It was a Thursday in early September just before noon when I happened to be near an area where the students were being let out of a classroom. One of the female students was wearing tan Bermuda shorts. Below the lower margin of the left leg of her shorts was her knee and her lower leg. The latter disappeared into a bright white plaster cast that covered the entire lower leg, save for the exposed set of pink-white toes at the distal extremity. The nails were unpainted but were well shaped and in good alignment.

Due to imminent commitments elsewhere, I was unable to do any more than to watch as she headed for the exit. She ambulated with relative ease. She only had a minor limp as a result of the heavy plaster. The underside of the cast had a medium height, single pedestal heel affixed to it. I watched as as she easily navigated the steps down toward the door, and soon she disappeared out of view.

I had seen enough to note that she was about 5 foot 6, had short blond hair that was permed into some sort of wavy pattern. In addition to the shorts and the cast, she wore a golf-type shirt and a penny loafer on her right foot. She carried a leather school bag. I made a mental note of the time as many classes typically ran Tuesday/Thursday. The way in that everyone from the class seemed to be heading for the exit made me surmise that she was probably not from within my faculty – despite the class being held in our building. So, if I wasn’t going to be spotting her again before the following Tuesday, I was certainly going to be present for a possible class start time of between 10 and 10 :30.

I did not see her around Friday, on the weekend, nor on Monday, so on the Tuesday, I was in place outside the classroom location by 9 :45. After a short wait, I spotted her coming in through the same door out of which she had exited the week previous. She was again dressed in Bermuda shorts and other similar clothes as compared to the last time I had seen her. She was ambulating easily once again, this time she was carrying on a conversation with a fellow who walked beside her. There was no sign of any intimacy between them so I assumed that he was merely a classmate. I was able to observe from above as she came up the steps this time. She was able to place her casted foot up on the step above her other foot and climb in kind of foot over foot fashion, as opposed to how some castees only climb with their good foot. I watched with amusement as she disappeared into the classroom.

At least I had established that she was coming to a class that ran Tuesday-Thursday. Unfortunately, the following Thursday I was unable to be present either at the start or at end of her scheduled class. On the following Tuesday, I decided that I may try to make myself available to perhaps see where she was going to after class. Maybe she would have a faculty building from where she came where she would be seen more often.

On Tuesday I waited at the same place at the usual time only to see the woman of my dreams hobble into the building. It was her again, but she had changed. She was dressed up this time. She wore a shiny white blouse. A navy blue skirt that ended just about the knee had replaced the usual tan Bermudas. On her right leg was a white nylon stocking. Fortunately for me, her footwear had remained constant, she had on the usual dark red colored penny loafer and her left leg was encased in still white plaster cast. I stared real hard, and I didn’t care as she looked extremely exquisite. Not only have I always had a weakness for casted women, but I have forever been interested in women who are dressed up, be it for a formal outing, or for business. Also, I have always enjoyed the sight of women wearing white nylons. Perhaps it’s that the white legs remind me of plaster casted legs. Or perhaps it’s that nurses traditionally wore white, and where there are nurses, there may be casts. I do not know. All that mattered at that point in time was that here was a woman presenting a combination of desirables all at once. After her class was over, I was definitely going to head out after this Goddess, if for no other reason but to get to feast my eyes on the sight of her for longer!

During the first part of the class, I went to an area where some friends were hanging out. The seconds seemed like hours as I was anxious to get to see the castee again. As time eventually did make it’s way near to noon, and the end of her class, I made my way back to the area where I would see her come out. As I waited outside the room, I thought about what I was about to do. I did not recall actively following a casted woman before. A little voice in my head was questioning my ethical values. Definitely as a result of my nervousness, the last ten minutes past as if they were comprised of 20 seconds each! The door of the class opened and the students flooded out. Soon the castee was to emerge in all her splendor.

I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her once again. The white stocking and the white cast were a perfect match. Had the weather been cold, a sock matching the penny loafer would have been perfect, but the warm fall weather made a sock unnecessary. I stayed back allowing her time to negotiate most of the stairs. As I reached the top, I looked down to see her negotiating the last few. Once again I was impressed with how she ambulated with but a slight limp, definitely due to the weight of the plaster.

