A Lucky Detour

I escaped the city traffic by leaving early on the Friday afternoon, looking forward to enjoying a five-day long weekend away from the hustle and bustle. Being an investment broker, meant that I did brilliantly for myself, and was driving a Porsche SUV and headed to my beach house that was fully paid. I stopped briefly at home, making sure that my house sitter had enough money for pet food as she has to look after my two Jack Russel terriers and Snowy, the white cat, that just came into my house one day, and decided to stay for good.

I made sure that I packed my beach clothes, laptop computer, and enough beer to last me for two weeks, but you can't be too sure; maybe my friends will come over, so I have to have enough.

The 240 km to the beach town was an easy ride for the Porsche and everything went well until 35 km short of my destination. The traffic suddenly ground to a halt and I could see a line of cars for about 3 kilometres ahead, where i could see some red and blue lights, indicating the presence of police- and emergency vehicles. I asked one of the pedestrians coming from the opposite direction, what happened. They told me a petrol tanker capsized, losing the entire load of fuel on the road.

I heard them say that it could take up to six hours to clear all the petrol to make it safe to pass and I was immediately agitated, wanting my leisurely weekend to begin and not having to sit there the whole night.

Suddenly a cop came from the opposite direction telling everybody that If they are in a hurry, they can back up about 800 meters. There is a detour with the road running through a small village. It will be 45 km longer to reach my destination, but it sounded better than sitting in the baking sun for another six hours. I thanked him, turned the SUV around even going off -road for a while, and headed towards the alternative route. I took the turnoff and was pleasantly surprised to find a small village about eight minutes drive from the main road. As my mood lifted quite a bit, I cruised through the one tarred road amazed to find such a lovely little town. Suddenly my eye caught an old Victorian building, with the faded letters spelling Royal Hotel and a door further Public Bar and yet further Ladies' Bar.

I was quite thirsty because the beers I brought were warm and I could do with a nice cold pint.

There were only two further vehicles: two dirty Toyota trucks which I presumed belonged to farmers in the area. The foyer of the hotel was deserted, and so was the ladies' bar, but I could hear a jukebox playing next door in the bar. To no ones surprise I found two farmers sitting at one table, quite visibly drunk and only a pretty little thing behind the bar counter.

She asked politely in a husky voice what I was drinking, and I answered to give me half a litre of Hansa Pilsener-on-tap. She poured my beer in a frosty glass, and I noticed she walked with an uneven gate when she turned around to close the freezer. Choosing a table in the furthest corner from the farmers, I started to enjoy the refreshing beverage. Suddenly one of the farmers called in a booming, but slurring voice: "Milly, bring us two more and make ity quick." The bar lady blushed and wanted to say something, but decided against it pouring them two double brandies and Coke. "Will you hurry up, or should I fetch myself", he slurred.

Milly (the bar tender) came around the bar counter and I could now see why she was walking with such a laboured gait. She carried the tray in her right hand while her left hand was in the cuff of a forearm crutch with her left leg dragging behind her. I could see that the entire leg was encased in a heavy brace ending with a huge 5 or 6 inches high built-up boot. She limped towards them and when she lowered the tray on the table, some of the drink spilled inside the tray. "What are you, an idiot; isn't it enough to be crippled and clumsy?!" roared the farmer. I could see tears welling up in the corner of her eyes of embarrassment and when she turned around he gave her an almighty slap on her behind, nearly causing her to lose her balance. I was prepared to let the foul language go, but when he started to get physical, I was up in a flash, using my army training to restrain him by putting his head in a deadly clamp from which he was unable to escape. "Why you..." yelled the second farmer storming towards me to try to throw me off balance. He was way too drunk and I was way too fast for him, stepping aside and tripping the six-foot 250-pound man, so that he overshot me and ran into the wall, blood from his damaged nose dripping off the wall. I let the first farmer go just before he lost consciousness, and he sagged to the floor in a heap.

Suddenly a voice from behind the bar: "Vic and Bill, are you guys causing trouble again? You know you can't handle your alcohol." The owner of the hotel appeared next to Milly, and he came forward, chucking them physically out of the door.

"I will get you for this", Vic yelled with hate in his eyes directed at me.

"i am sorry sir, we normally have a descend establishment, but these two can't hold their alcohol down." he tried to apologise. "By the way, my name is Mark "extending a meaty paw that looked like he could hold his own in a bar fight himself.

