Sprained Ankle
(Published on Wednesday, October 9, 2002)
This story was submitted by AshDutschke@aol.com.

Standing waiting to carry out a tray of lobster, I hear my boss yell, "Ash, run down and get me some shrimp. I'm almost out!"

"Sure," I say and go to the cellar of the restaurant and find the frozen box he was looking for. Starting up the stairs, I see a rat running toward me. I scream and fall, dropping the box on the way. Still concious, but very dizzy, I open my eyes and see this guy, someone that I had known for a while that has worked here. He picks me up and carries me to the top floor and sits me in a chair inside the Chef's kitchen. All of a sudden everyone is crowding around me to see if I'm ok, and asking what's happend.

I tell them, "I think I'll be fine, thanks."

I start to get up, but as soon as I do, I hear a crack and a sharp pain running up through my foot to my ankle and plop back into the chair. Brad (the  guy who carried me up the steps) asks me, "Whats wrong? Are you ok?"

I felt the pain again and closed my eyes tightly. "My foot," I say. "I can't move it. It hurts so bad."

"Ohh, well, here, why don't I run over there and talk to the manager, and then I'll take you home? And get you some asprin."

"Thanks," I say. "I think I can drive myself."

"Since you hurt your right foot and that's the one you obviously drive with and you hitting your head so many times, I would feel so guilty if I didn't take you home and see that you were okay. Please?"

I thought that was a really sweet gesture, and I didn't really feel the best, so I accepted the offer and saw him walk off to talk to my boss. A few minutes later he comes back, with an ice pack, a glass of water and a hand full of asprin. "He said it was fine, but for you to get plenty of rest and call when your ankle is feeling better."

I said, "Thats good," and I picked myself up out of the chair and made an attempt to walk on my own, which didn't work and I fell into Brad's arms.

"Easy now, you don't want two bad feet do ya?"

"Hell no! And thank you," I responded.

He gently picked me up and carried me to his car.  On the drive home I tried once to take my shoe off, but it hurt so badly I thought I'd just wait until I was finally home. But I also noticed that he kept looking at my shoe clad foot that was now sitting on my lap covered in an ice pack and a towel. I asked him, "Is something wrong?"

"NO NO, nothing, we're almost to your place."

So I didn't say anymore about it. Once in my drive way, I pulled open the car door, hoping to try and at least get out myself. I thought, "Well, since most of the pain is in my ankle and arch, I'll just walk on my toes. That shoudn't be hard."  But
the second I put any weight on my right foot, my knees buckled and started to fall. Once again, Brad caught me.

"Aren't you ever going to listen? He, he, he, babe you've got to be careful. I'll be more than happy to carry you in and wrap your foot for you."

"Thanks, really, but I've been a real burden to you."

Before I can finish my thought, he cuts in and says, "No more said. I want to do it. As a matter of fact, I insist. So no more arguments!"

With that Brad picks me up once again and carries me into my apartment and sits me on the sofa. "Where is your ace bandage?"

I told him where it was and he went to get it. Once back, he sits on the opposite side of the sofa and picks up my sore foot and places it on his knee. "Are you ready?" He asks softly.

I just knod my head and lay back. I feel him untieing my shoe, and widening it so he can slip my foot out with ease. All of the sudden I feel him pick up the calf of my leg and take hold of the heel of my shoe. He was getting a little rough when starting to pull, so I tell him, "Please be careful."

"No prob, I'm sorry," and begins to take my shoe off.

Letting it drop off my toes made me twinge. His hand is still on my calf as he starts to gently pull off my sock, until my heel and part of my arch is revealed. I see his buldge grow, I was thinking, "WOW, this man is really turned on by my feet... hmm... I wonder what I can get him to do?"

Finally after some time tugging on my sock, it's off. The cool air feels so good on my sweaty soles. "Hmmmm that feels better," I say as I wiggle my toes a little to see what sort of a reaction I get from him. It was the kind I was looking for even though I was very disapointed by the way my foot looked because it was bruised pretty badly from the fall I had.

Brad says, "Oh my, you really tore your foot up didn't you? Does it hurt?"

While he says this, he rubs my toes as I curl them around his finger.  I see his pants grow. "It hurts so bad." I tell him, which was no lie. "Brad, will you massage it a little before you put the bandage on it? Please?"

Without saying a word, (he had no need to say anything, his erection gave me the answer I needed), he just picked up my foot and began to massage my toes. Running his fingers between each one of them, cupping my heel in his warm hands, he slowly begins to knead my sore arch with his thumbs. I was beginning to get hot from the way he was doing it. I think he noticed it because he started kissing my foot. I didn't think very much of it and began to doze off.

I rapidly awoke when I felt him grab my ankle in a very sore spot. "Omg, AHH!"  I wimper as he slowly kisses and sucks each of my toes, apologizing for what he has done. My ankle was now throbbing. I told him I really liked what he did, and he confesses his foot fetish. I confessed mine as well. I then asked him, "Can you do that to my other foot? This one hurts so bad."

"I know, I'm sorry, no prob."

With that he picked up my foot and gave my toes one last grateful kiss and began to wrap the bandage around it. Once he was finished, Brad gently sat it on he floor beside me. He picked up my other foot and ripped off my other shoe and sock and began sucking on my toes. Sticking all 5 of my soft toes into his warm mouth, swirling them around. Getting the full flavor of my feet as he leans in for a kiss. I could taste my toes on his tongue. They tasted good, very good. I told him to give me a foot and as I undressed his, he licked and chewed my soft soles. Nibbling my arch and licking between my toes, I was in heaven. I pulled down my pants and my panties and stuck his foot inside my pussy, as I licked his other sole and sucked his toes until I was falling asleep, but I hadn't cum yet.

He worked so well on my toes, I was getting even hotter. My pussy was dripping wet. He worked his soft toes around my clit and outside my pussy lips, and I ate his foot. With a shudder, I could feel the orgasm coming. It was there, but I needed something more. I wanted his cock, but I knew I couldn't cheat on Brandon. We kept up this little foot game for another 2-3 min and we then both came together. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. It was great. I loved it. We cleaned up and he helped me put my pants back on.

"Ash, thank you for a wonderful evening. Lets get together soon. I'll call you."

"Really, thanks, I had so much fun. You better call." With a kiss he was gone.
There is more to this story, but I'll have to post it in another story. Love the comments.