Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
Help me...part 3
Help me...
Chapter 3
"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"
Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...
"I could even break your leg if you asked me"
The suggestion hung in the air, surprising and scaring me. Ignoring the breaking part I said "A leg cast and crutches?" contemplating the unexpected proposal.
"Yes," Bella responded, her voice carrying a gentle enthusiasm.
"Do you remember the movie Just the Way You Are with Kristy Mcnichol. Her cast was awful and she didn't use crutches but you would."
I did remember that old movie, she was such a beautiful actress.
"It's not just a fashion choice; Imagine the way a sexy long red cast and crutches could accentuate your uniqueness."
While very unconventional, the idea sparked a curiosity within me. However, I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of how such accessories would align with my personal and professional life. I was a teacher after all. Again she read my mind.
"To help you envision this," Bella continued, "let me show you, look at your big screen"
I was shown in a wide range of casts and crutches on the large screen, each one unique in its design and purpose. Bella removed my leg brace and carefully touched my left leg, and I could see the different casts and crutches move across my peripheral vision in a flowing, graceful motion while I stared at her long fingers on my leg.
Could she really break my leg? I wondered.
"Yes I could, she said..."easily." It was so wild that she could read my mind like this.
She explained how each type of cast was suitable for different purposes and occasions. Some were meant for style and beauty, while others provided protection and stability. She also pointed out the features of each cast.
"Because you need a leg brace at all times on your sexy but crippled leg, just imagine you in a full leg red cast, slightly bent at the knee,"
Bella whispered quietly, as she had both her hands on my leg...sliding down from my knee to my foot while on the screen I appeared in front of my class on stylish red crutches and wearing a long leg cast on my left leg.
She looked at me lovingly, leaned over my leg, never letting go of my foot and kissed my lips. Then she explained how it would match perfectly with my condition. She went on to describe in sensual, loving detail how the new modern casting material would cling effortlessly to my leg and follow the curves of my long and sexy leg to perfection.
It would provide me with stability and protection, but at the same time, it would also be a strong statement about my new style and personality.
As she took me into her loving embrace, I could feel the heat from her kisses and the excitement from her words. She whispered gently in my ear, her soft breath brushing against my cheek. Her touch was so tender and warm, making my entire body tremble with pleasure.
She traced the shape of my left leg with her finger, caressing every inch of it with an expert touch.
"Imagine what it would be like to be in a full leg cast Miriam, unable to move your foot, bend your knee," Bella said softly, her voice dripping with desire.
"I would wrap the casting material around your leg like a second skin, protecting and supporting it. It would hug every curve, bringing out the natural femininity of your entire leg. The cast would be your own personal shield, keeping your crippled leg a mystery and letting everyone see just how sexy and powerful you are."
I was breathing her every word, she held my leg tighter, scaring me and then leaned close to me. "It will be so smooth and sensual. The beauty of the cast and crutches in your life, the way the cast will flow along with every natural movement of your body on your crutches. It will be a sensation like no other."
I was staring at her lips, her deep blue eyes, she smiled as she gently twisted my ankle, while caressing it with a loving touch. Her touch was so gentle and firm in total control, making me a sexy submissive. I was so turned on with the possibilities when she leaned over me and whispered into my ear...I moaned from the light pain I started to feel in my ankle.
"This sexy first cast of yours could be both a medical or a recreational one."
"Your situation is special, you already need to wear a brace at all times, so a cast would be a natural extension of that," Bella explained, as she bent down, kissed and licked my ankle and foot.
"What would your preference be?" I asked.
"Of course" She bent my foot inward and almost passed the no return where ligaments and eventually bones would give up, I closed my eyes in anticipation...
"You know what I want to do, it would be incredibly sexy. You would look so elegant in that medical red cast and your crutches would be a perfect compliment."
Bella's hands move further up my leg, making slow, deliberate movements to touch me. She rubbed her fingers along the back of my calf and thigh in a teasing touch. I could feel her breath, hot and passionate, against my neck. She whispered in a seductive tone, making her words flow over my skin like an erotic dream.
"Imagine that I was wrapping this red cast around you right now,"
My body tingles with anticipation and excitement. She was exploring the length of my leg with just her fingers, gently rubbing and caressing all around the back and sides of my leg.
"Imagine how I would roll the cast up your leg ever so slowly, teasing you with the pleasure that it would provide as I moved up higher and higher inches from your wet vagina"
"Oh god..." I moaned, she had her fingers inside me again, 1-2-3 I lost count.
"I know you're a little scared about the pain, don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'm not going to break your ankle this time" Bella whispered soothingly rubbing my clitoris at the same time.
"I trust you completely, Bella," I knew I shouldn't have said that, just a few minutes ago she was inches from breaking my ankle.
"Your crippled leg is mine to explore, I can take it as far as I like, I want you to feel every inch of the cast against your sexy long leg."
I shook from pure pleasure, this scary scary phrase was the most sensual thing I've ever heard said to me, and yet I wanted to please her so badly."
I remembered when this morning I asked...
"So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"
Help me...
Chapter 4 to come
K
Monday, January 22, 2024
Sunday, January 21, 2024
Help me chapter 2
Help me...
Chapter 2
I placed the order clearly without knowing at the time the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I made.
To my amazement, the delivery was scheduled within the next four hours. The efficiency of the service astounded me, it seemed that the future had truly arrived at my doorstep. As the clock ticked away, I couldn't help but imagine the arrival of this unique AI assistant. Would she truly embody the sophistication and style that Bella's virtual projections promised?
The possibilities danced in my mind, creating anticipation until the doorbell finally rang, I grabbed my walking stick, locked my brace into place and kinda rushed to answer, and there she stood...My AI wardrobe specialist, a vision of modern elegance and technology. With her perfectly tailored dress, strikingly human-like features, and an air of intelligence and sexiness, she looked like a girlfriend for all occasions.
"Hello, Miriam, so nice to meet you in person I'm at your service," she greeted with a courteous nod then a kiss on my cheek, she had totally captured my attention online. But in person I couldn't help but be captivated by the seamless blend of technology and humanity standing before me.
It was as if Bella had stepped out of the virtual realm and into my life.
"Welcome, and thank you for the speedy delivery," I responded, not sure what to say, feeling strangely nervous in her presence. It was surreal to see her in the flesh, well do we call it flesh? Fake AI flesh? a testament to the advancements in artificial intelligence the ad said.
With a gentle smile she asked for permission and walked into my walking closet. She began to showcase her capabilities right away. She effortlessly analyzed my existing wardrobe, providing insights into potential combinations, styles, deletion and replacements. The synergy between her virtual world attached to a quantum computer and my real-world suggestions created a seamless fashion experience for me.
I realized that this wasn't just about clothing; it was about the intersection of technology, personal expression and life companion. Bella, my AI wardrobe specialist, would become more than just a virtual assistant, she would be a companion in my life.
