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
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