Romance on a train part 4

 Romance on a train

Part 4

With my curiosity piqued before I knew it, I found myself standing and moving toward her, driven by an instinctive need to unravel the mystery behind her crutches. There wer so many possibilities. As I approached her, my eyes caught sight of her cast discreetly nestled inside her pantyhose, resting on the seat in front of her. A sudden exclamation of "OMG" escaped my lips, total excitement swept over me.

Her lovely cast inside her pantyhose started about 2 inches below her knee and left her toes exposed. There was no cast shoe or rubber heel, it was clearly a non weight bearing cast sexy slim cast.

I couldn't help but wonder about the odds. Last night, my wife sprained her ankle, and today, there was this lovely lady with a broken leg, ankle, or foot, in a cast with crutches. The coincidence was both intriguing and uncanny.

"Hello miss," I greeted her with a friendly smile, "I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't help noticing your crutches. I hope it's nothing too serious?"

She looked up, her eyes were shining with mischief. "Oh, you're not intruding at all. Haven't we been playing a game of cat and mouse since we saw each other yesterday? Would you like to hear the story behind my injured leg ?"

Intrigued by her openness, I felt like I was missing something but I nodded eagerly,

"Absolutely! I'm all ears. What's the story?"

***

"Please, have a seat. I'm Emily," I greeted him with a warm smile, extending my hand for a firm shake. "And you are?"

"Nice to meet you Emily I'm Jay"

I quietly moaned and gracefully lifted the cast from the seat, making sure to rub it slightly against his leg. As he settled into the seat, I decided to share a bit of my own fictional story, the Canadian ski hill...

"So, about these crutches and the cast," I began with a touch of theatricality, I gracefully lifted the cast up inside my pantyhose with both hands.

"Last week, I decided to add a bit of excitement to my life, at my age I had never tried my hand at rollerblading. Little did I know, the pavement had its own plans for me," I smiled, a new person, a new story.

"I think it was a spectacular tumble down a steep hill, caught off balance and left with a fractured leg. Broke my tibia in the process, and here we are."

As I shared the rollerblading story, a realization dawned on me. It's surprisingly easy to spin a new tale, especially when it adds a dash of drama to life and to complete the new look that my cast and crutches give me.

"Rollerblading and fractured tibia. How are you holding up, Emily?"

Settling back into my seat, my cast now resting on top of my good foot, "It's been an interesting journey, Jay, to say the least. But sometimes, life throws unexpected twists our way, and we find ourselves at a crossroad, we need to male a decision to take on a different path. So, what brings you on this train today?"

***

As I sat across from Emily, the realization that she was in a cast hit me like a surprise twist in a crime fiction. It was hard to reconcile the elegant woman before me with the image of someone who had recently experienced a rollerblading accident.

A mix of emotions surged within me, and in that moment, a fantasy took shape. I couldn't help but imagine my own beautiful Allison, typically dressed in tight-fitting jeans, gracefully navigating the world with a leg cast similar to Emily's. The contrast between reality and this unexpected daydream was intriguing.

As my gaze shifted downward, I couldn't help but stare at her cast discreetly nestled inside the pantyhose. It added a layer of fascination to the scene, a detail that heightened the intrigue of the encounter. The train journey became a blend of reality and imagination, and I found myself drawn into the unexpected adventure.

In the quiet moments that followed, a cascade of thoughts raced through my mind. What were the odds that, within a day, my lovely wife would get a 3rd-degree sprain while Emily broke her tibia? It felt like an improbable twist of fate. The notion of such simultaneous misfortunes sparked a mix of emotions. Don't over think it Jay...

Still...Bewilderment, suspicion, sexual attraction and even a hint of curiosity. Could this be happening to me? The idea of an affair briefly danced across my thoughts, but the notion seemed more like a trap than a genuine possibility. A few questions lingered. Was this a coincidence, or was there a hidden layer to this intricate web of events and encounters?

But with a clear sexual attraction and the potential to live my all time fetish dream, I asked Emily, "Is this your first break, first cast, or your first time on crutches?"

She smiled warmly with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Actually, it's my first break and my first cast, but not my first time on crutches. I've had a few sprained ankles before, but this is a new adventure for me." She moved her broken leg and again it rubbed against my own leg.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as we chatted about experiences with injuries, the challenges of navigating life on crutches. The initial intrigue and surprise transformed into a genuine connection as we exchanged stories, finding common ground in the midst of our individual tales.

As the train announced our arrival at the destination, this daily train ride had connected two strangers.

****

As the train slowed to a stop, I turned to Jay with a curious smile. "So, Jay, have you or your wife ever been in a cast?"

Jay, taken aback by the unexpected question, responded with genuine surprise, "How did you know I'm married?"

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was ready for what would come next. Then I decided to partially lie again or bend the truth.

"Well, I happened to notice your wedding ring,"

Jay chuckled, appreciating my observant eye. "Ah, you're quite perceptive. Yes, I am married. As for casts, well, fortunately, neither of us has had that particular adventure."

As the train came to a halt, I remarked, "Well, this is my stop."

Jay, being the gentleman that he was, offered his hand to help me stand on my good leg. After positioning my crutches, with my knee bent I slowly made my way to the stairs. Before descending, I turned back, offering Jay a warm smile, and said,

"Thank you, It was very nice meeting you, Jay. Please say hello to Allison, for me," I delivered the unexpected line with a little smile. Jay was speechless.

I turned gracefully and started heading for the exit door. Each step was a deliberate move, a dance of sorts. My tight skirt accentuated the sway of my hips as I made my way, but it was my cast that captured Jay's attention. I could feel his eyes fixed on the cast and my leg that supported me in times of need. This was a silent acknowledgement of the unexpected twist of the day.

With each step, I navigated the descent, shifting my weight onto my hands in swift motions, a practised routine that made the cast slide seamlessly through my crutches. The air held a subtle tension as Jay's gaze remained fixated on my cast, my leg and my parting line.

Romance on a train
Part 5 to come
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