An uneasy feeling lingered beneath the surface. The quirks in Bella's beta version, though possibly charming in their own way, whispered of a mysterious and unpredictable side. Bella was about to dive into the depths of my closet once again, but this time, I needed to share a crucial piece of information with her.
"Bella," I began, my voice carrying a blend of anticipation and concern, "I have an important presentation at my school, I'm going for the vice principal job. It's a predominantly male committee, and I want to make a lasting impression. Do you think we can focus on professional attire and accessories that convey confidence and distract from my crippled leg?"
Bella, always attentive to my needs, acknowledged the significance of the upcoming presentation.
"Absolutely, Miriam. Your professional success is of utmost importance. Let's choose outfits that show both professionalism and confidence."
I was disappointed in her answer, it sounded too...official...standard answer. She meticulously categorized each garment, considering styles, colours, and textures that would align seamlessly with a professional setting.
"I've taken the liberty of grouping your items to emphasize your elegance and beauty," Bella explained, her blue eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist. "Now, let's explore combinations that will leave a lasting impact on your audience."
Again Bella suggested tailored suits, elegant dresses, and polished accessories. Her insights into colour coordination and style demonstrated a keen understanding of both fashion and professional etiquette.
"Miriam, she interjected with a gentle enthusiasm, "both your long legs are a remarkable feature, and we can leverage them to create a powerful yet sophisticated presence. Let's explore ways to accentuate your crippled leg instead of hiding it."
That was a new approach and I loved it. I appreciated her attention to detail, I nodded, intrigued by the idea of using my crippled leg as a unique asset. She suggested a sophisticated pencil skirt in a deep burgundy, paired with a crisp white blouse. The fabric of the blouse was chosen for its elegance, comfort and tight fitting against my breasts.
Then a new tactics experience when she gently adjusted the pantyhose, her long, graceful fingers moving with precision. The fabric glided over my skin, her fingers a perfect sexual tease. Her blue eyes met mine, and she smiled.
Bella didn't stop there, she moved towards my left leg brace, her long fingers showing a dexterity that surpassed most boyfriend I ever had. As she refitted the brace over my long leg, her touch sent waves between my legs.
I was speechless and so wet. She added low heels that provided balance and a delicate necklace that accentuated the neckline of the blouse.
"You look absolutely stunning, Miriam."
I stood and she gave me my cane. I couldn't help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment, realizing that Bella was not just a virtual wardrobe specialist but a potential lover who cared about the details that mattered. She then leaned over and kissed me.
I felt the heat from her kiss on my cheeks, from her soft lips just inches away from mine. My heart was racing as I tried to take in every sensation. She began gently caressing my face and breasts. The soft touch of her fingers felt like an electric shock on my erect nipples. I laid down on the bed.
She ran her hands up my right leg, gently rubbing my strong calf and thigh.I felt her touch against my pantyhose, so soft and delicate, making my body erupt and moans escaping my lips as she rubbed my right leg, I could feel the heat from her hands and the sensation of her fingertips sliding along my skin was an exhilarating experience.
While my hand slid inside my pantyhose, she switched to rubbing my crippled leg, I could see her touch my long leg brace. The gentle pressure of her fingers made my body shudder with excitement, I was close. I wanted her to continue, to explore every inch of my crippled leg as she touched and rubbed it.
She forcefully removed my hand and slid her own fingers inside me. I shuddered and trembled with sexual pleasure. The warmth from her touch on my clitoris and the pressure of her fingers through the brace was an experience that I couldn't get enough of.
I wanted more, to feel every inch of my crippled leg as it was rubbed and caressed by her skilful fingers. She leaned over me and whispered in my ear...
"Have you ever considered experimenting with something uniquely different, sensual and oh so sexy? Perhaps something like a long leg cast and crutches?"
Her fingers were burning against my clitoris when the orgasm started shaking my whole body she added casually...
"I could even break your leg if you asked me"
OMG, Help me...
Chapter 3 to come
K
Saturday, January 20, 2024
Friday, January 19, 2024
Help me... chapter 1
Help me...
Chapter 1
As I lay on my bed after a long day teaching at Immaculate private school, I was reading a classic, Isaac Asimov's classic "I, Robot,". My mind began to drift into a world of possibilities. Imagine a personalized robot, not just a machine, but a companion, a friend, a lover, tailored to my every desire. A modern metallic friend who understands my love for fashion, hair, and shoes.
Picture a robot assistant helping me choose the perfect outfits, styling my hair effortlessly, and even organizing my shoe collection based on the pain I felt at that precise moment in my left leg. The future could be a blend of science fiction and personal style, where technology caters to our sexual passions in the most delightful ways.
I wish it were possible. Glancing at my friendly cane beside the bed, reality settled in. I caressed my long legs, acknowledging the limitations of my left leg. Yet, in the world of my imagination, where fashion and futuristic companions merge, the boundaries seemed to blur, if only for a moment.
"Thank god it's Saturday" I woke up and made my coffee the next morning.
Lounging on my couch, I was looking into the endless world of online fashion, the soft glow of my tablet showing 100's of sites. I was a grade 12 French teacher but also a fervent fashion enthusiast, always on the lookout for the next trend. I sought inspiration from the ever changing styles of women's clothes and accessories that would work with a permanent long leg brace on my left leg.
With a touch of theatrics, I was after-all a shopping specialist in my mind, I addressed my online audience of one,
"Hello, beautiful shoppers! Welcome to Miriam's online boutique." I smiled, chatting with my chat-bot Liza, a creation of my own fashion fantasy world. While chatting with Liza, an intriguing advertisement caught my eye.
"Meet Bella, Your Virtual Wardrobe Specialist," it proclaimed in bold letters. Unable to resist the advertisement, I tapped on the ad, entering a virtual showroom of the latest in AI-driven fashion technology. I was casting from my tablet to my 85 inch wall video screen. Yes, I love modern technology
The room was inviting, and there stood Bella, a tall, female, virtual assistant with a charming smile, incredibly long healthy legs and impeccable fashion sense. Her metallic blue eyes seemed to connect with the depths of my fashion desires and so much more to be honest.
"Hello, Miriam! I'm Bella, your virtual wardrobe specialist. Ready to embark on a journey into the world of vibrant self-expression?" Her smooth and sexual voice echoed in my ears.
Unable to suppress a smile, I replied, "Well, hello there, Bella! Ready to dazzle me with your fashion wisdom?" I teased, my fingers tapping on the virtual screen. Bella gestured towards a sleek wardrobe filled with an array of clothing, shoes, and accessories, may I say all kinds of accessories.
"Let's start your fashion adventure, Miriam. Tell me, what style speaks to your soul today?"
Contemplating my mood level on my watch and preferences, I shared with her, "I'm feeling bold and adventurous. How about something that screams vibrant and unique?"