Outside, there were a few more steps to go down on, and then she was onto the level of the sidewalk. She headed toward the center of campus. I was happy as this meant that she had a certain distance to limp, meaning that I would have a prolonged feast for my eyes. Her gait was steady and methodical. Whereas she did not walk all that fast, she did have a somewhat pure stepping motion. She would step forward with the cast, plant the heel on the ground and swing her free foot forward. Although she did not keep her casted toes pointed precisely forward with each step, I saw that she only slightly pivoted out toward the side with each step.

As she got near a major intersection of walkways, she turned left and headed toward the main undergraduate library. I figured that this was good news as libraries can be good places to view a cast surreptitiously. Especially when a castee sits at a table, sometimes even behind a partition… an observer strategically placed can be possibly free to stare at will, and not be detected.

I also took note of the other people around us. Everyone was attracted to the site of the castee as she made her way across campus. Of course, men’s heads were certainly turning a lot more than the women’s. One person I spotted coming in the opposite direction was someone I had known for a few years. I noticed him slow down as he approached me, but I did not want to risk it, I quickly made a decision to ignore the friend. I swung clear of him and hurried along. The acceleration made me come to within a few feet of the castee. I felt like I was too close for comfort however the proximity did allow me to get to see the cast from closer than I had ever seen it. The back was perfectly molded. It had been rubbed to a nice white sheen that followed the back side of her leg. The lower end was perfectly molded around her anatomical heel and curved smoothly to turn into the under portion of the cast.

At that point, she could have kept going forward to enter into the library. Instead, she veered to her right and headed down a set of steps. She was not going into the library after all as the steps led to a passageway beneath the library that opened up onto an adjacent street. After allowing her time to get further ahead, I followed some more. Once again, I ignored someone I knew who was coming up the stairs. By now, I figured I was already doomed to be going to Hell so I did not care anymore.

When she got to the street, she crossed it. I noticed that she sped up with her limping as she crossed the street. In doing so, her gait changed a little. Swinging the cast forward appeared to be more labor intensive and the toes veered out more to the left with each step. The modified gait disappeared when she got to the other side and resumed normal ambulating speed. Within seconds I was finally able to see what her destination was as she entered into the nearby building which housed the faculty of management.

I had come this far so I was not going to quit now. I entered into the building a moment or so after her. At first I looked down the hallway and could not see her. Then, I realized that she had begun going down the flight of stairs to the basement. Once there, she went around the corner heading to where the cafeteria was. Inside the crowded noontime cafeteria setting, I spotted her getting something out of one of the vending machines. It was cool as she bent down to retrieve the item from the dispenser located about 18 inches off the ground. Her stockinged leg bent at the knee while her casted foot kind of rocked back on the heel causing her pretty toes to point upwards.

I sought to get into a position from where I could watch her without her noticing me. I feared that she may notice me and realize that I had been lurking around her since clear across campus. It was at the moment that she left the area at the vending machine that I was startled out of my fantasy land. Someone grabbed my arm. It was a friend whom I had known since grade school.

Of course he asked me how I was. Seeing he knew that I was not in the faculty of management, his second question involved what reason I had to be here. I do not recall what I had answered but I suspect that it probably wasn’t very coherent. During our conversation, I could see the castee gather her things and head toward another part of the cafeteria area. Unfortunately, by the time I managed to get free, I was unable to find her. I could not scan the cafeteria at will as my friend was still there at the time.

I spent a lot of time in the building over the course of the rest of the day and the next day, Wednesday. I was never able to spot the pretty castee there. On the Thursday, she was back for class. She was in her Bermuda shorts again. A silly commitment in the form of an exam in my course that started at noon on the Thursday made it impossible for me to accompany her after she left class again.

The following Tuesday, the weather had turned cold and wet. I was wondering how she would be decked out. I got my answer as she proudly walked in through the door from outside wearing two tennis shoes and a pair of blue jeans. She had rejoined the world of normalcy. I nonetheless observed her gait. She walked quite well. It was impossible to detect a limp of any nature. With all her classmates standing in the hallway outside of the classroom area as the previous lecture had not yet ended, she made her way over to the water fountain. While she busied herself getting her drink of water, I noticed that her left ankle area, that had been encased in the cast, looked thick beneath her white cotton sock. Clearly there was either significant swelling or she had the ankle bandaged, or possibly both.

In a way I was happy for her, but also sad for me as a great sighting had dried up and was now history!