"Daddy, this kind gentleman saved me from those two bullies", Milly blurted, while tears streamed down her cheeks.

Mark pulled two chairs up to my table, helping Milly sit down with her stiff crippled leg, and she told him what happened. Mark was furious and said he will make sure that they never set foot in his hotel again. Mark said that Milly will make me her special bar lunch to thank me. Suddenly, he face lit up and she started with her laborious walk back to the kitchen while I shared a few beers with Mark. Mark must have seen the pity in my eyes because he told me that Milly loved to play with the black children in the neighboring township when she was a toddler, and somewhere she picked up the polio virus 23 years ago, while everybody thought it was eradicated.

She was in a wheelchair till the age of 9 and by that time her left leg was growing much slower than the right. She had six months of therapy and ultimately, she could walk with bilateral leg braces with a lift on her shorter leg, while the foot also remained two sizes smaller than the other one. She progressed so well that she could walk without the right caliper using only one crutch.

Our conversation was interrupted when Milly pushed a trolley filled to the bring with steak, medium fried eggs, cocktail sausages and homemade fries as well as a fresh beer for both her dad and me. She heaved down in her chair and we tucked in without talking much. After there were only bones left on the trolley, I rose to thaqtnk them for delicious meal, telling them I wanted to get to my cottage before dark.

Suddenly we heard a truck revving outside and four rifle shots echoed through the sleepy village. Mark and I stormed outside and I was horrified to find all four tyres of the Porsche deflated with bullet holes. I was beside myself with anger and we could see the number plates of the fast-speeding truck as one of the farmers.

I had no option to phone my insurance and the Porsche dealership, ordering four new tyres by giving them the correct size. I was further shocked that everybody said as it was after working hours on a Friday, the earliest they could get replacement tyres to me, was midday Monday! So much for my weekend at the beach!

Mark and Milly were superb, offering me free accommodation for the weekend in their best suite, the honeymoon suite, as the hotel was vacant otherwise. Mark decided that they had enough excitement for one day and he locked the doors of the hotel and the two bars.

There I was sitting in the middle of nowhere, unable to move for three days, but in the company of a gorgeous, crippled butterfly. Mark suggested that he is going to turn in early, but that we should go to the lady's bar where there is a stereo, a big screen TV and comfortable lounge chairs. Furthermore, nobody will worry us there, because we will be the only two in the hotel, save for the staff.

I could see Milly was struggling to get to her feet and it seemed to me that a bit of delayed shock is running through her frail body. I offered to support her on her left side and she thankfully shifted her crutch to the right hand. She put her left arm around my waist, looking up to me for approval. I don't know why, but i bent down to give her a quick kiss full on her willing mouth.

When we limped into the lounge, I could see that she was flushed, and I swore I could see her nipples poking through her thin silk blouse. I helped her down on the three-seater upholstered bench and she dragged me down to sit beside her and snuggle into my arms. We sat like that motionless, until she asked in a girl-like voice if I wasn't planning to kiss her again. I needed no further invitation and I took her slender head between my strong hands kissing her with heightened fervour. She closed her eyes and it seemed like she was in heaven she sighed happily. I was also getting into it and cupped her breasts between my hands, softly massaging them.

I greedy moan escaped out of her mouth and she proceeded to kiss me like I had never been kissed in my life. She broke off the embrace asking me to help het to remove her bulky caliper and boot, as it was hurting her how she was sitting.

I kneeled in front of her seat unfastening the bulky boot, which I guessed must weigh at least two kilograms, because there were also some iron bars on the inside keeping her feet and toes straight and in shape. She didn't ioffer to help me and encouraged me to also loosen the numerous straps on her atrophied leg. The last strap was high on her leg, touching her panties and she moaned with pleasure when I removed the last strap and, in the process, scraped the outer side of her already wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily while staring in disbelief at her tiny, deformed polio foot. Her leg was only about two-thirds of the size of her left and her foot, no free from its iron bounds curling to the inside, letting me wonder how on earth does she manage to balance on this dainty, but beautiful foot. I noticed she had nail polish on her crippled toes and without thinking about it, I started to suck the most magnificent toes I've ever seen. She roared like a wounded tiger from pure ectacy and I could feel my engorged cock wanting to escape my trousers. "Take them off, there is nobody here" came her hoarse command while she was rubbing her pussy through her white satin panties. I could hardly contain myself, taking my pants, shoes and shirt off while still holding her crippled leg in my one hand. She said that while she can hardly control her polio leg, it was hypersensitive to any stimulation because she still has 100% feeling in the limb. She swinger her legs off the sofa, balancing on her good leg, and ordered me to lay down. I hardly had a choice in the matter and in any case, i was so in awe of this beautiful, crippled creature, that I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to.