With a sweep of her virtual hand, Bella conjured a dazzling assortment of outfits, each more vibrant than the last. My eyes lit up as I explored the possibilities, envisioning myself in these bold ensembles limping along the corridors of my school. A new look, almost a new me.
"I see your hesitation, the spectrum of possibilities is vast, Miriam. But what if we take it a step further? How about customizing not just your clothes but also choosing the appearance of your virtual wardrobe specialist?" Bella proposed, a hint of excitement in her eyes and full lips.
Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. "Customizing the appearance of my virtual wardrobe specialist? Now that's a unique idea. Show me what you have in mind, Bella."
The virtual showroom transformed into a realm of options, presenting me with three distinct looks for my virtual wardrobe specialist.
1-The first was a classic and sophisticated virtual appearance,
2-The second was a trendy and virtual casual demeanour,
3-The third was a tall and intelligent wardrobe specialist, a 5 foot 11 inches, tall,athletic looking female expert in the world of fashion and possibly more..
"Choose the look that resonates with you, Miriam. Your wardrobe specialist is here to cater to your unique style preferences," Bella offered, awaiting my decision.
"Wait, is it a mistake that option 3 doesn't say virtual?"
Excitement was building in me as I pondered my choices, with all my attention drawn to option 3. Little did I know that this seemingly simple decision would set a stage that would transcend fashion. There was a long delay before Bella replied. Strange...Hesitation of an AI?
"Miriam, I apologize for the delay," Bella finally responded, her virtual gaze steady. "I wanted to check that I could share some additional information with you. You see, option 3 does indeed involve a physical, human-like AI specialist."
My curiosity piqued, I stood, leaned on my cane while standing, awaiting her explanation.
Bella continued, "Wow Miriam, how tall are you?"
"I'm 5 foot 9 inches, why?"
"SO much potential with your sexy crippled leg....But back to our transaction, The beta version of the physical AI assistant is now available but only in control environment, and I'm pleased to inform you that your environment could be a controlled one"
She probably saw my hesitation since I had no idea what a controlled environment would be so she added...
"It comes with a unique set of features. However, being a beta version, it has its quirks."
"Like what?"
A thoughtful pause lingered before she elaborated further, "While the physical presence offers a more immersive and personalized experience, it's essential to note that it's still in the testing phase. There might be occasional fine-tuning required."
I nodded, appreciating her transparency. "So, what are the quirks we're talking about here? Are they dangerous, are you dangerous Bella?"
Bella chuckled and smiled, a touch of humour in her voice.
"Well, Miriam, look at me, do I look dangerous? Think of it as the charm of a beta version. Sometimes, I might take a moment to cross-reference a wider range of fashion data, ensuring the most accurate and creative suggestions. It's a small trade-off for the enhanced experience of me...in person... Bella with all my charms."
As we conversed, I realized that this decision wasn't merely about choosing a virtual or physical presence; it was about embracing the cutting edge of technology, quirks and all. Modern AI sexy female robot, top of the line for 2030.
With a sense of anticipation, I made my decision, opting for the human-looking AI, a modern-day Ex Machina style of female assistant. There was something intriguing about the idea of a virtual wardrobe specialist taking on a tangible form, blurring the lines between the virtual and the daily reality.
Also...maybe blurring the line from a wardrobe specialist to my lesbian lover. I have such a dirty mind, I'm sorry readers.
Excitement bubbling within me, I placed the order clearly without understanding the consequence of my action physically, emotionally and sexually. Some people would pay with broken limbs and others with their life from the choice I just made.
Help me...
Chapter 2 to come
K
Thursday, January 18, 2024
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Romance on a train conclusion
Romance on a train
The conclusion
After getting a call from Emily I was waiting for Jay. As he walked through the front door of our house, I greeted him with a smile that couldn't quite conceal the sexual excitement brewing within me. Leaning on my crutches, right knee bent and pink cast floating off the floor, totally naked, I looked desirable.
To say that there was a unique energy in the air, was an understatement.
"Welcome home, how's the foot?" I said. His eyes widened in surprise looking from my exposed toes, pink cast, perky breasts and lips to my eyes.
Gently he lifted me, crutches and all, and carried me to our bedroom. As he lowered me onto the bed, our lips met in a kiss. We broke apart for a moment and he took my cast in his hand and slowly kissed and licked my exposed toes. The heat from his lips and tongue was warming up my leg and spreading throughout my body.
"How is the pain?" he asked me, smiling, his finger gently massaging my cast.
"It's a bit more painful today." I replied with a small moan.
"I'm sorry he said, but I have to do this," he said, gently spreading my cast and leg apart then leaned in and licked my vagina. His tongue sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body, driving me crazy.
"This looks very serious, you may need a full leg cast" he said with a bit of lust between licks.
"I may have to rush you to the hospital if it gets worse..."
My hands undid his pants and I nervously reached for his hips. The sexual heat began to spread even more. I had never felt such intense pleasure from a touch of his tongues and words and the experience was driving me crazy.
"It could be worse" he replied, placing his long and hard penis, inches from my vagina, giving a reassuring smile. He had a look of love in his eyes. He was in total control, the dripping pre-cum made me want to bite my bottom lip to keep from cumming and crying out in satisfaction.
But the pleasure I felt from Jay cumming into me was overwhelming. I tried to control myself but the orgasm was too intense. I let out a loud moan and yell as my body began to shake with pure sexual pleasure.
Later on that evening I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Jay, I want to show you something extraordinary. Something that's been a part of my world, a world filled with mystery and connection."
Jay listened as I invited him to make me cum again in the Enigma Circle, our sisterhood that went beyond the conventional.
***
Entering the sorority house alone, I was curious and not entirely sure what awaited me in this mysterious place. The soft glow of candlelight guided me into a room where an aura of enigma hung in the air.
There, in the centre of the room, stood a chair and it was surrounded by a large group of captivating women, all in their 40's, each beautiful in their own ways in sexy black cocktail dresses.
The room seemed to pulse with a timeless energy, as if it held the echoes of countless stories and sexual experiences.
Surrounded by these women, I couldn't help but be struck by their sophistication. Their eyes held warmth that welcomed me into the folds of their sisterhood. As I settled into the only available chair, I became acutely aware of the sexual tension in the air. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows all around us.
This was the Enigma Circle where Allison and Emily became one.
***
Dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress exactly the same as my fellow sisters, I entered the room slowly on my crutches. The soft fabric of the dress hugged my tight ass. On my left foot, a stylish 3-inch stiletto pump and my right leg was now in a sleek black full leg cast that was bent at the knee leaving no doubt that it was non weight bearing. I loved how my new cast added an element of drama to my entrance.
The candlelit ambience embraced me as I moved towards Jay, playfulness in my gaze.
"Hello, Jay," I said smiling, my crutches echoing softly against the floor. "Miss me since last night?"
Jay's eyes widened in surprise. "What happened to your leg? And why are you in a full cast now?"
