Chapter 4: On the Way Home
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, BDSM, White Couple, Doctor/Nurse, Foot Fetish, Leg Fetish,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: On the Way Home - A woman in need is a woman indeed.
The ambulance stopped in front of the apartment building where Jill lived. I helped her get out and handed her the crutches. She tucked them under her armpits and headed slowly toward the entrance without saying a word. The cast seemed much more out of place here than in the hospital. The people walking along the sidewalk were staring at her as if they had seen a ship in the desert. Feeling their unhealthy interest, she tried to move faster. I stepped up behind her, fearing that she may trip. As she reached the entrance, she stopped and looked back over her shoulder.
"Are you coming with me?" she asked.
There was something that puzzled me. She looked confused and slightly scared, which wasn't typical of her. Her eyes were boring into mine, as if she was trying to read my thoughts.
"Of course, if you don't mind my company... my dear Miss."
"You are so kind to me... sir," she said and playfully stuck out her tongue at me.
"Oh my God! What have they done to you, my poor child?" an old woman cried out, startling us.
I quickly recognized her as Susan, one of Jill's neighbors. She was staring at the cast with undisguised curiosity, her eyes twinkling merrily.
"I broke my leg," Jill answered dryly.
"I warned you that you would eventually hurt yourself riding that little moped of yours," Susan said.
"It has nothing to do with my scooter," Jill explained and hopped toward the entrance.
"You have a new boyfriend I see," Susan said and squinted at me through her thick glasses.
"No, I'm one of the older ones," I said amiably.
Jill looked accusingly at me and pulled a face. Susan nodded, smiled knowingly, then continued on her way.
"I don't think I can climb these steps," Jill said flatly.
There were two concrete steps in front of the entrance. I realized that if she tried to climb the steps, she would probably trip. Her immobilized hip joint made her dangerously clumsy. Actually, she was able to move her casted leg only by moving her upper body.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to help me or not?" she said with irritation.
"Sorry, I was contemplating some mechanical problem."
She leaned the crutches on the wall and I wrapped my hands around her back. We stepped up onto the steps in an awkward dance. The feeling of her body pressed against mine awakened sweet memories. Then, her face contorted as her casted leg bumped against my shin.