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
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Clip 397 Sprained ankle, crutches, felt off the window

Clip 396 Perfect cast, SLC, beautiful

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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Clip 395 Broken leg, broken arm, broken hand, SLC, Brace, SAC part 3

Clip 394 Broken leg, broken arm, broken hand, SLC, Brace, SAC part 2

Romance on a train part 3

 Romance on a train

Part 3

June 4, night
The night hung heavy as I lay in bed, unable to shake the weight of concern for Alison and her injured ankle. The image of her on crutches, facing weeks of non-weight-bearing recovery, lingered in my mind, and a wave of additional sexual attraction swept over me.

On one hand, empathy for her discomfort and the challenges ahead filled me with a sense of responsibility and care. The tenderness with which I had arranged the pillows to support her injured foot and ankle replayed in my thoughts.

Yet, as I gently lifted Allison's injured ankle to rest upon the pillows, I couldn't help but appreciate the delicate texture of the ace bandages under my fingers. The act of offering comfort became a tactile and sexual connection, a reminder of the intricate dance between care and sensuality that often overlap when caring for somebody.

Yet, amidst my genuine concern, I had conflicting feelings since she came so close to breaking her ankle. The beautifully wrapped ankle and foot, could have been a lovely short leg cast. Either way I was so turned on and fascinated by the vulnerability she now showed with her non weight bearing ankle.

Her well-being always came first but the delicate image of her on crutches came very close second.

***

I lay in bed, tormented by the unintended consequences of my playful charade. The image of Jay's concern, the gentle support he provided as he arranged pillows to cradle my wrapped ankle and foot, weighed heavily on my conscience. What began as a lighthearted sexual tease had evolved into a situation I couldn't easily back down from.

The reality of my exaggerated sprained ankle loomed, the weight of the bandages felt both physically and emotionally binding and his instant full erection that I noticed yesterday closed the loop. As the night wore on, my inability to retreat from the charade intensified. I tossed and turned, grappling with a mix of guilt for the genuine worry I'd caused Jay and an acknowledgement that admitting the truth now would only compound the complexity of the situation.

We were both awake when I "unintentionally" slid my sprained ankle along the inside of his calf. The simple touch of my bandaged foot and ankle was enough. He slid closer behind me, his hand on my thigh spooning against me.

Within seconds the toes at the end of my bandage could feel his hard penis, he tried to touch my sprained ankle but I took him by the wrist and moved his hand on my small breasts. Jay teased my nipples slowly so I bent my knee even more to rub his penis with my bandaged foot. He was so hard I was afraid he would cum right on my sprained ankle.

He carefully turned me to face him and within seconds he was in me. I let out a moan from the lovely stimulation. He was pushing in and out while my injured ankle was on his shoulder. It was amazing the sensations I felt through my body.

He touched the ace bandages and I howled at the same time, not from pain in my ankle obviously but from the orgasm, I couldn't feel anything except the warm simulation and the hot cum into my vagina. He was so loud as he came into me like never before.

***

June 5
As I prepared to leave for the office and catch the train, my attention was drawn to Alison, gracefully navigating the morning on her crutches. I wasn't sure but I swear she was wearing our daughter's shorts. They were barely covering her bottom and a snug-fitting t-shirt, no bra that hinted at the incredible sex we had the night before.

Her injured ankle, carefully elevated in bandages. Despite the casual and new style of her outfit, there was an undeniable beauty in the way she moved on her crutches. She looked like a mother who faced challenges with both grace and a touch of sensuality.

Before I left, I pressed a gentle kiss to Alison's lips, silently appreciating the beauty of my injured woman I cherished. Stepping into the day, the image of Alison, standing on her crutches lingered, casting a warm glow on the routine of my morning commute.

To my surprise, as I entered the train, my eyes were drawn to the familiar presence of the elegant woman from the previous day. A free seat faced her, inviting me to join her in the shared space, but a flash of my wife on her crutches guided me to choose a spot towards the back of the train instead.

As I settled into the seat, I had a strategic vantage point that allowed me to catch a glimpse of the back of her head and her lowered heel under the seat. I could only see one high heel shoe, it was a lower heel than the one she had on yesterday. I imagined her pantyhose covered legs and the subtle curve of her crossed legs.

While I was day-dreaming of Allison's image on crutches, there was a moment when the sexy lady in my mind seemed to transform, and the figure on crutches became the mysterious stranger and at the same time Allison took on the role of the elegantly dressed woman seated just a few rows ahead.