I chuckled, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. "Oh, just a little twist in the tale, darling. But don;t worry, it's all part of the recreational enchantment and it feels amazing to be trapped in this long cast."
He could not keep his eyes off my new sexy accessory, that is, until I retrieved a set of scarves and, in a swift motion, attached Jay's wrists to the chair. His expression shifted from surprise, curiosity to sexual hunger.
"What's this?"
"It's our way of sharing something special," I replied intimately with 25 pairs of eyes looking at us.
"A new kind of sexual bondage that goes beyond the ordinary with all my friends."
As I secured the scarves, the room seemed to hold its breath. Jay's gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgement of the desires that lingered between us, he wanted me so bad in my new cast.
"Now, let's begin," I whispered in his ear, my tongue kissing the lobe then I kissed down his neck, sending shivers throughout his body.
***
My three distinct knocks echoed through the door, and as I opened it, the room welcomed me into its cocoon of secrets like they did so many years ago.
"We have been waiting for you, president Emily," They all said in unison, a soft, sensual, mature and erotic voice.
I was wearing a striking red cocktail dress, I entered on my crutches, each step a deliberate movement within the intimacy of the Enigma Circle and our 25 sisters. His eyes met mine, he was captivated, aroused sexually by everything happening. He stared at my leg, cast, breasts. I was naked like the first time under my dress. I loved the feel of the dress against my skin.
With a smile playing on my lips, I swung forward on my crutches, showcasing the vivid sight of a red full leg cast on my right leg. The room seemed to hold its breath watching me and touching themselves as I moved slowly. Sensuality with every carefully measured step on a 4 inch heel that could roll and snap my ankle anytime.
The weight of his gaze lingered on me, a silent acknowledgement of a unique connection between a sexy woman recreational term caster and her fetishist and lover. My red dress was swaying, moving on my crutches..
From his chair, tied down Jay stared at me at the plunging neckline to my large breasts. I moved closer, my cast came in contact with his leg, while bending over him to kiss him, my right breast slid out of the thin fabric of my red dress, inched from his lips. Allison came to me on her crutches and gently tucked it back inside my dress not before pinching my fully erected nipple.
Pre-cum was showing right away when Allison slid one long finger against the front of his pants and released his fully erected penis.
"So sorry Jay." She apologized, smiling full of sexual innuendos. Then she moved back to her chair. I moved to Jay, dropped my crutches and sat on his lap, pulling at the hem of my red dress, my dripping vagina was inches from his penis.
"Oh god Emily..."
I wiggled my tight ass against him to get closer, his penis was so hard touching my wetness.
***
I was under her spell, under their control trying to free my arms. While humping forward I felt my throbbing penis into her juicy vagina. She then slammed herself against it. She shuddered and whimpered, her hips thrusting and twisting, her eyes were closed.
Allison hopped on her one leg to us, she caressed Emily's breasts pinching her nipples and kissing her, it drove her wild to have my penis in her and my wife's tongue in her mouth at the same time.
"Oh god Allison I'm going to cum in Emily..." I moaned watching them play.
Her orgasm rocked her whole body while my cum went deep inside her. Still tied to the chair my eyes went to both women, focusing at first on my wife. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of unique love for Allison and Emily, the unexpected muse from a train ride.
Looking at Allison and Emily kissing each other, I knew I was only a small part of a love story that transcended the ordinary, filled with twists and turns.
The end
K
Friday, January 12, 2024
Thursday, January 11, 2024
Romance on a train part 9
Romance on a train
Part 9
Emily's eyes fixated on me with a sensual smile on her face while liking her blood red lips. She was wearing the president's sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels, but literally nothing else. The candles provided just sufficient light to highlight her beautiful firm breasts, tight ass and perfect long legs moving in very graceful movements.
She stepped closer behind me and started running her lips slowly along my neck. The touch of her lips was like the touch of a feather and it sent shivers of sexual pleasure through my body. Her hand caressed my small breasts pinching my hard nipples. I moaned quietly.
She left my breasts and stepped in front of me before bending down to caress my cast. She rubbed her fingertips along my leg cast, exploring its shape. Her eyes were filled with a primal sexual desire. I felt like she was going to cut off my cast.
She continued to caress my cast, slowly and gently she rubbed my exposed toes. Her lips licked my toes, and my body began to shiver with anticipation when I saw her move her long fingers along my cast and leg to my vagina. I couldn't move with both arms tied.
She moved her fingers inside me, moving aside the soft fabric of my panties. I was so wet, dripping and I began to shiver even more, my body was rocking. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, and I could feel the orgasm rising inside my body.
Her long fingers gently touched my clitoris. I had to fight to hold back the sudden orgasm in public. The sisters were now more than just observers. Some of them had their hands slipping under the fabric of their cocktail dress and lightly touching their own flesh. I could hear the silky sound of the fabric rubbing against their skin and the soft sighs coming from their mouths.
She then sat on my cast, Her vagina against the surface of my cast, with her fingers moving faster in and out of me. It was magical and we both came at the same time.
***
As I settled into the train seat, anticipation buzzed in the air, mingling with the echoes of the revelations from the night before. I couldn't shake the knowledge of how Emily and Allison had initially crossed paths, the intricate web of their shared history. There was a burning desire within me to confront Emily about this newfound revelation, to understand the depths of their connection.
My gaze moved across the train hoping to see Emily, awaiting her arrival. The rhythmic hum of the train and the distant murmur of passengers provided a backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Today was so much more than just another commute..
Again she waited for the train to be moving before she entered my carriage looking very beautiful but with an air of professionalism that deferred from previous encounters. She was wearing a woman business suit, impeccably tailored, showing her sophistication and authority. The soft fabric draped elegantly over her tall and lean frame, enhancing her curves.
But this was president Emily that caught my attention with a distinct change in her appearance. From a first look there was a stricter, more focused demeanour. She moved on her crutches with her cast barely visible and her toes inside a delicate black sock towards the seat in front of mine this time, no cat and mouse game, face to face.
She sat with poise, with her crutches beside her. She crossed her long legs in a manner that hinted at mystery. A single shoe adorned her left foot, almost a man shoe adding an element of unexpected allure to the professional ensemble. I learned later that her one shoe had a name, From The Office of Angela Scott, it was a leather shoe with two laces, low heel, leather sole from Portugal.
As I observed Emily's transformation, the air seemed charged again this time with the anticipation of unravelling secrets. This was the woman that my wife felt in love with in college, and I prepared to unfold layers of Emily's past.
"Good morning Jay" she greeted, her tone almost composed. "Quite a journey we've been on, isn't it?"
I nodded in agreement, "Yes, indeed. It's been quite the train ride."
She leaned forward slightly, a subtle yet intentional movement, and re-crossed her legs with precision, her pant leg moved up showing more of her perfect cast.
"Sometimes, life takes unexpected turns. We find ourselves on paths we never imagined."
