1. The Neighbor from Apartment 10


    Date: 10/5/2018, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Straight Sex, Foot or shoe fetish, Author: Heel778, Source: sexstories.com

    I looked through the peephole and saw the sweet face of the neighbor from apartment 10. I wondered what she wants from me. We had a nodding acquaintance and sometimes greeted each other with apathetic “Hi” since she moved to live next door to me nearly a month ago. I opened the door and blinked with surprise. Her arms were encased in plaster up to the armpits. The tips of her fingers were peeping above the cotton padding, twitching slightly from time to time. She smiled nervously and started stomping on the spot like a gull. “Oh, Galia! What has happened?” “Well… I had an accident.” “I’m so sorry!” “Can you help me? With these arms of mine I’m no good for anything.” “Yes, of course. What can I do for you?” “Come in, please!” She slipped into her apartment and I followed her. “Could you close the door, please?” While I was closing the door, she kicked off her slippers and shuffled along the tiles, barefooted, her paces slow as if she was an old lady. It seemed she had a slight limp. She headed toward the kitchen, I followed her. On the kitchen table there were two slices of bread, bowl of soup and a spoon. “Nick, I feel very awkward, really. I wish I had someone else who could help me right now but… my husband is abroad, on business trip … and without him I’m like a … “Don’t worry. Just tell me what you want.” “Well… I managed to heat the soup, managed to pour it into a bowl but just can’t… Let alone that it’s difficult for me to hold the spoon only with the tips of my ...
    fingers but I just can’t bring it near enough to my mouth. Horrible situation! I haven’t tasted food for two days. “You want me to feed you?” I asked, feeling uneasy. “Oh! Yes! If you don’t mind.” She settled at the table and folded her casted arms before her breasts, then fixed her moist, expectant eyes on me. I drew a chair, sat beside her and started feeding her. My hand was trembling slightly so the spoon sometimes missed her hungry mouth but I was diligently wiping with a napkin the trickles dribbling down her chin. Several times the spoon clattered on her teeth. I even managed to spill soup on her bare thigh but she accepted it with a smile and simply nodded toward the napkins. It was an awful lot of wipe but I had a chance to acquaint myself with the gentle curves of her legs. I tried to satisfy my curiosity. “What kind of accident it was, Galia?” She sighed deeply, half-closing her eyes and said: “I have a moped, maybe you have seen it. I was driving at no more that 30 mph, when a little girl crossed the street, running after her ball. I had to turn right, toward the sidewalk. I hit a garbage can and flew over it, landing on my arms, as you may have already guessed. It’s lucky I didn’t break my neck. “But your arms…” “Broken. The left one in three places, the right one – two places.” “What a pity! When does it happen?” “Three days ago. And to top it all … my husband is abroad, ten thousand miles from here… So goes the world, shit happens.” She sneezed, turning to her side ...
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