While turning her head in my direction. Our eyes met, and for a brief moment, a spark of recognition and curiosity passed between us. As our eyes met for only a few seconds, she graced me with a beautiful smile that seemed to light up the train car.

To my total surprise and excitement, she rocked my world when she gracefully shifted in her seat and re-positioned her crutches... why crutches?

***

Navigating the bustling train station on crutches, my right lower leg in a cast, presented some challenges. The pencil skirt and blouse combination draped elegantly and was a striking contrast to a business woman on crutches with a leg cast. But the reality was more challenging. Each step in the tight confine of the pencil skirt was a test.

The sound of my crutches against the station floor echoed around me, drawing occasional glances from passersby. Despite the attention, my focus remained fixed on the platform, careful not to fall plus the train would arrive soon.

Upon reaching the platform, I sought out a suitable seat holding on to my crutches, my cast resting on top of my left foot and my exposed toes in full display.

I was approached by another businesswoman. "Your skirt is absolutely stunning! Where did you get it?" she exclaimed with a friendly smile.

I returned the smile, grateful for the compliment. "Thank you! I actually found it at a boutique downtown. They have some unique pieces. Allison's treasures."

She nodded approvingly. "And those pantyhose! They complete the look perfectly. You've got such a great sense of style."

As we chatted about fashion, she couldn't help but stare at the cast on my lower leg inside my pantyhose. She was clearly curious, and she asked,

"What happened to your leg? A broken leg can't be part of your fashion statement, can it?" She asked while rubbing her wrist as if she had recently injured it. I move up my lower right leg to give her a better view.

"Well, I actually broke my leg during a daring skiing adventure on breathtaking slopes in Canada. Picture this, it was a crisp winter day in Quebec, and the powdery snow beckoned for an exhilarating run down the slopes. However, one unexpected twist, a miscalculated turn, and there I was losing control and flipping over, legs twisted with a broken leg in the midst of the snowy wilderness. Quite the unexpected turn, but I suppose it adds a unique flair to my style, doesn't it?"

She gasped, "A skiing crash, wow. How adventurous! You're taking it all in stride, though. I must say, it certainly does add a unique touch to your overall look. You are beautiful"

As we continued chatting about my supposed skiing misadventure, I couldn't help but discreetly examine the shoes and legs of the beautiful lady in front of me. From the elegant cut of her skirt to the sophistication of her heels. But my attention was on her wrist that she kept rubbing.

"Well, here's my train. Have a great day!"

"Thank you! And good luck with that broken leg. Take care!" she responded, her gaze briefly fixed on my cast.

I stood, positioned my crutches, and struggled up the stairs, my pencil skirt presenting a small challenge to the steep steps. As I looked around for him, he seemed elusive. Crossing the train and taking a seat, I began to wonder if our brief encounter had come to an end.

About four minutes later, it was like I could feel him staring behind my neck. I turned and saw him. A smile naturally spread across my face. Wanting to ensure he noticed, I subtly re-positioned my crutches so that he could see them, creating a silent invitation for him to join me.

Romance on a train
Part 4 to come
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Clip 393 Broken leg, broken arm, broken hand, SLC, Brace, SAC part 1

Clip 392 Beautiful woman on crutches, one legged amputee

Clip 391 Broken arm SAC

Romance on a train part 2

 Romance on a train

Part 2

June 4, evening
As the train doors closed with a gentle hiss, I couldn't wait to see her again since we locked eyes on the platform. Her black dress and the black high heel pumps had left an incredible mark on me.

Walking through the train, I searched for the mysterious woman. However, each empty seat and vacant space only deepened the realization that she wasn't on the train. The air seemed to lose its charged electricity, replaced by a sense of sadness.

Settling into a seat alone, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the beautiful lady. The memories of the cat and mouse dance played like a silent movie in my mind. The train rattled on, but my thoughts were anchored in the moments we shared that morning.

As the landscape blurred outside the window, I found myself caught in a reverie of what might have been. She had vanished or worked late and missed the last train back. The clicking of her high heel was now just an echo in my memory. The train became just a vessel carrying me home.

The train pulled into the familiar station in New York, and as the doors opened, I stepped out onto the platform. The city's hustle and bustle surrounded me, but my thoughts were anchored in the memories of a mysterious lady one last time for the day.

