1. Driving Mrs. Tandy


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

    able to walk, but I am not heavy, even with the cast…” “Abby, you’ll have to talk to the nurse about that.” “Pleeeaaase, I will pay you as much as you want.” “No, Abby,” John said, then got up and went to the window. She remained silent for a moment, nervously running her hand through her hair. Then, she started to cry pitifully. “Abby, please don’t do that.” John knelt beside her and squeezed her hand gently. Her teary eyes fixed innocently on him. He inhaled the smell of her skin, sweet and pleasant, intoxicating. “I hate to admit it, but you are right,” she said and squeezed his hand back. John Stefanovitch felt lightheaded with relief. Chapter 3 Her hand felt soft and warm in his. She had found some comfort, and was reluctant to let him go. John could sense her pain and tension, her misery. He was kneeling before her, as if in prayer, desperately wanting to make her feel better. But there was nothing he could do for her. “You were so kind to me,” she said and smoothly withdrew her hand. For a moment, he felt useless and empty. Then, he realized how important she was to him. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. Reflexively, her face assumed a startled expression which was quickly replaced by a quizzical look. “I didn’t want to offend you,” he said, drowning in her green eyes. “I still flinch when someone touches me unexpectedly. Immobility makes me feel vulnerable.” “I will never do that again. I sympathize with your predicament.” “Yes, I am to be pitied. The poor ...
    woman, whose body was crushed, who can do nothing but complain, and can’t even pee without help,” she said angrily. “Abby,” John whispered and watched her anger crumbling, dissolving into sadness. “I want to be left alone.” He started wringing his hands, and then said: “Abby, I want to kiss you.” “I don’t think it’s funny to…” she stopped, then her lips parted to complete the sentence. Unable to curb his feelings, he kissed her passionately. Her eyes bulged and her good hand shot up to stop him. For a second, he thought that she was about to hit him. Her lips were stiff and unyielding, her face flushed. Then, slowly and unexpectedly, she responded to his kiss. Their tongues met with a pleasant tickle. He cupped her cheeks, taking care not to touch the device that supported her head. “Are you crazy?” she asked softly. He caressed her forehead and smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, but I can control my craziness,” he said and smiled. “It feels a bit strange to be treated this way. Since I lost my attractiveness…” He placed his forefinger on her mouth, muffling her words. “You are beautiful.” “Really, how could you know that?” “To be honest, your plaster shell doesn’t hide much, you know.” “Hey, you almost made me feel like a princess,” she said sarcastically. His hand moved down and rested on her bare shoulder. Caressing her soft skin, he stared at the cast encasing her torso. The plaster cast was moulded nicely around her rounded breasts, emphasizing their shape. It ...
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