I closed my eyes when I felt her tongue on my chest while she was kneeling on her good knee on the sofa. Her soft tongue made magic on my chest and stomach, and I felt that I wasn't far from cumming. When she took my engorged cock in her wet silky mouth, I could feel my balls starting to boil, not sure how long I still could hold out. Just as I was on the verge of a massive orgasm, she suddenly released my swollen cock and heaved herself upright next to the sofa. I started to protest that I need to cum, but instead she said that it is not dignified to fuck on an uncomfortable lounge sofa, we must rather go to my room. It wasn't called the honeymoon suite for nothing, she laughed. I got up on shaky legs supporting her crippled side with her polio leg dangling a good 6 inches from the floor. I wanted to carry her, but she said we must walk with me supporting her. We shuffled slowly to the room, stopping every 5 yards for another passionate kiss.

When we eventually limped into the room, I found an ice bucket with a cold bottle of Champaigne waiting for us. She confided that she asked the staff to place it there along with a set of clean underwear for her and her spare crutch! The little vixen, she was playing me all the time, but I was all too happy to be played by the fabulous, crippled girl. Ass we entered the room, she let go of my arm, and hopped onto the bed asking me to fill our glasses with Champagne. She lay there spread-eagled while I poured the sweet nectar wearing only my socks. Seeing her so happy, made my cock jump to attention again. We laughed while finishing the bottle of Champagne, with me pouring the last glass on her tummy and drinking out of her navel and sucking it from her nipples and when a little stream made it into her already wet pussy, I slurped the last bit of wine out of her swollen pink pussy. That put her over the edge and she came with a caveman-like growl, leaking juices and Champagne all over the sheets. It took her a good few minutes to recover and she still had a glassy look in her eyes when she asked me to lie on my back before starting to work on my precum-dripping cock. It took a few licks of my cock and sucking my ball sack before she started to suck in all seriousness. At that time, I was so overstimulated, that it merely took two minutes to explode into her mouth with my own orgasm. She never let up and drank every drop while she kept on sucking me till I thought I am going to die. When my cock went limp, she took her crippled deformed foot and started to masturbate me by rubbing the bottom part of the foot and curled toes along my engorged shaft. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I realised what was happening and we moaned in stereo because of the friction underneath her crippled foot.

In no time, I was erect again and she was dripping with juices, and she asked me to fuck her well and good. I neede no second invitation and staring to work her swollen pussy with slow deliberate strokes, every few minutes picking up the tempo a little. Our moans grew in volume as I fucked her like there was no tomorrow. It took a good part of half an hour for us to simultaneously explode in a massive earth-shuddering orgasm that felt if we were going to lose consciousness. Milly passed out in my arms with a smile on her lips, letting me feel the most love and care that I felt for any woman before. I tried to sleep, but my eyes keep on glancing at her short, atrophied leg with the painted toenails. I fell asleep while massaging her amazing, crippled leg while she was moaning softly in her sleep.

Nobody bat an eyelid when we emerged the next morning freshly bathed and showered with fresh new clothes and limped into the dining room for breakfast. She had a flat sndal on her good leg and a cute pink Hello Kitty sock on her crippled foot. She said she would love to see my cabin, but I told her I don't have a car before Monday. She said that they could take her car as she can drive a normal automatic car using only her right leg.

She told her dad she is sleeping over with me in my cottage, and it looked like he approved of the arrangement. I asked her if she is not going to put on her caliper, but she said she feel mush more sexy walking with two crutches and her short polio leg dangling high above the ground.

We had a beautiful weekend further, consisting of swimming in the ocean, eating, drinking and fucking. Milly was a good swimmer and once we even fucked in the ocean while she balanced easily on her good leg.

I know most of the coastal town, and some people were shocked to see me with this beautiful, crippled girl crutching with her polio leg sporting a pink Hello Kitty sock.

I took her to the hotel early on Monday morning and found the people from Porsche just arrived with a new set of wheels.

When we said goodbye, after a final aggressive fuck session in the honeymoon suite, she was all teary and didn't want me to go. I assured her that I would often visit as long as they keep the honeymoon suite for us!

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