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A Highland Fling

Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 37, Source: LushStories

tartan hose down over her calf. While Jen had just flown off the stage and was clearly upset, I couldn't help but think what amazing legs she had. They were beautifully slender and perfectly toned from her dancing. Even though I was only going to assess her sore ankle, it felt a little erotic to be touching Jen's gorgeous legs. "So Jen, what else has gone wrong today?" I asked as the tartan hose got low enough down her leg to allow me to see her ankle, which I could see was already starting to swell a little. "This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away with my husband. We both came here for the Games. I dance and he throws hammers. He tore a muscle in his shoulder this morning and had to go to hospital. He's fine and at home resting now. On top of that, I've ruined my dance. I was really hoping to do well too!" "Aww," I replied. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I think your ankle's going to be fine if we can keep the swelling down. You stay here and I'll go and get a cold compress from the first aid tent. Back in a sec." "Kat, that's so kind. Thank you, but you really don't have to," Jen shouted as I turned and started to walk off. "Jen, really it's no trouble. I want to, and besides, I feel sort of responsible for you now. Don't go anywhere. Back in a mo," I said, giving her the warmest matronly smile I could muster. After a quick word with the three dance judges, I got a small bucket of iced water and a large flannel from the St. John's Ambulance crew in the first aid tent ... and then made my way back to the side of the stage where Jen sat rubbing at her ankle having taken the hose right off. Two men armed with hammers had quickly nailed down each end of the offending bit of wood that had caused Jen to trip and tumble off the stage and the next competitor was about to start her routine. "I've got some stuff for your ankle Jen. Let's get this foot up and try and sort that swelling out," I said. "Thanks Kat," Jen replied. I put my arms round her shoulders and helped her walk to a couple of free chairs on the right hand edge of the last row of seats. I sat Jen on one and put her poorly ankle up on the other. I dipped the flannel in the iced water, squeezed it out, folded it and pressed it to her ankle. Jen flinched a little as the cold flannel touched her skin, but then settled back onto her seat once she got used to the temperature. "I have good news Jen," I said. "I could do with some of that. What is it?" she replied. "I had a quick word with the judges. They said it wasn't your fault you fell over and that you can dance again at the end if you're well enough. I reckon that gives us about two hours to get your ankle all fixed." "Oh Kat, thank you. You really didn't have to do that, but I'm thrilled you did. You're just the perfect nurse. I think I'll be fine, especially with your tender touch." Despite everything she'd said about her husband and the romantic beak they'd planned, it was hard not to believe Jen hadn't just thrown a little flirt at ...