Thursday, May 9, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 8
Jessica then and now
Chapter 8
2030's
I received an expected call from Jessica, we both came back from the past when I looked by accident at a paper from 2037 that I had in my backpack by accident while in the past. Her voice was still very confident over the phone as she expressed her need in meeting me, how could I say no. I needed to know how my trip to the past affected her
"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, happy to get her call.
"Liam, it's Jessica, can we meet to discuss what happened on the polo field last week, well actually it was a long time ago. Decades ago."
I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting her. "Of course, Jessica. When would it be convenient for you?"
"Tomorrow works for me," she replied promptly. "How about at the Dark Note café again?"
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica. I remembered all my trips in time to see her, to help her. From her years, tall, with incredible legs and firm sexy breasts. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated me, paired with her crutches and various leg casts over the years that filled our lives. Not having seen her in many years now, I wasn't sure what to expect.
As Saturday arrived I walked into the café, the warm aroma of coffee greeted me, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. I found a quiet corner table and settled in, anticipation bubbling within me for my meeting with Jessica. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the many many discussions we had over the years from time travelling back and forth.
Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It felt like a scene from a parallel universe; describing her as a beautiful mature woman would be an understatement. The tall, sexy woman was now in a wheelchair, she exuded grace and confidence despite her paralysis from the hip down. She navigated the space effortlessly, her arms and hands moving expertly on the wheelchair's rims as she wheeled herself forward with a determined stride.
Me and everybody else in the cafe observed Jessica, her legs were in a sleek and sexy pair of black pantyhose, accentuating their slender curves. Despite her wheelchair, she maintained an elegant appearance, wearing a stylish leather skirt that draped gracefully around her hips.
Her choice of footwear, 5-inch red stiletto heels, added a touch of pure sexiness to her look, contrasting beautifully with the black pantyhose. Even in her seated position, Jessica's legs exuded a sense of poise and beauty since for reasons that I couldn't explain, even 30 some years later she kept her muscle tone. And yet she couldn't walk or even stand on those perfect legs.
A mystery of time travelling I guess.
"Liam, it's great to be here with you," Jessica greeted warmly, her smile genuine. I leaned over and kissed her cheek this time.
"It's wonderful to see you, Jessica," I replied, looking at her stylish wheelchair. "What happened? Was it the last time you travelled in time? I inquired, curious about her current condition. To be honest I was so attracted to her in her wheelchair. Her sexy long crippled leg looked so good.
Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just a little time travelling mishap, not the last one I guess" she explained calmly, grabbing her left leg and moving it over the right one.
"I don;t feel anything from my hips down."
I nodded, though my interest lingered. "You handle that wheelchair so gracefully, it's clear you're quite adept with it," I complimented, admiring her poise despite the challenges.
"Thank you, Liam, for you it's only been a few days, you were back last week" she responded, meeting my gaze with those big brown eyes and her wet lips. "I've been in a chair for 30 years, navigating life's obstacles is just another performance, isn't it? A different stage, but the show must go on."
"I missed you so much"
Her fingers gently traced the contours of her paralyzed legs, she was teasing me "For years and multiple trips back and forth I spent months in leg casts and crutches between my stays in my wheelchair."
As Jessica shared her time travelling experiences, I listened attentively, drawn into the challenges and triumphs she faced during her various recoveries. She spoke of the initial struggles with adapting to life in a wheelchair, the frustrations of limited mobility versus her time in leg casts and crutches.
In the midst of our conversation I got daring enough to touch her legs, her sexy long shapely and yet useless legs. That's when a thought lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper from the past.
"Jessica," I began tentatively, my words carefully chosen, "have you ever considered going back, trying again?, maybe staying in the past with me and Emily"
She looked at me with a mix of surprise and contemplation. "You mean, back in time? At the same time again on the polo field?" she clarified, her gaze meeting mine with a curious intensity.
I nodded, my eyes reflecting the curiosity that danced in hers. "Yes, back to that moment before the accident, before everything changed," I elaborated, my voice carrying a hint of wonder.
"I've tried a few times already without success," she admitted. I nodded in understanding.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks,"
Later back at her house I sat close to her in her wheelchair, her crippled leg against my leg, not just a casual touching of her knee. She smiled at me, my hand slid up her leg, caressing her thigh from knee to skirt. She slowly opened her legs for me, inviting me higher up. Then I was under her skirt, my fingers touched her.
She looked at me caressing, splitting the labia and pushing against her wet lips, my finger sliding in. She was moaning, her eyes were closed.
Her expression turned thoughtful, considering the risks and rewards of trying again.
"It could mean walking again, leaving this wheelchair behind," she said, excited at the prospect of regained mobility.
"But it also means risking new fractures, the pain and uncertainty all over again," she added.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks," I acknowledged, echoing her concerns while also recognizing the potential for a positive outcome.
"What if things don't change? What if we're stuck in a loop, repeating the same?"
"We won't know unless we try this new approach."