As she spoke, my eyes were riveted to Emily's hand who gracefully removed the stylish little sock to expose her delicate toes. She caressed her toes that were painted blood red like her fingers to add a layer of sensuality to the professional look.
The dialogue flowed seamlessly, but there was so much unspoken tension and curiosity that was waiting to be totally unravelled.
***
This is part 9 of this story and if you are still reading you know by now that I was fuelled, well I should say that me and Allison were fuelled with a desire to please, sexually tease and surprise Jay at every turn... and... surprise him... we did again.
"Jay, It was a day like any other back in college, the air was full of love and lust as me and your wife had sex in her dorm room. She felt liberated and after a powerful orgasm we found ourselves caught in an unforeseen twist of fate."
While talking to Jay, I decided to embark on a bold yet subtle move. Leaning in, I gently grasped Jay's left foot, a devilish smile in my eyes. The air seemed to change again and I could clearly see the interrogation in ihs mind when I unlace and remove his left shoe,
"Allison walking cast had been removed a week before and I really missed seeing her in that cast while using her crutches. So many years later I still wonder if it was my sudden misstep or Allison's slight push but anyway I had a momentary loss of balance on the step ladder, and for that one second when we both looked at each other's eyes we knew the erotic game had shifted again."
I was staring at Jay's foot and he was staring at my red lips telling the story, waiting for more, needing more.
"I crumpled to the ground with a loud crack and moan of pain."
I slowly removed Jay's sock, revealing the vulnerable left bare foot that now casually rested on my leg cast. My long fingers traced a delicate path along his foot, ankle, and lower leg, each touch calculated to elicit a sexual response from him. I had and still have a foot fetish.
"Do you realize Jay that there are 26 bones in this foot?"
"The room fell silent after the cracking sound that my sexy long leg did breaking against the floor, the weight of concern settling over Allison and me. I, usually graceful and poised, now laid on the floor, staring and cradling my broken leg. We were both shocked, as we realized the gravity of the situation."
I slowly spread my legs apart and placed his foot between my legs. The connection between us deepened in the hushed intimacy of the moment, setting the stage for the surprise I had in store.
"We always ask the stupid questions in moments like this and Allison was no exception after pushing me...or me falling...she asked...Emily, are you okay?"
"I wanted to say do I look ok? But Emily was my lover, she was gentle and caring and I could clearly see her expressions of concern and disbelief.
"I think I might have broken my leg," I admitted, my voice a blend of pain and sexual excitement. Despite the agony etched on my face, I maintained a sense of composure that spoke volumes, I was the president."
***
I was speechless listening to Emily's confession. She stopped talking, I was touching myself, rubbing my penis against my pants. She caressed my foot, the unspoken tension in the air mingled with the promise of more revelations to come. This simple act of intimacy was a prelude to possible unexpected twists and turns...Maybe...Would she?...truth or dare?
***
With a subtle twist of Jay's foot, I felt the delicate balance of control, acknowledging the importance of trust and care in our intimate sexual connection. The act carried a symbolic weight, underscoring the vulnerability we willingly shared and gave to a loved one.
As the twist increased, it became an unspoken agreement that transcended mere physicality or sexuality. In a soft whisper, I leaned closer to Jay,
"I would never break your ankle or foot. It's not who I am, and it's not what we're about you, me and Allison."
I locked eyes with Jay, his blue gaze momentarily speechless. Gracefully, I shifted my weight to my left leg, grabbed my crutches in hand. The scene unfolded in slow motion, visually captivating movements. Each step on my crutches was deliberate and elegant as I made my way to the train's door. With a fluid motion, I descended the three steps to the platform, leaving behind a trail of sexual innuendos and sensuality.
Romance on a train
The conclusion to come
K
Wednesday, January 10, 2024
Tuesday, January 9, 2024
Romance on a train part 8
Romance on a train
Part 8
I was driving home with a mix of confusion and concern in my mind. Should I just leave Alison and her injured ankle alone? or should I verify the legitimacy of her injury? I knew that I should just let it go and trust that all was done for the good of all 3 of us. But I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling that something was wrong with the perfect picture the 2 ladies were painting for me.
As I entered the backyard, a breathtaking sight unfolded before me. Allison in her beautiful summer dress, stood on her crutches, knee bent , cast off the ground amidst the flowers of our garden. She was a pure vision of what this fetish is all about.
Allison's cast, gracefully on display, added a touch of uniqueness to the scene. The crutches, under her arms, were loyal companions in her temporary journey. I couldn't help but admire the way she elevated her injured ankle, a subtle gesture that exuded both comfort and a sense of personal style.
"Hello Jay," she approached me slowly. I was captivated by the delicate details, the sway of her hips in that dress was so inviting.
"You look absolutely stunning,"
Allison chuckled, "Well, thank you. I thought I'd make the most of the situation," she said, gesturing to her cast and crutches.
As I took in the scene, a small doubt lingered in my mind about the nature of her injury, but the sheer beauty before me eclipsed any uncertainties. Allison, with her cast and crutches, radiated and I was totally attracted to her.
***
I could see the conflicts in my poor husband's mind, I gracefully lowered myself onto the patio chair, he took my crutches and my cast extended towards him exactly like Emily had done earlier... I could almost hear him say "I sweat these two women..."
"How was your day?" I asked with genuine curiosity.
"Good, how about you?"
I smiled and said "Well, big progress, I made it up and down on one crutch today, I didn't have to crawl on my ass"
He was sitting right in front of me, I lifted my cast and placed it on his lap. He smiled and couldn't hide his instant erection. In delicate movements of his fingers, he traced patterns on my cast and exposed toes.
Jay's tender gaze met mine, and I sensed the question forming in his mind. "How did you meet Emily?" he finally asked, his curiosity breaking through the surface.
"We crossed paths at college," I began, choosing my words carefully. "She's a fascinating woman with her own unique sets of fetishes or at least variations of them."
"Please tell me all about it Alison I need to know" He asked almost pleading.
My first day at the college was nothing short of a sensory overload. The size and beauty of the campus was eclipsed by the pounding in my chest as I limped in a white walking cast with a red rubber heel. The decision not to use my crutches for additional support that day had been a bad one.
"Didn't you say this was your first cast?",
"Yes I did, I lied Jay".
As I navigated the halls, I slowly limped to my new sorority Enigma Circle to meet with their president.
"Welcome, Allison!" Emily's voice, confident and warm, reached me as I entered. Her eyes were filled with a magnetic intensity and pure beauty.
"I see you've already embraced the spirit of uniqueness with that daring cast of yours. But you know you should still be using your crutches"
I offered a smile, my cheeks blushing, how did she know?. "Well, I believe in making an entrance."
As the days unfolded, Emily and I found ourselves engrossed in conversations that transcended academia. In the dimly lit corners of the sorority house, my crutches against the wall, surrounded by the flickering glow of candles, with her hand on my walking cast, we fell in love.
