Old Flame

Here is a story i shared some time ago on the bandage board, enjoy. 

Old Flame

“Beep beep”, my phone gets a msg.

 I pick it up and to my surprise its an old spark from my home town.

I have known this girl for sometime, we had a fling for a few years and I must say they were very memorable. She knew all about my sprain fetish and even used it against me sometimes to get her way.

“I heard you’re in town?”

 I think to my self, how does she know I’m in town. Then it clicks, face book strikes again.

I reply swiftly with, “I’m great and yes in town want to catch up?”

Now I haven’t from her for sometime, we used to keep in touch but lately I have been busy working and haven’t had a spare moment. It has been years since we have seen each other.  I wasn’t sure what she would reply with.

“Definitely want to catch up, only one thing I have a boyfriend now”.

I stop for a moment and think well it was bound to happen eventually, oh well maybe no fling this time.

“ok, well maybe just a quiet coffee at our old spot then, how’s tomorrow sound?”

Renee replies, “sounds Great ill be there”.

So I continue on my day of adventures and once again hear my phone beep again thinking for a moment that she had changed her mind. I get it out of my pocket to read the msg, which had me going crazy instantly, it read, “p.s. I rolled my right ankle yesterday!!”

I almost couldn’t believe my luck, how bad was it? Was it swollen? Was she wearing a bandage or using crutches?? So many things ran through my mind.

I know her right ankle was very weak at the best of times, many years of sport, a severe sprain when she was 17 playing netball then multiple sprains since then.

I sat still for a moment daydreaming, what could come of this?? Imagining her crutching into the coffee shop sitting down and resting her bandaged sprained ankle on my lap for me to caress with my fingers.

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Sitting at the coffee shop waiting eagerly, thinking what could be of this little catch up visit, what am I saying she has bf and I must respect that.

I think I can see her, walking cant see any crutches!!! Umm looks like she is wearing sneakers, no bandage either. Kinder feeling a little disappointed she approaches and I snap out of my daydream.

She walks up and we meet half way and give each other a hug.  “You look great I say”, “and your definitely looking quite handsome yourself”, she replies.

“Lets get a coffee”.

We order and take a seat. Chatting to each other, about our jobs and what’s been going on, I look down and notice she has her legs crossed with her right foot off the ground.

She catches me glaring at her right ankle thinking about how weak it is, and puts her hand on my leg, “ its driving you crazy isn’t it?”

I stumble my words a little and reply, “no just thinking anyways you have a boyfriend I don’t want to wreck things between you two!”

“Oh don’t worry about him its not really working anyways.”

She looks at me and says, “it’s a little tender, I rolled it yesterday at work, only very minor. I haven’t sprained my ankle this year so far”.

Considering it was nearing the end of November I was surprised, she normally had a sprain or two under her belt every year.

We finish our coffee, “well I should probably get going got things to do and you probably have to get to work.”

Renee says, “no I have a week off, i needed a break from work.”

 I look surprised and my imagination starts to run wild again, maybe I should ask if she wants to get some dinner tonight.

Before I had a chance to even ask she says, “are you busy tonight?”

“Well actually no.”

“Great then it’s a date you can take me out to dinner.”

“Ok, shall I pick you up?”

She looks over at me and says, “I think you better I might not be able to drive, wink wink!”

Now my imagination was running wild, “ok then cya tonight.”

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I thought I might as well head over a little early, I get to her place and ring the bell, she answers the door wearing nothing but a bikini.

My jaw dropped to the ground, her tight fit body, perfect curves, she looks at me and says, “well are you gunna come in or just wait there?”

“No ill come in thanks.”

I’m sitting in the lounge watching the tv while she is getting ready. She has a nice apartment very modern nice open plan living lots of room and this couch wow so comfy. Could think of a few things to do right here, there I go day dreaming again.

She steps out of the room wearing some very sexy jeans and a nice top, in her right hand she is carry a very very sexy pair of black lacy pumps with a 4” heel. “Wow you look fantastic renee”, “thanks these are my sexy jeans.”

She sits on the couch next too me and starts to put her heels on beginning with her left one it slides elegantly onto her slim but perfect foot. Nice high arches, defined ankles and soft soles.

She picks up the right one and starts to put it on, as she is manoeuvring her foot into the shoe she lets a little moan out, ahh. I look at her and she smiles back, “my ankle is very weak.”

As much as I want to touch I try to resist, she slips her heel on and grabs my hand and puts it down to her right ankle. “I think you should help me sprain my ankle!”

I’m totally blown away after so many years and she wants to do this still, I can’t believe it. I stand up in front of her she puts my hand on the top of her right knee, and she rolls her ankle outwards slightly.

SNAP, her ankle rolls out sharply she grabs onto my arm clinching tightly as her eyes roll back, she can feel her self getting very wet, she knows how much this drives me crazy and it drives her crazy doing it.

I ask if she is ok, her ankle now positioned flat on the floor in her 4” lacy pump. “Yes for now I’m good, I think its just a minor sprain for now anyways who knows what will happen wearing 4” heels.”

I help her up and she gingerly takes a step her ankle very weak rolling in and out slightly as she walks, “ok lets go out to dinner.”

I walk her out to my car and assist her to get in and off we go, hopefully this night will turn out to be very memorable.

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Dinner was great, fantastic food great company.  As we wait for dessert I feel something brush against my leg, at first I jump then I realise Renee is putting her right ankle up on my lap. My hand moves down slowly to her ankle I caress her ankle with my fingers from her toes up her foot and around the outside of her ankle, not feeling swollen just yet.

