Thursday, August 1, 2024
A Unique Proposal chapter 9
A Unique Proposal
Chapter 9
She looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, her fingers rubbing my cast. "I think I have feelings for you, Lily. Real, deep feelings. This whole experience, the casts, the intimacy... it awakened something in me."
My heart skipped a beat. "I feel the same way. There's something special between us, something I've never felt before."
She smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I was so scared to admit it, but now that I have, I feel a sense of relief. I don't know what the future holds, but I want to explore this with you."
I squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of emotion. "I want that too, Ava. Whatever happens, we'll face it together. But you are a married woman"
She leaned forward, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and the intensity of her emotions. My heart raced as I wrapped my broken arm around her, pulling her closer to me. Her fingers tracing the outline of my cast. We sat there for a moment, lost in our own thoughts.
The tranquility of our morning was abruptly shattered by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Ava and I exchanged a look of surprise and concern. She shifted nervously on her crutches, her full leg walking cast thumping softly against the floor as she moved towards the window. I wheeled myself to her side, my heart pounding in my chest.
"It's Mark," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Before I could respond, the front door opened, and Mark stepped inside. His eyes immediately fell on Ava, his expression a mix of relief and surprise looking at his wife long leg cast. He crossed the room in quick strides, his gaze flickering to me before returning to his wife.
"What happened to your leg?" His eyes then shifted to me, noticing my broken ankle and arm.
"And what's going on with you? Didn't you say that your games were safe?"
Ava's grip tightened on her crutches, her knuckles turning white. "Mark, I... I needed some time to think. About us. About everything."
Mark's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "And you thought coming here was the best way to do that? With her? It's not worth the money" He glanced at me, his tone dripping with disdain.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Mark, Ava needed space, it was never just for the money and you know that."
He ignored me, focusing solely on Ava. "You're coming home with me. Now."
Ava's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. "I can't, Mark. Not yet. Go home and I will see you tomorrow."
His face contorted with anger. "I'm your husband!" He paused, eyeing her crutches and cast. "How did you break your leg?"
The tension in the room was palpable. Ava looked between Mark and me, torn between her loyalty to her husband and the growing attachment she felt towards me. Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath.
"Mark, please try to understand, this isn't about you. It's about me. My leg is fine." Mark's expression softened slightly, but his confusion was still evident. I reached out, placing a comforting hand on Ava's arm.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with anger and pure hate. "I don't trust you."
Ava stepped forward, limping on her cast making a soft thud as she moved. "Mark, go home and I will see you tomorrow."
Mark's shoulders sagged, and he let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. But don't expect me to wait forever, Ava." He turned and left without another word, the sound of the door closing echoing through the house. Ava collapsed into a nearby chair, burying her face in her hands. I moved closer, my heart aching for her.
"Ava," I said gently, "I'm here for you. Whatever you need."
She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. "I don't know what to do, Lily. I'm so confused."
I took her hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly. "Take your time, Ava. We'll figure this out together.
The next morning I woke up to find her leaning 100% on her cast no more crutches, her walking cast was a part of her now. Ava's spirit seemed stronger.
"Lily, I've been thinking a lot about my life, my marriage, and my feelings for you. This experience has changed me in ways I never thought possible."
I wheeled myself closer to her, my broken ankle and arm a constant reminder of the journey we were on. "Ava, you don't have to make any decisions right now. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
Looking into her eyes I realized that our time together was coming to an end. We both knew that Ava would soon return to her life with Mark, and I would be left to plan my next proposal if there was going to be a next one.
That afternoon, Nurse Anastasia Steele, whom we affectionately called Nurse Ana, entered the room. "Lily, Ava, it's time," she said gently.
Ava and I exchanged a glance, knowing what was coming. "Lily, there's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice trembling. "Your arm isn't really broken."
My eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I wanted you to be vulnerable too," She admitted. "But now, it's time to remove the cast."
Nurse Ana nodded and began the delicate process of removing the cast from my arm. As the cast came off, I flexed my fingers, bent my elbow feeling the freedom of movement return.
I stood up, feeling unsteady at first, and reached for the crutches that Nurse Ana handed me.
"I'll be on crutches for a while," I said, trying to smile.
Ava stood up as well, her leg now free from the cast. She slipped into a pair of sexy heels, her movements confident and assured. "Lily, thank you for everything, including the money" she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
We shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly. The bond we had formed would remain, even as we went our separate ways.
As they prepared to leave, I looked at Ava, her beauty shining through. "No matter what happens, you'll always have a special place in my heart," I said softly.
"And you in mine," she replied, her eyes filled with love. She was ready to face whatever came next.
Ava stood by the doorway, her legs now free from the cast in sexy high heels. She looked stunning, her confidence radiating as she balanced perfectly on those stylish shoes. I couldn't help but admire her transformation, both physical and emotional, over the past ten days.
I hobbled towards her on my crutches, my broken ankle still in a cast. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at me. I reached out, taking her hand in mine. "Ava, no matter what happens, know that you'll always have a place here with me"
She pulled me into a tight embrace, her tears mingling with mine. "I don't want to say goodbye," she whispered.
"Then don't," I replied softly. "This isn't goodbye. It's just the beginning of a new chapter for both of us."
With a final, lingering kiss, Ava turned and gracefully walked out the door, her high heels clicking softly on the floor. I watched her go, my heart heavy yet filled with a strange sense of hope.
A Unique Proposal
Conclusion to come
K
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
A Unique Proposal chapter 8
A Unique Proposal
Chapter 8
The morning air was crisp as we prepared to leave. Ava, still adjusting to her full leg walking cast, moved with grace but on her crutches. Her long leg looked stunning and the cast even better. She wore a confident smile that hid any discomfort if there was any. I was beside her, my own right ankle in a short leg cast and my left arm secured in a full arm cast and resting in a lovely stylish sling. Nurse Anastasia, poised and professional, pushed my wheelchair.