Exiting the station, I made my way to the parking lot, where my BMW patiently awaited. The evening lights reflected off the sleek surface of the car, casting a warm glow in the dimming city-scape. I was just sitting behind the wheel, before getting home.

The engine purred to life, I sat in the comfortable cocoon of my car, the city sounds muted by the well-insulated interior. The leather seats cradled me comfortably. The city's skyline served as a backdrop, a silent witness. The glow of streetlights and the distant hum of traffic created a contemplative atmosphere.

***

As the evening settled in I was waiting for my husband. My name is Alison, I'm a 41-year-old stay-at-home mom, who decided to add a touch of surprise to Jay's day. With our daughter away at college, it seemed like the perfect time for a little playful teasing.

Wearing my comfortable jeans and a casual t-shirt, I hatched a mischievous plan. Jay had always had an appreciation for ladies' feet and sometimes women on crutches, and tonight, I thought, why not indulge in a bit of fun?

In the comfort of our home, I quietly removed my right shoe and sock, carefully elevating my foot to create the illusion of an injury. Positioned nearby, the crutches patiently awaited, ready to be the props in my playful charade. A mischievous grin adorned my face at the mere thought of Jay's forthcoming reaction.

Earlier that day, I had ventured to our local pharmacy on a mission to acquire a pair of crutches and ace bandages for my impromptu act. Back home I decided to wrap my right foot and ankle. The task unfolded with care, two rolls of Ace bandages becoming tools.

Each turn of the bandage was securing my foot and ankle in a snug embrace. I was surprised how nice it felt. The challenge ahead was evident: to gracefully navigate and move, all the while maintaining a stance that spared my right foot from bearing any weight.

In anticipation, I stood and leaned on the crutches, fully embracing the role of an injured mom, with a pretended injury. The thrill of the impromptu act was amplified by the knowledge that it would undoubtedly catch Jay off guard.

I don't think he ever saw me as a sexy injured MILF on crutches.

As I practised this newfound skill, the click-clack of the crutches against the floor became a playful prelude to the surprise awaiting my husband. The house, a silent witness to my antics, transforming an ordinary evening into something totally surprising for Jay but also me.

As the minutes ticked by, I got scared and wondered how he'd react to my little surprise. Would he be puzzled, concerned, or perhaps even amused?

The sound of the front door opening signalled Jay's arrival. I held my breath, suppressing a giggle as I prepared for the unveiling of my little act. The element of surprise was a gift, and I couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

With a playful twinkle in my eye, I greeted him, "Hey there, hope you had a better day than me?"

I pretended to moan lightly as I observed his expression, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would notice my crutches, and the one exposed wrapped foot and ankle.

***

As I stepped through the front door, a sense of familiarity greeted me. The comforting ambiance of home and I expected the usual evening routine. Little did I know that a surprise awaited me, from my poor injured wife.

In our living room, the atmosphere seemed charged with a subtle anticipation. Alison stood before me, pain in her eye as she casually leaned on a brand new pair of crutches. The surprise instantly caught my attention, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look at her right foot wrapped and off the floor.

"OMG, honey, what's going on?" I inquired, my gaze flickering from her face to the crutches, then down to her exposed and delicate toes.

Alison moved forward to greet me, "Nothing serious, just a bad sprain Jay. How was your day?" I couldn't quite decipher the seriousness of her injury.

As my eyes took in the scene again, I couldn't help but notice that her right foot was totally non weight bearing. A playful scenario unfolded in my mind, and the realization slowly dawned, Alison was so beautiful on her crutches but I needed to know more about that sprained ankle.

"I'm sorry, Alison. I hope you're not in too much pain," I said with genuine concern etched on my face.

The unexpected surprise injected a twist into our evening, the next few days or weeks possibly. Then, the memory of the sexy stranger in her tight fitting dress and high heel stiletto flashed in my mind but this time she was moving through the train on my wife's crutches.

OMG what a sight.

In sync with my sexual vision, Alison leaned over on her crutches and kissed my lips. The walls of our home echoed with the sexual tension I felt, the tension I created in my mind. I should be worried about Alison's injury, not the stranger on the train or how sexy my wife was on crutches.

As she navigated on crutches, the weight of Alison's sprained ankle lingered from that unexpected turn of events

"How bad is it?" I inquired, my concern deepening.

With a solemn expression, she replied, "Grade 3 sprain. It's quite severe."