Finally, Jessica nodded slowly, rolling closer in her wheelchair, excitement in her eyes. She kissed me and then said "Alright, let's do it. Let's go back and try again,"
Chapter 9 to come
K
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 7
Jessica then and now
Chapter 7
1990's
Before the audition, I was part of a fundraiser. It was a polo match to raise money for a great women's shelter. My phone rang. It was my dear friend and polo partner, Emily. Excitement bubbled in my chest as I answered, eager to discuss the upcoming match and my new job.
"Hey, Jess! I have really bad news dear" Emily's voice was filled with sadness, not mirroring my own excitement at all.
"Oh no Em is it your mom Is she OK?" I replied, the concern evident in my voice.
"Mom is fine it's me, I've been practising at the polo field and fell off my horse, nothing serious, just a stress fracture in my ankle. I have this lovely little cast for 6 weeks and crutches...can you imagine me on crutches."
"OMG Em I'm so sorry, maybe we can cancel the match tomorrow. I bet you look super cute in that cast missy" I exclaimed.
"First, yes I do look cute even sexy says Liam" Emily laughed
"Hold on, who's that Liam you are talking about?" I said
"My boyfriend, silly, what's wrong with you today. Anyway he will take my place tomorrow so the game is still on against those lawyers"
"Hey, Em, I have something exciting to tell you," I interjected, unable to contain my news any longer.
"What is it?" Emily asked, curiosity piqued.
"I've been asked to be the assistant production coordinator on a huge movie coming up called The Titanic! " I revealed, the thrill evident in my voice.
"Oh wow, that's incredible, Jess! Congratulations!" Emily's excitement matched my own.
"Thanks, Em. I appreciate your support," I replied, grateful for her encouragement. "But let's focus on you and your broken ankle. How does it feel to have a cast on...I always wanted one"
As the call ended, I felt a surge of confidence, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead, both on the field and on the stage. Liam, how did I forget about Liam...
The morning of the polo match as I prepared for the day ahead, my mind briefly drifted back to an acting career that never lfted up, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the thrill of the polo field. I dressed carefully, selecting a pair of tailored white breeches that hugged my sexy long legs comfortably, while a navy blue polo shirt caressed my breast and hard nipples. Over it, I slipped on a lightweight navy blazer.
The outfit was completed with knee-high black leather boots, polished to a high shine, ideal for both riding and commanding attention during some bondage ritual with some of my friends with benefits. My brown hair was swept into a neat ponytail, secured with a gold hair tie that matched the accents on my polo shirt. A few strands of hair framed my face, adding a cute feminine touch to the overall look.
As I made my way to the stables, anticipation bubbled within me. Chestnut, my loyal and spirited horse, greeted me with a friendly whinny as I approached. I took a moment to pat his chestnut-coloured coat, feeling the warmth of his presence and the shared excitement for the upcoming match.
With a final check of my gear and a reassuring pat for Chestnut, I mounted him gracefully, feeling the familiar connection between rider and horse and some stares from men around the stable. Together, we trotted out onto the polo field, ready for the thrill of competition. Chestnut energy was palpable as we joined the other players on the field.
"Ready, Jess?" Emily called out leaning on her underarm crutches, her voice filled with excitement while keeping her short leg cast off the ground at all times.
"Absolutely! Look at you, you look amazing, if I had a cast fetish and was a lesbian I would fall in love with your girlfriend Liam" I replied, a grin spreading across my face looking at the sexy couple. Petite Emily was injured and so sexy on crutches and tall and strong Liam.
"Let's show them what we're made of!" I said
The game kicked off with a thunderous charge, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth adding to the adrenaline rush. As I rode up and down the field, my focus was laser-sharp, anticipating every move and strategizing with Liam to outmanoeuvre our opponents.
"Stay on their flank, Jess!" Liam's voice rang out, guiding our synchronized movements.
"I've got them!" I shouted back, my eyes locked on the ball as I controlled Chestnut with precision.
The game was fast-paced and intense, with moments of exhilaration as we scored goals and moments of tension as we defended our territory. "Great pass, Jessica!" Liam cheered..."Nice shot,Liam!" I replied.
"Victory is everything!" Liam exclaimed, beaming with joy as we rode off the field, Chestnut's mane flowing in the wind.
"It sure is," I agreed, a sense of accomplishment filling my heart with a sense of dejas vu.
A sudden commotion erupted nearby, my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see a younger man struggling to control his horse, the animal's movements becoming increasingly erratic. Before I could react, the horse veered towards us, its massive frame colliding with mine.
"Jess!" Emily's cry of alarm cut through the air from the sideline standing on her crutches, her voice filled with concern.
The impact was so sudden with my horse, missing my leg by inches, but the impact threw me off my horse and I landed awkwardly on the ground of the polo field. I was struggling to catch my breath, the surprise of my fall rendering me momentarily speechless.
Emily rushed to my side on her crutches, her eyes wide with shock and pain while she stood on her broken ankle protected by her lovely little cast.
"Hold on, Jess! We'll get you out of here!"
Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled to stay conscious, the pain radiating from my head, possible concussion overwhelming my senses. The last thing I saw was my lovely Emily on her crutches knee bent and the last thing I heard before passing out was...
"I tried Jessica, I'm so sorry" Liam said.
"What did you try "I said, wondering before passing out.
Chapter 8 to come
K