As we entered the bustling shopping district, heads turned and whispers followed. Our little procession was an unusual sight, but instead of shrinking from the attention, we embraced it. We were here to show that we were strong, unashamed, and beautiful in our own right.
Our first stop was a chic shoe boutique. The store was sleek and modern, filled with the latest styles and trends. As we walked in, the store clerk, Jonathan with whom Ava had a bad experience in the past, immediately took notice. His eyes widened, and he seemed momentarily at a loss for words. It was clear that the sight of us, our broken limbs and casts had stirred something within him.
"Good morning," he stammered, his eyes flicking nervously between our casts, crutches and my wheelchair. My broken ankle was elevated in the leg rest and I was wearing a very short skirt...without any panties...Yes I know...bad bad girl
"How can I assist you today? Ladies"
"We're here to find some fabulous shoes, I will be out of my leg cast in a few days" Ava said brightly, her tone both friendly and commanding while she almost twirls 360 degrees on her long walking cast. She moved with deliberate elegance, the rubber heel of her cast rubbing against the polished floor.
"Do you remember me?" Ava asked
Jonathan nodded, regaining his composure. "Of course, right this way." He led us to a display of high heels and stylish boots, his professional demeanour barely concealing his obvious sexual attraction and fascination to all three of us.
Ava sat down carefully, adjusting her leg and crutches. She looked up at me with a playful glint in her eyes. "What do you think, Lily? Should I go for something bold and risky?"
I smiled, enjoying her spirit. "Absolutely. Let's find something that makes a statement."
Nurse Anastasia stood by, her hands lightly resting on the handles of my wheelchair. Her eyes followed Jonathan's movements, always vigilant.
Jonathan returned with several pairs of shoes, his hands trembling slightly. "These are our latest arrivals," he said, placing them in front of Ava. "Feel free to try them on."
Ava reached out, but the weight of her full leg cast made it difficult. Jonathan, sensing her struggle, quickly knelt beside her. "May I help?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Yes, please," Ava replied, her eyes locked with his. There was a moment of silent understanding between them as he carefully lifted her long leg, slipping the high heel pump onto her lovely foot. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and Ava couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with excitement, he clearly wanted to kiss and lick her foot..
As the fitting continued, Ava couldn't help but move her leg cast between Jonathan's legs, feeling the outline of his erect penis through his pants. His subtle glances at her cast, his fingers lingering just a bit longer than necessary on her foot, made it clear that he had a variety of fetishes at work at the moment, perhaps even a pure sexual attraction, to Ava.
Meanwhile, I felt Nurse Anastasia's steady presence behind me. She leaned down, her voice a whisper in my ear. "It seems Jonathan has a particular interest in my patients," she noted, her tone both amused and observant. I nodded, watching as Ava seductively removed her foot from the high heel pump and placed it on Jonathan's thigh, her toes gently caressing him through his pants.
Jonathan had just finished helping Ava and she had an idea
She said, "My Aunt Lily won't be needing high heel knee-high boots for a long time with her broken ankle, but she would like to try a pair"
He raised an eyebrow, but he didn't hesitate. He walked over to the display and picked out a pair of Tasmoyya, thigh high boot lace up with a zipper in the back so sexy. He brought them back to me and knelt down to help me put them on.
As he slid the boot up my leg, he noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties, and I was clearly wet.
"Oh my...I think these boots are making me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."
His heart raced as he finished lacing on the boot. He looked up at me and saw me staring at him with a clear invitation in my eyes. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.
His hands began to wander, first to my breasts, that he caressed and then pinched my nipples through my shirt. He moved lower and he slipped his fingers inside and found my clitoris, already swollen and sensitive.
I gasped as he began to rub in slow circles, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I moved my cast and good leg in my wheelchair, I was spread wide open.
"I want you inside me," I said, my voice full of desire.
He didn't hesitate, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, already rock hard. He positioned himself and pushed inside, filling me completely. We began to move together, our bodies in sync. He thrust in and out of me, I moaned and begged for more, my nails digging into his back and we came loudly.
The day continued with more stores and more stares.
The next day, the soft morning light filtered through the kitchen windows, sending a warm glow over the room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I sat in my wheelchair, getting used to my broken arm and ankle. My left arm was in a full arm cast, while my right ankle was in a short leg cast.
Ava entered the kitchen on her crutches, her movements steady and confident now on her full leg walking cast. She leaned more heavily on the rubber heel with each step, clearly growing more accustomed to its presence. Her eyes met mine, and she offered a warm smile as she made her way to the counter, leaned down and kissed me.
"Good morning," she said softly, her cast making a soft thud with each step on the polished floor.
"Good morning, Ava, how did you sleep?"
"Better than I expected," she admitted, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She took a seat at the table across from me, she grabbed her long cast and placed it on a spare chair, her eyes searching mine. "There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."
I nodded, encouraging her to continue. "I'm here and not running anywhere soon, you can tell me anything."
She looked at my casts, took a deep breath, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her mug. "This whole experience, being here with you, has made me think a lot about my life and my marriage."
I listened intently, my heart pounding with anticipation. "What do you mean?"
Ava looked down at her cast, her expression contemplative. "Mark and I... we've had our ups and downs before we decided to get married. He's a good man, but sometimes I feel like something's missing. Being here with you, I've started to realise what that might be."
I reached out placing my casted hand gently over hers. "Go on."
She looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, her fingers rubbing my cast. "I think I have feelings for you, Lily. Real, deep feelings. This whole experience, the casts, the intimacy... it awakened something in me."
My heart skipped a beat. " I... I ...
A Unique Proposal
Chapter 9 to come
K
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