As I absorbed the weight of Alison's revelation, a sombre realisation settled in. I was concerned, and in that moment, it dawned on me that the consequence of a third-degree sprain meant weeks on crutches, with the added challenge of non-weight-bearing. The lines between my sexual attraction to her lovely feet, a badly sprained ankle, weeks on beautiful crutches blurred..

But...Maybe I could...No get that out of your mind Jay.

***

What grade 3, why did I make it such a bad injury? I watched Jay's concern right away, maybe I should have said 1st degree.

"Come on, let's get you to the couch and elevate that ankle," he suggested, guiding me gently.

Guided by my crutches, I carefully moved towards the couch, and Jay, with a gentle touch, arranged pillows to cradle and support my wrapped ankle and foot. His tenderness was palpable, and in the midst of my apparent injury, I couldn't help but notice him staring at my bandaged ankle and foot, he was so turned on sexually, it was impossible to hide it.

"Doctor said three weeks, maybe more on my crutches" I shared with a feigned weariness.

"How did you sprained your ankle so bad?" His eyes never left my exposed toes and my eyes never left the shape of his hard penis inside his pants.

"Just a clumsy misstep while I was out shopping. You know how it goes, I answered our daughter's call while still walking..." My answer held a touch of playfulness, attempting to keep the atmosphere light despite the apparent severity of the situation.

I was clearly losing control of the situation and I loved it.

Romance on a train
Part 3 to come
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Clip 390 Sprained ankle and crutches

Romance on a train part 1

 Romance on a train

Part 1

June 4, morning
As I settled into my seat aboard the Metro-North Railroad Hudson Line, the hum of anticipation buzzed in the air. My name is Jay, I'm a 45-year-old marketing executive from New York, en route for a crucial meeting with a potential new client in the scenic town of Hudson.

The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels was the only sound breaking the stillness until, like a gentle breeze, she walked by. She was a sophisticated woman, I guessed mid 40s and she caught my attention from the corner of my eye.

I swear it felt like choreography where each step was a delicate dance, her heels clicking on the floor of the train. The sway of her hips told a story of confidence, and as she passed, a captivating fragrance trailed behind her.

Her dress hugged to every curve just right. It's like the dress was tailor-made for her, it's swirled in response to her movements, creating a sexual aura around her. Unable to resist the magnetic pull that she had, I couldn't help but steal glances from behind. She moved with purpose, each step in control.

I mean, to be totally honest, I have no idea what the name of her dress was but...it was a masterpiece of tailoring, accentuating her very feminine figure in a way that was simultaneously modest, alluring and oh so sensual.

She found her seat and as she settled in, the anticipation in the air seemed to intensify. I watched as she crossed her long legs, executing the movement slowly. The high heel dangled ever so slightly and she rubbed her right foot, adding a touch of playfulness to the scene.

The way she crossed her legs was a captivating spectacle, an invitation that could have only been surpassed if she was in a beautiful and stylish short leg cast. But eh we can't have everything.

Her fingers, without any wedding ring, caressed her pantyhose covered leg in a tender, almost teasing way. It was a gesture of self-assurance at the minimum or a silent declaration.

The train carried us forward, but at that moment, time seemed to stand still. This fleeting encounter would be etched in my memory, where every detail, from the delicate steps to the subtle caresses of her sexy leg and foot, became a part of a romantic overture on this train.

***

The train hummed along the tracks. My name is Emily. I'm a 44-year-old CEO of a private and expensive resort and I was en route to a meeting that held the promise of new partnerships.

I was dressed in a Varucci pencil dress. That dress is a true gem in my wardrobe, sophistication with a touch of vintage look. It was black and it carried an air of refinement. The classic pencil dress design gracefully embraces my curves, creating a chic appearance.

The dress stops just above my knee, offering a perfect blend of modesty and charm for this important meeting.

I stepped into the carriage, my high heel stiletto pumps were a bit too loud for me against the floor. As I walked by, I noticed the man sitting on the side stealing furtive glances at me.

The knowledge of his eyes tracing my every step sent a thrill through me. There was a pull in the air, an unspoken connection that transcended the ordinary. With every step I took, I teased him, allowing the black fabric of my dress to accentuate the graceful movements.

The soft sway of my hips was even more intentional, a silent invitation to a spectacle that only the two of us shared. The subtle fragrance of my perfume lingered in my wake, leaving a trace of mystery that heightened the anticipation.

