good way.
Next I released his penis, it was at full size and so hard, my perfectly manicured hands started to stroke his cock slowly. I could feel my injured ankle and I just wanted to close my eyes and let him keep doing it for as long as he wanted. It was pure bliss.
But I began to lick and suck as I played with his penis in my hand. I looked at Steve to see his reaction when he felt my warm tongue come into contact with his penis, licking the dripping precum.
"I'm going to keep working on your ankle. I want you to feel as good as you can while injured." He moaned but he was losing control.
"Mmm, yes..., I'm loving this. Please don't stop, it feels so good."
I leaned over him and went back to sucking his penis. It felt so good to have it slide in and out of my lips and mouth. At the same time he sexually attacked my injured ankle again with his long fingers.
My moans sent vibrations on his penis and I could hear him moan every time I did.
"I...I just have one question for you, Adele" he quietly moaned, working his hands over my ankle.
I looked up, my eyes glowing with sexual lust. "What is it?"
"What color of cast do you want for your ankle?"
"I don't need one, it's really just a sprain"
"I know but...You'll need one after what I plan to do to you now."
The air between them seems to sizzle, as I gasp at Steve's boldness and the idea of what he has in store for me...He came all over my mouth while my orgasm rocked my body until my ankle...
The end
K
Monday, March 18, 2024
Adele's Friends.com chapter 11
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 11
As the evening approached, I carefully selected a chic cocktail dress that complemented the atmosphere and the mood I was in after 2 successful events. The dress was a stunning midnight blue with a touch of sophistication, Its gentle fabric followed the contours of my body, creating an elegant look for the occasion.
With a sense of flair, I paired the dress with a single, stylish high heel shoe on my good foot, a classic Louboutin 3 inch heel pump that added a hint of...that's how I injured my other ankle vibe.
My sprained ankle was supported by ace bandages under my pantyhose, it served as a subtle reminder of what I'm willing to do for my clients and friends at Adele's Friends .com. Despite the wonderful temporary challenge, being on crutches for a medical reason added a touch of resilience to my overall look.
Standing on crutches in my living room, the soft glow of lights created a warm ambiance, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my guests. The cocktail dress, the stylish shoe, and the ace bandages created the perfect visual for what we stood for and it was going to be a real nice surprise for Steve.
As the doorbell chimed, signalling the arrival of the first guest, I made my way slowly to the front door on my crutches. The soft rustle of the cocktail dress and the gentle tap of the high heel on my good foot created a rhythm of sensual anticipation and I approached the door with a welcoming smile.
Steve, my first invitee to arrive, stood on the threshold, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of me, my injured ankle and crutches. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my cheek, "Adele, you look stunning".
I reciprocated with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Steve. It's so good to see you." The exchange of pleasantries continued as we embraced in a friendly hug. Steve's gaze lingered on the cocktail dress, the elegant shoe, and the subtle ace bandages, an ensemble that hinted at the tales from Adele's Friends .com.
Before parting from the embrace, Steve's lips met mine in a soft and lingering kiss. "I've been looking forward to this," he whispered, his eyes deep into mine.
Then I moved back and Steve's gaze lingered on my legs, his eyes curiously tracing the line of the cocktail dress and, inevitably, descending to my injured ankle wrapped in ace bandages. I could tell how much he would have loved to apply a cast to my leg right at the moment.
"What happened to your ankle?" As his eyes focused on the delicate wrapping.|
I chuckled lightly, creating an air of mystery, "The public version is just a minor sprain. Just a little misstep, nothing too dramatic." I shifted my weight onto the crutches, lifted my injured ankle giving him a perfect look of it.
"But don't let it distract you from the evening. You know me Steve. I enjoy creating memorable moments ... .I might even let you apply a cast to my poor leg" I said smiling.
Steve nodded, smiling. "Certainly, let's make it a night to remember," he responded, his eyes holding a glimmer of lust like I saw in the elevator some weeks ago.
Like they say on tv...I was saved by the bell...as the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the next guest, I made my way to open the door with a smile. There stood Sarah, gracefully navigating on her crutches, showcasing her stunning pink walking cast. She was dressed to accentuate both the cast and her athletic legs, drawing attention to the unique combination of strength and vulnerability.
Sarah's outfit included a knee-length skirt that swayed with each movement, highlighting the femininity of her legs and curves. She paired it with a fashionable top that added a touch of sophistication to the overall look. A single stylish shoe on her uncasted foot, completed the ensemble with flair.
"Sarah, you look absolutely fabulous!" I exclaimed, welcoming her with a warm smile.
"Thank you and look at you on those crutches," Sarah replied with a smile. I leaned down and kissed Sarah, her lips meeting mine with a passionate and long kiss. It was a deep and intense moment of closeness and connection, leaving both of us feeling utterly excited and aroused.
"Steve, this is Sarah. She's been an integral part of our exciting endeavors,"
"Sarah, meet Steve, a wonderful friend and a connoisseur of unforgettable experiences, like you know he was our first client." As they exchanged greetings, the room was filled with an air of sexual anticipation, blending the elegance of Sarah's presence with the intrigue sparked by Steve's inquisitive gaze at her walking cast and the pink sock that protected her toes.
She was very graceful in her movements on her crutches with a partial weight bearing on the heel of her walking cast from time to time. Watching the interaction between Sarah and Steve placed a knowing smile on my lips from Sarah's sexiness and Steve's distinct charm.
"I must say, Sarah, that cast of yours is absolutely perfect. How did you break it?" he inquired, his eyes flickering between the cast and Sarah's athletic body and legs. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath and gathering her mental images of what she was about to say.
"Well, you see... I broke my ankle not too long ago. You know about the relationship I had with Adele before, we were a couple"
"Oh really, I didn't know"
"Yes, the next day after you had sex with my girlfriend in that elevator, well my ex-gf, we ended up having kind of a... intimate sexual bondage evening together, and during that play... I broke my ankle."
"Wow, really?!"
"Yes, it was intense. I actually broke my ankle in two places from the position Adele had me in, it was quite intense sexually. I had an orgasm while tied and broken"
"That's one crazy hot broken ankle..." He said unable to stop staring at her. Sarah was so good at this.
The doorbell chimed once more as the two had been having their intimate moment. Sarah took a pause and made sure to rub against Steve's erected penis as she was limping on her crutches and the heel of her walking cast towards the door. She made sure to move her hip playfully and casually making sure he was looking at her.
"I'll get that," Sarah said, her gaze on Steve's eyes as she made sure to make eye contact.
I was watching them while leaning on my crutches, knee bent and my injured limb off the hardwood floor. It reminded me of the movie Sliver looking at those 2, but reversed roles where Sharon Stone would be the sexy modern voyeur. Maybe I could be the voyeur... but that's for another steamy story...
When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah...She...
Adele's Friends.com
Conclusion to come
K
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Saturday, March 16, 2024
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.
Adele's Friends.com
chapter 11 to come
K
Friday, March 15, 2024
Thursday, March 14, 2024
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.
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 10 to come
K