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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