Finding my seat, I sensed his gaze still lingering on me. Deliberately, I crossed my legs, letting my stiletto pump dangle. It was the perfect moment to discreetly rub my ankle, which, just six weeks ago, had been encased in a dark blue cast. As the train approached its final stop, I realized that the explanation for the leg cast would have to wait for another time.

In a strange way, It was a dance of seduction I kinda did with each movement of my long legs and feet. My beautiful tight fitting dress was elegant but also whispered that I was a woman that knew the power of sexual seduction.

As I settled into my seat with my back to him, I knew I would possibly never see him again. The train carried us forward and we shared this moment. I had removed my wedding ring while my fingers traced a path along my leg in a deliberate caress.

Caressing my pantyhose had been a tease, I will admit that dear readers.

***

The train glided into the Hudson station, and as the doors opened with a soft hiss, the anticipation building through the ride reached its crescendo. I felt a surge of excitement as I waited for the beautiful woman to exit the train. Her black dress and heels had left an indelible impression on my mind, and the prospect of seeing her once again sent a flutter through my senses.

As the passengers disembarked, I stood by, my gaze fixed on the door, eager for that moment when she would step onto the platform in a classic cast and crutches. But in reality, there she was looking professional and out of my league.

But still at first my eyes traced the elegant arc of her feet, her high heel stiletto pumps leading the way with every step. The tight fitting dress hugged her silhouette, emphasizing the gentle curve of her legs and hips, with each stride.

As she approached, I couldn't resist the subtle rise and fall of her large breasts that drew my attention, in addition to everything that captured my imagination on the train. The anticipation mounted, and time seemed to slow as I marvelled at the exquisite details that had eluded me during our initial encounter from behind.

Her red lips, had a hint of a mysterious smile, held the promise of sexual stories. I couldn't help but be attracted to this woman even though I'm married. Her eyes, framed by the delicate strands of hair that caressed her face, were lovely like everything else.

And then, our eyes met. The connection was electric, the tight fitting black dress, the sexy high heel shoes...all faded into the background as our gaze locked, bridging the distance that had separated us moments ago. This was the woman who had teased and captivated me throughout the train ride.

***

As I descended from the train, I couldn't help but feel a heightened awareness of his presence. A casual glance over my shoulder confirmed what my intuition had already sensed...his gaze was still fixed on me, all of me. The connection we had forged during the ride lingered, and the prospect of facing him head-on sent a thrilling shiver through me.

The game of cat and mouse, a dance of glances and hidden connections, had been a long-lost thrill in my life. It had been two years since I last played that sensual game. After losing my husband to cancer, the willingness to participate had eluded me.

Maybe I was ready.

Stepping off the train, I cautiously set foot on the platform, mindful of a past misstep that had resulted in a fractured ankle. A seemingly simple movement had morphed into a six-week ordeal, a blue cast, crutches, and the burden of non-weight bearing. The memory lingered, turning a routine action into caution.

But there he was and our eyes met, and in that moment, the unspoken connection transformed into a tangible force. I smiled, I was breathing faster and the rise and fall of my chest beneath my dress echoed the heartbeat of a story that was waiting to be written.

Approaching Jay, the magnetic pull intensified, drawing me nearer to the man who had become an unexpected part of today's train journey narrative. However, I chose to walk past him, as I wasn't quite ready for what awaited.

Romance on a train
Part 2 to come
K

Clip 389 Broken leg, crutches, cast, SLC

Clip 387 Fall from a tree, injured, crutches

Clip 386 Broken ankle, crutches non weight bearing part 2

Romance on a train. Prologue

 Hello dear readers

Step into a world where mysteries deepen, and connections unfold in the most unexpected ways. In this new story, the narrative revolves around Jay, Emily, and Alison, each carrying a story waiting to be unveiled between fact and fiction.

As we delve into the intricacies of their lives, a romantic journey takes shape, filled with encounters that spark curiosity, subtle mysteries that linger in the air, and unexpected sexual connections that bind them together.

Jay, a married man navigating the paths of his responsibilities, encounters Emily, an enigmatic and sexy woman whose presence introduces playful banter and shared moments into his reality and fetish world.

Meanwhile, Alison, Jay's beautiful wife, remains at home, blissfully unaware of the layers of intrigue weaving around her. The unfolding narrative holds secrets, leaving readers eager to uncover the twists and turns that fate has in store for these characters.

