1. Driving Mrs. Tandy


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Foot or shoe fetish, Author: Heel778, Rating: 81.5, Source: sexstories.com

    simple gesture struck him as extremely feminine. “My name is John,” he said, staring at her bare left shoulder. “Do you mind staying with me for a while? It's nice to have someone to talk to.” He noticed that her right arm was casted at a 90 degree angle to her body, with her elbow bent at the same angle. “Great. I’m bored too. Your car is not very talkative.” Her mirrored eyes fixed on him, and a muffled giggle escaped her lips. “Your last name is Slavic,” she said. “Yes, my grandfather came from Serbia in 1944.” She remained silent for a moment, and then asked,” Do you think I could fit into the car?” John raised his eyebrows with surprise,” I don’t know.” “You have to take my measurements later.” “Are you sure…” “I can’t be sure of anything since the accident,” she said with a faltering voice, then burst into tears. John got up on his feet, “I am so sorry.” “It was horrible, John. He nearly got me killed.” “He?” “My husband.” She suddenly broke into hysterical laughter that stopped abruptly when the pain shot through her back. She moaned, her head sagging a little. “I will call the nurse.” “I’m fine, just bring me some water!” The memories of the accident began to flood her mind. Her drunk husband, driving at high speed with a sheepish smile on his face; his free hand slipping under her skirt, squeezing, rubbing, making her feel like a whore; the fear on his face when he lost control of the car; the rain of broken glass; the enormity of the impact that crushed her body. ...
    “Mrs. Tandy, are you ok?” John said and guided the straw to her lips. “I am much better now.” He was crouching beside her bed, watching her sip at her water. His eyes lingered guiltily on the plaster mounds encasing her breasts and the padded edge of the cast under her armpit. “Thank you,” she said, and looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her perfume was wafting towards him, gently tickling his nose. He stood up reluctantly and got back to his chair. The plaster covering her torso held her back in slightly arched position, making her body look tense. He could not help noticing that her left leg was strapped to the frame of the bed and drawn to one side. It was bent at the knee, her casted foot pointing at the ceiling. Her hip and thigh were tight and well-shaped, and looked oddly bare compared to her casted body. On the other hand, her right leg resembled a massive plaster column, adorned only with her tiny foot that was sticking out of the cast. “Are you in much pain…Abby,” John asked. Her mirrored eyes found his and her lips twitched into a wry smile. “Some things hurt more than the pain itself, John.” Chapter 2 John Stefanovitch was helping Norma with the shopping, which, for the most part consisted in carrying the bags. There were some things that were bugging him, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. Finally, he gave in to the urge. “Norma, Mrs. Tandy has been in some kind of accident, hasn’t she?” A wide smile split Norma’s face, and her head tilted to one side. ...
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