A twisted ankle

[sirhugs]

while cross country skiing.

A few variations:

~ two virginal romantics- she is impressed by his courage carrying her to the chalet, decides to reward him
~ an incestuous non-virgin twosome (or one virgin, one not?)
~ a strong handsome stranger helps hubby carry her to the chalet. She offers a reward...

 

[shesnotcheating]

while cross country skiing.

~ a strong handsome stranger helps hubby carry her to the chalet. She offers a reward...

Of course, her offer is totally innocent, she is simply expressing her gratitude when she says, "Oh, thank you, Michael. What can I do to repay you?"

"It was my pleasure to help. Your gratitude is enough," he replies.

(Gotta go. To be continued)

 

[Carnevil9]

The "twisted ankle" is of course just one example of a broader concept: the "in your dept" plot device. Many other examples could be used equivalently. But the twisted ankle is as good as any of them.

I would have it as a husband and wife (possibly newlyweds) are out skiing, and the husband is the one who twists his ankle. The wife doesn't know WHAT to do! She can't carry him, and they are way beyond cell phone range.

Then, a mysterious stranger shows up. He offers to help. He carries the husband back to civilization, with wifey-poo sliding along behind him. They get back to the lodge, the doctor binds the ankle and gives hubby a sedative to put him in a deep sleep to recover.

That's when Handsome Stranger starts in on Devoted Wifey. He wants her. She is torn; she wants to be true to her husband, but she is also very, very grateful to Handsome Stranger for rescuing them. Maybe she lets her gratitude be her excuse to indulge in the cheating that she secretly yearns for.......

 

[shesnotcheating]

Of course, her offer is totally innocent, she is simply expressing her gratitude when she says, "Oh, thank you, Michael. What can I do to repay you?"

"It was my pleasure to help. Your gratitude is enough," he replies.

(Gotta go. To be continued)

It seems to me there's an off-note to his reply, but if so, my wife doesn't catch it. She insists, "No, really, what can we do for you?"

Michael glances outside the cabin. Hurrying to try to beat the oncoming storm was the cause of Maria's tumble. Now, the storm has arrived with it's full fury and he asks, "Well, if it isn't too much to ask, might I stay until this thing calms down a bit?"

It's not only a reasonable request, it's the prudent thing to do, and so he stays and has dinner with us. We have wine with dinner, then Irish coffee after. Actually, it's doubles for Maria and Michael, while I'm passing on the Irish, but they don't know that.

I'm not sure why I feel the need to stay sober, nor why I wish to conceal that from them, but I do. I'm keyed up, nervous, but excited, too. Entering the living room from the eat-in kitchen, I take the recliner, forcing them to share the couch. I turn of the TV and feign interest in the ball game, while actually watching them from the corner of my eye.

Maria's gotten to the giggly stage, and Michael's gentlemanly mask has slipped some. He's telling ribald stories, and Maria's seems both scandalized and fascinated. Some unknown desire makes me decide to "fall asleep", and his stories turn racier still. One particularly outrageous tale seems too much for her and Maria notices me "sleeping" and comments, "Oh, Jim's fallen asleep. The storm's still too much for you to leave. I'll go get some linen's and you can stay here on the couch."

When Maria leaves the room, Michael takes a quick look at me, then quickly drops his pants and pulls a small lap blanket over himself. He squirms under the blanket and I'm sure he's shed his boxers. too. Still, I do nothing, closing my eyes fully when Maria returns with the linens and asks, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Well, there is one thing but, oh, nevermind, I couldn't ask that."

"No, Michael, I still owe you a big favor. Tell me what you need," my naive wife insists.

I then hear her gasp, as he pulls the blanket away and boldly declares, "Your lips on this."

I crack my eyelids and see a monstrous erection jutting from between his legs. She's always been faithful and has never sucked any cock, including my own. Still, she does not immediately object, and I'm shocked to realize I hope to see her fall to her knees and give her first blowjob.

 

[NASCARaddicted]

what about this one:

a young innocent girl decides to change herself. So for the first time, she wears high heels. And for the first time, she wears a miniskirt. Maybe she is even so kinky, that she refuses to wear panties under the miniskirt, since it is a warm summer.
She walks through a park, where many young guys are hanging around. At one point, she stumbles and twists her ankle. Now she sits on her floor in pain, when a young guy comes by. He sees that she is in pain and offers to help her. He starts to massage her ankle. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse up her skirt and sees that she is pantyless ...

 

[Lost_Yonder]

Two middle-aged MILFS - best friends and neighbors for years - decide on a week at a beautiful mountain resort to enjoy the hot spring spa, etc. They are both very athletic - working out in their home gyms and jogging every morning. One day they decide to try out cross-country skiing, rent the equipment and get the map for the novice track. The clouds roll in making it harder to see and soon they find themselves on an advanced track. As they try to slide down a slope, Katie trips over a stump, twisting her ankle.

Anna doesn't know what to do - leave Katie and ski back for help or stay with her and keep each other warm till someone comes? Fortunately, her decision is made for her when they hear some slishing noise and realize someone is skiing near them. They yell out and there is Steve - one of the resort employees who recognized that they had not returned yet from their ski adventure.

Though with much difficulty, Steve is able to carry Katie back to their cabin. He starts a fire for them and as Anna gets an ice pack for Katie's ankle, Steve helps her slip off her warm over-pants...