Join me as I explore the love and sexual life of these living personas, where love, mystery, and unexpected connections await us at every turn.

Hope you enjoy this lovely love story with a twist.
Karine

Clip 385 Broken ankle, crutches non weight bearing part 1

Clip 384 Crutches

Prelude to Darkness conclusion

 Prelude to Darkness

Conclusion

When the car door opened, Amelia got out gracefully, showing her experience being in a leg cast for so long. Her bright red cast, a symbol of so much, caught the soft morning light. Standing beside her, I offered a hand for support.

With a thankful smile, Amelia reached for her crutches, handling them gently as if they were a part of her, what they were becoming. Her steps became over the months a graceful dance, the sound of crutches echoing her journey.

The air buzzed with new energy as Amelia, was a living example of bouncing back from a terrible accident. Navigating the winding corridors of the hospital, we made our way to her appointment. There was a palpable sense of anticipation, mixture of excitement and concern for what lay ahead.

Amelia, leaning on her crutches defied the challenges of her long leg cast with her confidence. Her red cast still drew attention, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

"I'm so happy you're here with me Vincent. Mondays with Dr. Robinson always feels like an unpredictable event, she is afterall working for my dad."

I smiled in response, my heart skipping a beat. "You know me, always up for an adventure, especially when it involves Satan's daughter and her mysterious doctor."

"You do have a point there."

One last hallway until we reached Dr. Robinson's office. The door swung open, and the doctor greeted us with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Vincent. Amelia. Ready for the next cast?" Dr. Robinson's voice was soothing, carrying a blend of professionalism and familiarity.

"Always, Dr. Robinson. What's the plan for today?" Amelia inquired as she settled into the table, Dr. Robinson turned her attention to me. "Vincent, how's the arm and thumb? Any issues since our last encounter?"

I flexed my fingers, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. "Not bad, Dr. Robinson. The cast has been doing its job."

She nodded approvingly, her gaze holding a subtle warmth. "That's good to hear. If you ever need adjustments or have concerns, don't hesitate to reach out. Now, let's focus on the main event today."

In the midst of the doctor's comments, my eyes couldn't help but appreciate the sight of Amelia. Her fitted jean skirt, blouse, the vibrant red cast, her hair elegantly gathered in a bun, framed her face with a few loose strands. And those Nike shoe on her good leg, undeniably stylish.

Dr. Robinson used a cast saw to take off Amelia's red cast. As the layers came off, you could see healing bruises and marks from past surgeries on her leg. With practised ease, Dr. Robinson applied the new cast, the black contrasting with the whiteness of Amelia's skin under the cast. A protective cast shoe completed the ensemble, adding a new touch.

"Alright, Amelia, this cast is designed to offer more support while allowing you to gradually put some weight on the leg. It's a step forward," .

Amelia grinned, happy of the transformation. "A black cast with a cast shoe, I quite like it."

As Dr. Robinson made adjustments to the cast shoe. The transition from a full leg cast to a shorter, more mobile version marked progress in Amelia's journey. The once-confined knee was evolving into new adaptability.

With the appointment concluded, Amelia moved with the sleek black cast off the floor, knee bent until she felt secure to walk on it. The sex that night was...amazing...fantastic with both her legs wrapped around me while I inserted my casted thumb inside her...for the first time.

Eight months later, Amelia and I stood at the entrance of a quaint church, poised to embark on a new chapter of our lives. The air was charged with whispers and curious glances, for the daughter of Satan violating the sacred space.

Amelia, radiant in a breathtaking bridal gown, glided down the aisle with grace on her two long and healthy legs that mesmerized onlookers and my family, couldn't help but be enchanted by the beauty that radiated from the bride.

Dressed in a classic black suit, I watched in awe as Amelia approached. Her hair cascaded in loose curls, a delicate tiara adorning her head. A crimson bouquet of roses complemented the ensemble, and her piercing eyes locked onto mine with unwavering love.

As we exchanged vows, mysterious echoes surrounded us, a reminder of Amelia's supernatural lineage. The priest, unfazed, pronounced us husband and wife. Her gown accentuated her curves and baby bump In a heartwarming twist, Amelia cradled her eight-month pregnant belly, a testament to the unique nature of our love.

Instead of the traditional "I do," she whispered, "We do," with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I, caught off guard, looked at her with a mix of pure joy. Amelia gazed into my eyes and said,

"It's a boy, my love. Satan's grandson..."

The end
K