Thursday, January 11, 2024
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
Tuesday, January 2, 2024
Monday, January 1, 2024
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
K
Sunday, December 31, 2023
Saturday, December 30, 2023
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
K