Dessert arrives, and we are sharing a plate. She leans in and puts her hand on mine, and whispers to me, “DO IT”. I stop for a second, “do WHAT?”

“Squeeze my sprained ankle!”

With out hesitation, my hand grasps her right ankle starting to squeeze, she nods at me as to approve and says, “harder.”

With all the strength in my hand, I squeeze her sprained ankle she grabs for the side of the table, trying to hold in her moans of pain. I release her ankle she takes a gasp of air, and leans forward in pain. “Ahhh, my ankle its really throbbing now I’m not sure if I can walk out of here in these heels.”

I run my hand along her ankle now feeling a little swollen.

Dessert is done I suggest we make tracks for her apartment.

I help her up, she leans on me heavily, I bend my left arm and tell her to hold onto my arm and use me as support. She steps slowly trying to hold her sprained ankle steady, in 4” heels its not easy any moment she could be on the floor.

I pull up outside her place, and help her out of the car. She is struggling to apply pressure to her ankle in those heels, I support her into the house.  She stops at the door, and tells me to sit down on the couch.

She walks slowly towards me, pacing so slowly, her sprained ankle now quite swollen I don’t know how she managed to walk but she did, all the way to me.

Before I knew it she was all over me on the couch, running my hands down her legs my hand reaching her ankle and gently squeezing it as she orgasms, mixing pain and pleasure to make her orgasm like never before.

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I’m awake first in the morning, cooking us breakfast when Renee comes hoping out of the room, “Morning.”

“How are you this morning renee”

 “I’m great never better.”

“How is your ankle?”

“She says I haven’t tried to walk yet but it’s throbbing and fairly swollen.”

 I look down to her ankle and I have seen it more swollen, but never the less defiantly swollen.

She hops to the table and sits down.

“What are you plans for today renee?”

“Not much just relax around the house and you.”

 I reply, “well I have an idea.”

 She looks at me, I not sure whether to suggest it or not. So we finish breakfast and I invite her to the couch as I go to her room, and fetch her sneakers and socks.

I walk out to the lounge and give them to her.

She looks up at me, “ I take it you want me to put these on?”  

“ Yes and we can see what happens from there”.

She puts her sneakers on, her right shoe is quite tight around her swollen ankle. Gently massaging it with her hand. I grab her hands and stand her up, she rests her right foot down I tell her to walk a few steps, she looks at me, “ok.”

Right foot first she limps very heavily, her ankle weakening by the moment. I look at her and she can see me growing in size as she also feels herself getting wet inside.

“ I want to you stand away from the couch ad watch me”, I shuffle back a few steps.

At first I wonder what she is doing, she gets up on her couch and stands on the edge. Not sure what is going to happen next I see her lift her right foot as if to step off on her sprained ankle.

I look and say, “are you sure about this?’

She smiles at me feeling herself growing wetter by the second.

“POP” I blink and renee is on the floor grasping at her ankle. 

“Ahhhhhhh my ankle, oh god oh god, I felt the ligament snap. Ahhhhhh.”

I go to move towards her to help and she says, “NO, GET BACK.”

I look confused. She is agony no tears as she is used to the pain from sprained ankles.

She looks up to me, how insane is this driving you, I almost cant say anything, I’m about to bust out of my shorts.

“I felt my anterior ligament snap its throbbing like hell. Ill be on crutches for weeks.”

Standing there thinking about it I cant resist I try to move towards her and she tells me I cant touch. I say what, “you heard me”, she replies. “Look but no touch.” “Ohh you are so mean”, as I look closely at her ankle already beginning to get very swollen, her ankle is busting out of her sneakers her shoe looks like it is struggling to hold the swelling in.

Renee reaches down releasing her show laces, slowly removing them completely to make room to get her shoe off. All while I watch I just want to touch it, be the one to remove her shoe and sock. I’m struggling to resist at all, she puts her hand down to her shoe and starts to gently slide it off no easy task with a very swollen ankle and a torn ligament.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, is all I hear while she slips it off. “Oh god that is so swollen.”

Looking at her ankle she is right, her ankle looks like it was replaced with a large orange.  The fibres in her sock stretched to the limit about to snap under pressure. She says, “do you want to touch”,  “do I ever”. She says, “make me cum with your fingers and I will let you take my sock off.”

With out even thinking my hand is down her pants, I feel the moisture building. She tilts her head back in pleasure, her eyes roll around in her head, until an explosion covers my fingers. Her whole body twitching, total orgasmic pleasure.

 I remove my hand from her pants running it down her leg, to her right ankle, over her swollen ankle feeling the bulge I can’t resist any longer I’m about to explode in my pants.

She tells me to take my pants off, she reaches and grabs me tight in her hand stroking slowly, she knows that as soon as I remove her sock I will bust my load everywhere.

I put my finger in her sock gently pulling it down over her heel, pressing on her ankle she clinches me tighter stroking faster, “ahhhhh, please get my sock off”, with a swift second I get it past her heel and slide it off her foot seeing the true extent of the damage to her ankle, very swollen, her ankle blown up before I can say another word I feel my self explode, “oooohhhhhhahhhhhhhhhh yessss”.

 I release my load all over her sprained ankle covering it totally, she reaches down rubbing it into her foot, I’m exhausted from being teased so much.

I sit next to her, as we share a moment where everything is just perfect…

I ask, “What are you going to tell your boyfriend?” Renee replies, “ Accidents happen”.

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We  leave the ER, 3^rd degree sprain with partially torn anterior ligament. 3-4 weeks on crutches…

If only I was in town a little longer.

The end