Erika's War
Copyright© 2008 by Heel
Chapter 2: Blast
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 2: Blast - Erika inherited a house... and something more.
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Horror BDSM Sadistic Doctor/Nurse Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
An hour later, Erika was already working at her desk. She gradually became aware that something was wrong with her ankle. The strap of her high heel was digging into her flesh. She touched the swelling, winced, then bent down to loosen the strap. In the following hours her ankle ballooned and the pain intensified. From time to time, Erika was standing up, walking to the shelves to put the books back in their places. The task was becoming more and more arduous, and her limping was getting worse. Around noon, she was barely able to put weight on her left foot. Her injured ankle puffed up so much that her black stocking stretched, looking paler at the ankle area. Erika loosened the strap some more and continued limping boldly, trying not to pay attention to the pain.
"Let me see!"
A young man was standing next to her, looking at her feet.
"My name is Ardis. I think I can help you," the man added.
"You!" Erika exclaimed.
"I am a paramedic."
She sat on a plastic chair, feeling embarrassed by the proposal.
"I have to remove the stocking," Ardis said, unbuckled the strap and took off the shoe.
Erika unclasped the suspender, rolled her stocking down to her knee. Ardis took over from there, gently removing the stocking. The swelling looked ugly. A crescent—shaped black blue mark had appeared around her delicate ankle. She winced as his cold fingers touched her naked skin.
"It looks like a sprain," Ardis said.
"Am I going to live?" Erika asked cheerily.
"Yes," he said and smiled. "But I need to bandage it."
A minute later, Erika's colleague brought a roller bandage. Ardis deftly wrapped her injured ankle. His gentle touches felt like caress. The tightness of the bandage reduced the pain. Feeling relaxed, Erika slumped into the chair.
"I have to go, nice toes," Ardis said, stood up, and left hurriedly.
"Thank you very much," Erika cried out after him, then looked down at her toes thoughtfully.
Erika parked her battered Honda at the curb and got clumsily out. Her ankle was still protesting at every step. The street door was unlocked. She wondered if she had forgotten to lock it. She couldn't remember.
After leaving her purse in the house and changing her clothes, Erica decided to introduce herself to the neighbours. They turned out to be quite amiable. Mrs. Haas was a widow. She was in her seventies and was living alone. As Erika was walking with a limp the old woman showed curiosity.