Later that month, Emily was driving me back to the campus and she said for the first time,
"We are a sisterhood that goes beyond the conventional, a subtle dance that binds us together. Literally Allison"
"Jay I've never shared this before with anybody, you have to promise to never mention a word of what I will tell you...They would lose their status and funding if it came out"
"I promise"
My pledging night to Enigma Circle was like a dream, each moment etched in my memory forever. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and curiosity as Emily led me through the secret passages of the huge house wearing the mandatory black cocktail dress and a 4 inch heel. I felt strange in my walking cast with that kind of shoe on my good foot and it was very daring and dangerous.
In the intimate ambience of the pledging room, the soft glow of candlelight painted a scene. Emily held onto my hand with a gentle yet firm hold. Her eyes, filled with undeniable lust, were locked onto mine, a silent invitation that needed no words.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss at first. Then our mouths came together, my tongue pushed against Emily's mouth, exploring each other's lips in a desperate and passionate kiss.
The kiss grew deeper. our tongues exploring each other, our bodies were pressed together in a warm embrace that felt like we were melting into each other's bodies. I could hear Emily stiletto heels sliding against my leg cast, it felt like she was rubbing the tiny heel against my broken bone. With the heat rising inside me my whole body was filled with a surge of pleasure and desire that I could even feel inside my broken ankle.
To my surprise, the room seemed to stretch endlessly, and a circle of our sisters surrounded a singular plush chair at its center. It was surreal, a gathering of intelligent women witnessing the intimate connection that Emily and I had shared.
Limping to the plush chair, I could feel the weight of the unspoken tension in the air. The room, bathed in sexual desire and connection. The eyes of our sisters, filled with love,curiosity and acceptance, were witnesses to the love that Emily and I had cultivated.
"Wow "Jay said, leaning over to kiss me.
"That was just the beginning"
Emily left the room but the latest sister to join the sorority before me entered the room, she was petite with a caring gaze. She brought in a small stool topped with a soft pillow, creating a makeshift resting place for my broken limb. Gently she placed my cast on the improvised support. This was my first surprise of the evening.
She then fetched scarves, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, proceeded to secure my other leg and both wrists to the chair firmly. The scarves became my restraints, that's when Emily's words came back to me...(a subtle dance that binds us together. Literally Allison).
I was in my chair alone with 25 pairs of eyes staring at me when a soft knock on a door somewhere. A door opened and Emily walked back in the room.
"We have been waiting for you, president Emily," They all said in unison, a soft, sensual common voice.
Emily's eyes fixated on me with a sensual smile on her face while liking her blood red lips. She was now wearing the president's sexy red cocktail dress and matching high heels, but... literally nothing else under the dress. The candles provided just sufficient light to highlight her beautiful firm breasts, tight ass and perfect long legs moving in very graceful movements.
My eyes scanned her body up and down, taking in every detail of this sexy woman. I was aching to touch my girlfriend but the Enigma Circle had different plans for me.
Romance on a train
Part 9 to come
K
Monday, January 8, 2024
Sunday, January 7, 2024
Romance on a train part 7
Romance on a train
Part 7
Sitting on the train, I thought about the events of the last few days. Every moment felt like a piece of a puzzle, fitting together unexpectedly. The train's rhythmic movement kept my mind busy, and I couldn't help but picture my wife in her new cast and crutches. It was a stylish look to be in her pink cast and the bottom line, it would help her ankle heal.
My mind drifted to Emily, would I see my injured angel today?
The door slid open, and there she was, Emily was gracefully making her way through the train car on her crutches, her right leg still in a cast and a lovely knee boot on her left leg and foot that added an unexpected twist to her usual elegance. The high heel boot was sophisticated but also contrasted against her sexy dress.
Her crutches moved in tandem with practice as she approached. Fellow passengers stole glances at her leg and cast, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. By now the cast and crutches were stylish accessories.
"Hello Emily, you have a way of making even crutches and a cast look like part of a fashion statement."
"Thank you Jay, well, why not turn the ordinary into something extraordinary?"
As Emily took a seat, her cast extended before her, I couldn't help but admire her knee boot with its stiletto heel. The train journey was going to be very special again.
***
Seated on the train, crutches beside me, Jay came and settled facing me, his eyes lingering on my broken leg. The train's gentle sway mirrored the subtle cat and mouse dance again. I was waiting for the question that he was dying to ask me.
"Emily, I couldn't help but wonder about something. Why did you ask me to say hi to Allison? How did you know the name of my wife?"
I had warned her... "Well, let's just say our lives have crisscrossed in unexpected ways. I know Allison because..."
I paused for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal, or if I should lie and let Allison explain to him our complicated relationship. Looking into Jay's eyes I could tell that he was encouraging transparency.
"Allison seems to be our connection to this unexpected twist of fate on this train ride story that even included my own house", a look of realization crossed his face.
Jay smiled and added, "So, you're the persona, the elegant lady with crutches and a cast, who walked past me on the train. Almost like a playful sexual tease, stirring up my personal and private feelings."
"Not so private my dear Jay but... Guilty as charged. And your beautiful wife's charming but badly sprained ankle added another layer to our shared narrative."
Jay's gaze shifted between me and the cast on my leg, a realization dawning. He leaned down and lifted my cast in his hands. For a split second he got a view like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, I wasn't wearing any panties and I did nothing to close the view...until I did.
"Is this some sort of orchestrated encounter? Is your leg even broken Emily?" I smiled softly and again I contemplated telling the truth or a pretty little lie....
"Oh, my leg is definitely...not broken, although it has provided an excellent opportunity for a sensual interaction." I grabbed his hand and ran his hands along my cast, over the ankle area, caressing that area.
I leaned closer to him, whispering softly. "My leg is not broken Jay...but...my ankle is broken in 2 places...Can you feel the poor little bones shattered under your fingers?" I lied to him while holding his hand on my cast.
He looked deep into my eyes, I slowly licked my lips and said "Life has its own way of orchestrating encounters, doesn't it? Sometimes, the unexpected brings us closer than any planned meeting could."
The train's hum filled the brief pause as Jay absorbed the revelation. He knew more but yet not the whole story. A newfound understanding, a shared acknowledgement of the intricate connections that shaped our 3 lives.
"My mom used to say: Il faut souffrir pour être belle Emily" I slowly moved my cast with a certain look in my eyes.
***
I walked up the stairs slowly using one crutch and leaning on the railing for support. I was getting used to the crutches and the cast, but it was still somewhat of a struggle in the stairs. The last thing I wanted to do was fall and break my leg like Emily did once, but thats; for her to tell you about the...
As I reached our bedroom, my heart was beating so fast in my chest from the effort of climbing the stairs. I took a deep breath and began to change into the lovely summer dress that I bought the day before. It was beautiful and it sat perfectly on me, flowing down my little curves.
I stood on my crutches in front of the mirror, looking at myself but through the gaze of a sexual fetishist, through Jay's eyes. I examined everything from my pink cast off the floor, my crutches, my perky breast with very hard nipples and sexy curves while leaning on my crutches.
