Helpless

While playing in an extra-curricular volleyball league, I came down awkwardly after a block and twisted my ankle badly. It hurt enough that I skipped the post-game beers and got someone to drive me to my apartment. When I woke in the morning, my ankle was totally swollen and immobile. I managed to get dressed for my office job and took a cab to a hospital emergency ward. The doctor examined and X-rayed the ankle, and told me I had sustained a very severe sprain. I was told that such sprains sometimes took longer to heal than a break and that I’d need to take it easy for a few weeks. They issued me crutches and I cabbed it into the office.

 I was really having a hard time at the office. I found the crutches extremely difficult to get around on and the injury hurt a lot, despite the painkillers I’d been issued at the hospital. At the end of the day, a woman in my department named Leslie asked how I was getting home. When I told her I’d cab it, she said she’d drive me as it wasn’t much out of her way. We left the office and I waited for her on West Georgia Street while she went to get her car from the underground parking lot. On the way to my place, she said she needed to stop at a  liquor store to get some wine.

While she was in the store, I reflected on the situation while waiting in the car. On the one hand, my ankle was really sore. On the other, my cock wasn’t, and I’d missed out on my regular bedtime jack-off session the night before. I knew there was a liquor store a block or so from Leslie’s place, so why had she made a point of stopping at one before we got to my apartment? 

I thought that if this was some kind of set-up, worse fates could have befallen me. Leslie was about 12 years older than me, had a slightly thickening body, and wore a bit too much makeup, but she was a reasonably attractive woman. She had a great sense of humour and often regaled office mates with sexual recollections and innuendos.

She returned to the car and asked me to hold the bottle of wine, which happened to be a favourite of mine. She drove to my apartment building and I guided her to the guest parking. As she helped me out of the car and supported me with an arm around my waist, she brushed my ass with her hand and her medium-sized titties were pressed into me.

We made it to the elevator and gingerly made our way to my bachelor apartment. As I opened the door, I caught sight of the heavily stained, crusty panties that served as my cum-wipe beside my bed (hey, I wasn’t expecting company!). I think Leslie saw them too, as she altered course from the bed to my couch. She took the wine into my kitchen, found a corkscrew, and grabbed a couple of glasses from the drying rack. She brought them to the couch table, and asked if she could use my bathroom. As she walked there, she looked blatantly over her shoulder at my cum-wipe, and then at me, and said, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I figured Leslie had plans for me as she was taking a long time in the bathroom and managed to get my shoes, suit slacks, and underwear off. My trusty cock was pointing to the heavens, and actually throbbing in anticipation of what was hopefully to come. I heard the bathroom door open and Leslie stepped naked into the room.

Her breasts were somewhat saggy, but still retained a shapely curve and her nipples were nothing less than magnificent, long, erect, and sweetly pink. There was a small roll of fat on her belly, and her ass cheeks were good-sized. Her cunt-bush was neatly trimmed and I could make out a puffy labial slit beneath her still-substantial pubes. “Great minds think alike, eh, ___,” she husked as she made her way to the couch.

Leslie carefully sat beside me and pulled my head to hers, our eager tongues sloppily probing each other’s mouth. After a minute or so, she took my thick cock in her hand, barely able to encircle it in her fist, and started an exquisitely slow and gentle stroke. I was soon dripping pre-cum and Leslie lubed my erection with it. I was about to ask her to stop before I blew a premature load, when Leslie pushed me back on the couch. She kissed her way down my belly and then took me deeply in her mouth. As I felt my load starting to boil over in my perineum and balls, Leslie popped me out of her mouth and finished me off with her hand.

The slickness of my pre-cum- and saliva-coated cock made her hand glide easily over my screaming-for-release member. Multiple spurts of thick, warm jizz splattered on her tits as I groaned in pleasure and gloried in my orgasmic contractions. Leslie milked me dry and said, “I need you to eat me out! And since you’re in no shape to kneel for me…,” she threw a thigh over me and sat right on my face.

I enthusiastically lapped her cunt, spreading her beautiful pussy lips and flicking her hard, pea-like clit. She was soon aggressively humping my mouth as my hands alternated between tweaking her nipples and pulling her snatch harder against my tongue. I was really getting into grooving on her hot, horny muskiness when Leslie came with a scream, rubbing hard against my tireless tongue.

She dismounted and we sat shakily beside each other. Leslie poured a couple of glasses of wine and told me she’d never been eaten like that in her life and actually thanked me. As we sipped the wine, I felt power returning to my cock and started to play with myself with long, firm strokes until I was rock-hard once again. I lay back on the couch again and Leslie adroitly got over me and slid her hot, tight vagina over my meat, enveloping me with each thrust. I worked my right thumb to where she could rub her clit against it and she soon came again. Uncomfortable position be damned, I needed to get the rest of my cum out. I powered frantically in and out of Leslie’s cunt and pulled her tight against me as I shot another pulsating load, as much for her as for me.

We recovered for a moment and Leslie got up and grabbed my cum-wipe from beside my bed. She wiped up the cream-pie and went back into the bathroom to get dressed and go home.