Jamie - Sex Stories

Jamie

... hurt. Come, I live just down the block. Let me fix that up for you, it’s the least I can do." We began to walk, when I realized my nose was not the only thing damaged. Somehow I must have taken a blow to my right thigh because it had stiffened up. With her help I limped along. She lived on the second floor of above a coffee shop. After slowly climbing the stairs we reached her door. She unlocked the door, turned on a light then helped me inside. The room we entered was a living room with a long comfortable looking sofa. She helped me over to it and helped me sit. As she was leaning over me, I realized that her blouse had been torn and a pair of magnificent breasts swung free. Ignoring her own state, she rushed into another room and returned with a wet washcloth. She began dabbing at my nose, washing the bl**d away. I caught her hands and looked into her eyes. "It’s broken. I need to set it straight." She nodded her understanding and watched as I closed my eyes, felt my nose, then set it back in place. The pain was harsh and I fainted. I woke to gentle fingers running through my hair and damp cloth rubbing at the dried bl**d streaking my neck and chin. I opened my eyes to see her angelic face framed by red hair glinting in the light bowed over me. My head lay in her lap, and I could see the tips of her nipples peeking out from her jacket. I felt my manhood stir and pulse. She was so beautiful. Seeing my eyes open she smiled, her full lips parting over white teeth. "You ...

... fainted," she said in her soft contralto voice. "I hope you don’t mind but I took your shirt off. It is soaking right now. There was bl**d all over it." That was when I realized that all I had on were a pair of jeans. Suddenly self-conscious and aware of the hard-on straining the fabric of my pants I tried to sit up. She was quite strong and held me in place, saying "No, don’t move, just relax. She left her hands on my chest as she looked me in the eye, then deliberately glanced down toward my bulging crotch. Looking back at me she smiled, her deft tongue licking her lips. "You’ve had a rough shock to your system. Just lay there and relax. I still want to have a look at your right leg. I don’t think it is broken but I should be able to relieve any swelling and numb the bruise. With that, she picked my head up, scooted out from under me and laid my head onto the sofa. She knelt down on the carpet by my waist and began to unbutton my fly. I moved a hand to stop her, but she calmly slapped my hand away and said, "Stop that Jonathan, there is no way I can examine your injuries without getting rid of these jeans. So lay back and relax. I know what I am doing." Without allowing for a reply, her slim fingers had loosened my pants and began to tug then off. With a sigh I lifted my hips to help her. I wore bikini briefs beneath and the shape of my hard dick stretched the fabric to it’s limit, lifting it up and off of my belly. I groaned and mumbled, "I don’t even know your name and your ...