I was experiencing a shift in perspective, seeing this experience through the eyes of a caster. The lovely summer dress ended at the knee, exposing completely my cast. The realization of any pretenders that pushes the limits dawned on me that it might be challenging, if not impossible, to retreat from this runaway train.
As I let my gaze wander over my body, the feminine dress, the sunlight streaming through the large bedroom window, and the partial immobilization of my right leg created a unique blend of warmth and sexual sensations.
Looking at myself in the mirror on my crutches, my eyes dropped to my pink cast, prompting memories of Emily's broken leg a few years back. I couldn't help but remember how I found it strangely attractive, how at the time her various medical leg casts had aided in healing her fractured leg. It was, after all a situation I had been directly responsible for. Emily's ability to open up to me about her fetish where she was sexually attracted by cast and crutches opened my eyes to a brand new world.
If I was to describe how I felt being a 40 something mom in a leg cast for the first time I would say that my body felt relaxed and the cast made me feel protected and delicate. I began to feel a strong attraction to this persona of mine with the cast and crutches, and I couldn't help but imagine how Jay would react to me in this lovely dress looking sexy and so sensual.
I was growing more accustomed to the cast, and even the crutches were becoming easier to handle. Feeling a surge of confidence, I decided to attempt the stairs, navigating cautiously on my good leg while relying on the crutches for support. Leaning against the railing, holding both crutches in one hand, my cast came in contact hard with the staircase, and an instinctual reaction escaped my lips, a slight, painful moan, similar to someone with a broken ankle.
Taking a moment to absorb the experience, I realized I was becoming this persona, and an unexpected wave of sexual arousal washed over me. It was a sensation unlike anything I had felt before, a unique blend of physical and sexual connection to the role I was playing even if my ankle wasn't broken.
Romance on a train
Part 8 to come
K
Saturday, January 6, 2024
Friday, January 5, 2024
Romance on a train part 6
Romance on a train
Part 6
A few days later as Jay and I settled into the living room, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Jay, with a twinkle in his eye, embraced the role of doctor Jay. He gathered the materials for leg cast, soft bandages, a roll of padding, and rolls of pink fibreglass cast tape with a small bucket of water.
He was ready for action. "How's the patient feeling today, how's the ankle?"
I smiled, I hadn't seen him so happy for a long time "I'm fine but my ankle is still broken doctor" I played along.
With my leg extended on the table, he delicately unwrapped the ace bandages from my injured ankle. The gentle touch of his hands sent a warm shiver through me, turning this application of my first cast ever into a surprisingly intimate sensual affair.
Jay carefully slipped on the soft bandage, starting with my foot and slowly working his way up my leg to the knee. He was meticulous with the padding, he wanted the cast to be comfortable. Then he soaked the first roll of pink fiberglass cast tape in water. After squeezing out any excess water, he began applying the cast in small spirals around my foot, ankle and shin, the wet cast tape clinging softly to the padding.
I could feel a strange sensation as the cast was applied around my leg, it felt like my lower leg and ankle were being embraced gently and protected.
It was an amazing sensation.
After wrapping rolls and rolls of the cast tape around my leg, Jay leaned down and lightly touched my cast, his fingers rubbing it to make it smooth. I was reminded of how he had caressed my small breasts the night before, the sensation still vivid in my mind. His fingers were sending shivers up my leg and creating a warm sensation between my legs.
I was aroused by the whole process and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was getting nervous, not knowing what he was going to do next. Jay glanced up at me.
"You know that applying the cast on your leg is turning me on,"
"I bet you say that to all your patients' doctors," I replied.
"Only the female one... but I mean it with you."
Jay chuckled again, his eyes twinkling, I swear he was thinking of beautiful Emily in her tight fitting skirt and cast. He paused and studied me for a moment, running his fingers lightly from my cast up along my upper thigh. This time, he didn't bother hiding his intention, letting his fingers wander higher and higher up my leg. I could feel myself becoming overwhelmed with sexual desire and wetness.
"I have a confession to make," Jay breathed, his fingers touching my panties.
"What's that?" I asked, feeling my heart beat faster with each inched he reached he looked me deep in the eyes and drew in close.
"I've been thinking about this for so long to see you in a leg cast using crutches," he whispered, his voice full of desire.
***
I was mesmerized by her beauty before me. Her left leg was perfectly sculpted, and her right leg cast looked amazing. Her sensual lips were irresistible, and the way she smiled at me made my heart skip a beat. The lovely pink cast covered her leg from the ankle up to 2 inches below her knee and looked like it was a part of her and highlighted the curves of her calf.
With my left hand, I caressed her exposed toes, my fingers sliding against her smooth skin. At the same time I leaned in to kiss her lips, my breath hot against her skin. my tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She parted her lips and we met in a long, passionate kiss, our mouths blending together in a sensual mix of tongues and lips.
"Let me help you up," I said, wrapping my hands around her hips. I lifted her up and held her close, my hands gently caressing her back. With her crutches under her arms she was allowed to move around easily. She was standing on her good leg looking so cute....
As she moved around, her cast was floating a few inches off the ground behind her. I couldn't help but stare at the beautiful sight, my eyes wandering over the cast. I was still in love with my wife, she was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.
****
I was dressed in jeans, a short-sleeved blouse with a v-neck, and a stylish leather belt around my waist. I walked into the shoe store and was greeted by a beautiful female clerk.
My jeans had a slit to the right pant leg allowing my black cast to slide through. The cast sat snugly below my knee. On my left foot I was wearing a running shoe.
"Hello, I'm Jennie, how may I help you?" the young clerk said calmly and gracefully, her voice soft and sexy.
"I'm looking to buy a new pair of boots," I said, while Jennie's eyes wandered to my small toes on display. The clerk smiled and walked over closer to me, her hips swaying seductively.
"Your poor leg, how did you break it and how long on crutches?"
I decided to make up a new story, "I tripped off a curb wearing 4 inch heels and landed funny, breaking my foot," I said with a smile.
"Oh, that sounds painful," the clerk replied with sympathy, her eyes still on my cast.
"It wasn't too bad, 3 more weeks on crutches" I said
The clerk smiled sympathetically at my story, her green eyes looking deep into my own eyes.
"I broke my ankle last summer, and it took forever to recover," she said with a soft smile.
"How did you break it?" I was curious.
"Oh, I was playing soccer with some friends, and I tripped over someone's leg and snapped my ankle. It was incredibly painful, and I had to be in cast and crutches for a long time," the clerk said, showing me her sexy left leg.
Jennie turned her attention to the shoes on display. After a moment, she pointed to a pair of stylish boots and asked, "Do you like those ones?"
"Those are lovely," I said with a smile, my eyes lighting up as I looked at the high heel boots. Jennie brought the left boot over and gave it to me, then she removed my running shoe. As soon as I put it on, I felt excited wearing such beautiful boot while my other foot was in a black cast.
