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
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