As I was making my way down the street, after a rather unpleasant bus ride, I felt my left heel break. I twisted my ankle and began my descent to the sidewalk. I would have been terribly bruised, had it not been for the handsome stranger who caught me, breaking my fall. His rugged hands grasped my waist and gently lifted me up. With my shoe in his hand, he gave me a rather sensuous look. His gaze traveled to my stockinged foot. My eyes were riveted to his growing manhood. His whole face changed, from one of concern to pure lust.

He dropped to his knees to make sure there was no permanent damage to my ankle. I could have assured him, that, any discomfort I was feeling had more to do with the ache of my desire than my near fall. He looked at me and smiled. Prettily, I began to blush, the color high on my cheeks. I knew what was turning him on. I could feel his need. I looked around at my surroundings, searching for a place. Any place, where we could finish what was starting. He must have known what I was thinking, because he produced a key and dangled it in front of me. Lifting me into his arms, he carried me from where I had fallen, into his apartment building.