After helping with the boot, Jennie brushed her fingers lightly over my cast, letting her nails glide making that sound... It was a subtle touch, but it made me shiver with pleasure. She gently helped me stand.
Now standing on my good leg with my crutches, I moved towards the clerk and kissed her softly, my lips met hers passionately, filling me with desire.
The kiss deepened as she wrapped her arms around me, our faces pressed tightly together. It was a hot and passionate kiss, my breasts against hers and it sent shivers of pleasure all over my body, from my head down to my exposed toes.
The young clerk pulled away first, out of breath and flustered. She looked at me with a look of affection in her eyes, wanting more, needing more.
I was intoxicated by the kisses and the feeling of Jennie's warm body pressed against mine. I leaned forward on my crutches and pressed my lips against her fully erected nipples. The passion and desire intensified as our bodies came together once more while I rubbed my cast along her pantyhose covered leg.
We were lost in a passionate moment, when the sound of the door bell ringing cut through our sexual trance. We both froze and broke apart, breathlessly staring at each other while smiling.
Romance on a train
Part 7 to come
K
Thursday, January 4, 2024
Wednesday, January 3, 2024
Romance on a train part 5
Romance on a train
Part 5
All day, those words echoed in my mind like an unyielding refrain: "It was very nice meeting you, Jay. Please say hello to Allison."
The message from Emily lingered, casting a spell that made even the mundane tasks at work feel like a distant backdrop to her intriguing presence. Not even my personal secretary's recently broken arm,in a full arm cast and sling, could divert my thoughts from Emily's parting words. The routine tasks of the day became a mere blur, with the vivid memory of the woman in the tight skirt, gracefully descending the stairs with her leg cast in tow. She looked perfect on those crutches.
As the hours passed, I found myself repeatedly drifting back to that train encounter. It was more than just a chance meeting; it was an unexpected connection that refused to be dismissed. The mere mention of Allison, my wife, had taken on a new weight, I had to call her.
***
As I settled in the living room with my wrapped ankle elevated on a pillow, Jay's unexpected midday call caught me off guard. His inquiry about my ankle carried a genuine concern that tugged at my curiosity. I decided to play along and added a touch of dramatics to the situation.
"Hello, Jay. It's a bit painful, you know? The doctor said "non weight bearing and elevation", I replied, injecting a hint of discomfort into my voice.
We continued our conversation, navigating the usual topics, but I could sense an undercurrent suggesting that Jay had something more on his mind. Toward the end, as we were about to wrap up, I couldn't resist dropping a hint and a tease.
"Maybe I'll need to have it immobilized or something, to help my ankle heal" I mused, adding a touch of uncertainty. There was a brief pause before I continued,
"You think I need a boot or a cast Jay?"
***
As Allison's words hung in the air, a touch of uncertainty entered the conversation. A brief pause followed before she asked, "Would a cast be better Jay?"
I could feel the weight of the question and the unexpected turn in our conversation left me pondering. The notion of Allison potentially needing a boot or a cast added a layer of excitement to my day. Like on cue my assistant decided at that precise moment to remove her broken arm from her sling, her pink cast was perfect rubbing against her breasts. I couldn't resist but touched myself in my office, I was oh so hard.
"Well, I'm not a doctor, but that's what the professionals recommend: full immobilization for a quicker recovery, maybe it's worth considering it in a hard cast" I replied, carefully choosing my words.
As the conversation unfolded, I found myself drawn to the idea of my Allison in a leg cast and that would stay with me for the rest of the day for sure. But...she wasn't done and I was so close to cum, pre-cum dripping.
"Jay, considering the severity of my injury, how much of my leg would be covered by that cast? and how long would I have to wear it?"
"Well, it depends on what the doctor will recommend. I'm pretty sure it would stop just below your knee, and possibly you'd need it for 3 to 4 weeks while using your crutches obviously."
As I said those words, the image of Emily in her sexy skirt and pantyhose with her perfect cast below her knee instantly flashed in my mind. How could it not.
"I see" She said but then she came back with a question that literally made me cum inside my pants in my own office...
"I know you are super busy sweety but considering it's not a broken ankle but a sprain, you think we could buy our own casting material? You could be my lovely doctor and apply a pretty little cast to my lower leg, ankle and foot?"
I could barely speak, I rubbed my hard penis even harder.
"Why not! I'm up for it if you are." I was all sticky and wet now! And totally forgot to ask her if she knew Emily.
As I sat alone on the train on my way back home, the empty seat across from me became a canvas for my imagination. In my mind, I saw the images of two distinctly different yet beautiful women, both sharing the common look of a cast on their lower legs.
First, there was Emily, the sophisticated woman from the previous encounter. Her navy blue pencil dress hugged her curves elegantly, and the high heel stiletto pump accentuated her graceful stride on her crutches. The cast, peeking out from beneath the hem, added an unbelievable sexual attraction, the slim non weight bearing cast contrasting with her other strong leg and the femininity of her look.
Then, there was Allison, my wife, in a different scenario. Her casual jeans and T-shirt took on a sensual look with her injury. The thought of her on crutches with her injured ankle carefully moving around our house was an image of a mom at home embracing the unexpected accident.
The contrast between the two women, each with a unique style and energy, highlighted the unpredictable nature of the encounters. Their injuries became a stage where the narratives of these lovely women unfolded, their crutches becoming unexpected accessories that added beauty and sensuality to their individual stories.
***
I heard the door open, signalling Jay's arrival while I was sitting on the couch. Wearing jeans and my riding knee boot on the left foot, with the right foot still bandaged. The crutches leaned against the couch, ready to assist my movements.
Jay entered the room, and our eyes met. The unspoken question lingered in the air, would he bring up the cast first? The anticipation buzzed between us as he approached. With a gentle smile, he leaned in, and our lips met in a sweet kiss.
"How's the ankle, Allison?"
"I think it's getting better but I still can't put any weight on it without pain. So what about immobilizing my ankle in a cast, It all came out so fast, maybe too fast. Jay's gaze held mine, and in that moment, the unspoken agreement to explore the playful experiment passed between us.
The evening unfolded with a blend of warmth, curiosity, and the shared excitement of what lay ahead. As the night progressed, Jay's hands delicately took hold of my bandaged ankle. With a slow and careful touch, he began to unwrap the ace bandages, revealing the uninjured foot and ankle beneath. The intimacy of the moment added a layer of connection.
The excitement got the best of him and kissed my foot and ankle slowly. He always loved my feet and legs but it was the first time that he kissed and licked them like he did. While watching him,I slid my left hand between my legs and rubbed myself, moaning quietly.
"I hope I'm not hurting you?"
"No, that really feels good, please don't stop." I said.
He raised my injured ankle to his mouth... I spread my legs and felt his penis deep inside me. Pure love making.
Romance on a train
Part 6 to come
K