This all started very innocently. My boyfriend, Chad, had a few extra off and he wanted to scoot down to Florida to catch some rays and do some swimming. It was late April, and still pretty cool in Virginia; so off we went. We left right after Chad finished work at five on Wednesday. It was just after midnight when we passed through Savannah and the traffic on the I-95 started to back up. We thought that was pretty strange at that time of night. We were practically stopped when we decided to turn off to get gas and snacks. In the service center we found out that a tractor trailer had jack-knifed a few miles up the interstate. They were saying it would probably be morning before they got it cleared up. My genius boyfriend decided we should go around the blockage, so off we went on the back roads of coastal Georgia. An hour later we were searching for route 341 to get back to the highway. I guess I must have dozed off `cause the next thing I knew I was being thrown against my seat belt and bounced around like a rag doll. We were in the ditch! Days later I would learn that macho man had fallen asleep at the wheel.
When the car came to a stop I immediately did a quick inventory of my body. My right shoulder and left knee sort of hurt but otherwise I seemed to be OK. I looked over at Chad and saw he was slumped against the steering wheel and not moving. There was blood trickling from a cut near his hair line. That's when I started to scream. Having just been awakened it was amazing how fast my mind was going. Where are we?' How bad is he hurt?' `Who is ever going to find us out here in the middle of nowhere?' Panic was instantaneous and I screamed some more.
Steam or smoke was surrounding the car; My God are we going to catch fire; explode?' I screamed Chad's name and he moaned. Thank God, he's alive I thought' then we gotta get out of here!' I pulled the door handle and pushed out, it didn't budge. I slammed it with my shoulder causing a bolt of pain to shoot down my right arm. The door was completely jammed. I kept calling his name as I tried to summon the courage to hit the door with my aching shoulder again. It suddenly came to me; the window!' I pressed the down button. Low and behold the glass receded inside the door as if nothing had happened. My violently shaking hands finally managed to release the seatbelt buckle. Bracing myself for the pain I tried to envision how to crawl out the open window. That's when I saw a light bouncing across the field. There was a man with a flash light running toward us. My foggy brain started repeating `Thank you Lord!' over and over. A few seconds later a middle aged man was peering in the driver's window. I couldn't see his face very well because his powerful flashlight was blinding me.
"You folks OK?" he called
"I think I am, but my boyfriend is unconscious!" I shouted unnecessarily loud.
"I got Robinson Fire on the CB, honey, so you just sit tight. They'll be here directly."
With the knowledge that help was on the way, my body seemed to collapse. The violent shaking caused by the rush of adrenalin subsided and I passed out or slept; I really don't know except I was no longer there.
The next thing I recall is soft hands on my tear stained face and a female voice saying insistently:
"Miss, Miss, can you hear me."
What ever came out of my mouth was not a word, but it seemed to serve its purpose.
"Can you tell me where you're hurt, what are you feeling?"
"It's just my shoulder I think." I finally managed to croak. I blinked my eyes trying to catch sight of my rescuer.
"OK that's good, no pain in your neck or back?" she asked as I felt her hand gently sliding behind my head and down my neck.
"No, but Chad, Chad's bleeding!" I struggled to form words and I didn't feel like I was getting my point across.
"Don't worry about him; my partner's looking after him right now." My angel of mercy said in a reassuring voice. "I'm just going to put this on you as a precaution" I felt the cervical collar being fastened around my neck. It was such a relief not to have to hold my head up that I went away again. I was vaguely aware of horrible screeching groaning metallic sounds. There were voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then I was being moved. Everything seemed to hurt and I could hear myself moaning. My next clear recollection: I am lying on a gurney with a nice warm blanket over me. When I opened my eyes I saw her pretty face for the first time and beyond that the surprisingly bright overhead lights inside the ambulance. Her short blonde hair was mussed up. She was looking intently into my eyes with her own very large blue ones.
"Hey," she almost whispered, smiling "welcome back. My name's Chrissie what's yours?"
Somehow that was a hard question. I started to move my lips and realized that there was no saliva, none! My mouth had never been so dry in my entire life.
"Here" Chrissie said, pressing a wet cloth against my lips. "You can suck on this, but I can't give you anything to drink until we check you out a little more." I sucked greedily on the cool cloth feeling the blessed lubricating moisture irrigate the parched tissues inside my mouth.
"Jennifer" I groaned when I was finally able to say my name.
"OK, Jennifer you're going to be just fine. Can you hold this yourself?" the paramedic said indicating the damp cloth. I raised my hand replacing hers on it. "Good!" she said seeming very pleased with the simple action. I pulled the life giving water away long enough to say,
"What about Chad? What about my boyfriend?"
"He's been knocked around a little worse than you, but he'll be OK. The other ambulance is already transporting him to the medical center. We're going to be leaving soon too. Everything is going to be fine, you just rest now." Chrissie was stroking my hair and smiling down at me. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful; large sensitive blue eyes, a tiny little nose and a full kissable looking mouth. Turning my eyes further I was able to see the dark blue jump suit with its reflective strips. The blue uniform stretched out from her chest by an apparently well developed bust. The zipper was down far enough that I could see the upper slopes of her round firm breasts. Her hand was on my abdomen just below my ribs. She was making circling movements and pressing firmly in various spots.
"Let me know if this hurts you at all." She said, as the circles her hand was making got larger. She was stroking from the bottom of my ribs to the top of my pubic bone, pausing to apply pressure at various strategic points. When she pressed just inside my hip bone I flinched.
"Yeah," she said "that'll be where the lap belt kept you from winding up like your boyfriend. How about here?" and she pressed firmly between my pubic bone and my navel.
"No, that doesn't hurt." I said taking the soothing cloth out of my parched mouth.
"That's a good sign." She said and she resumed her soothing circular motions. Her hand was under the blanket and only the thin material of my sun dress separated her skilled fingers from the smooth flesh of my flat tummy. I was sort of disappointed when she pulled her hand out from under the cover and said, "Let's take a look up here." Chrissie pulled the blanket that had been pulled right up to my neck, down to my waist. The V neck of my dress revealed the upper slopes of my breasts, which were being firmly held in place by the lacy under wire bra I was wearing. My girls didn't need the support, they stood up quite nicely on their own, but I liked the way the structured under garment pushed them in creating a nice tight cleavage. My angel of mercy lifted the front of my dress just above my right breast and peeked underneath.
"Yup" she said, "there's the mark from the shoulder belt." I wanted to look down, but with the cervical collar still in place I couldn't move my head at all. I imagined what the cute paramedic was seeing. The lacy upper part of the bra cup encasing the round full breast with a red abrasion just above it. The attractive young woman peeking down the front of my dress was beginning to have the strangest effect on me. When she had lowered the blanket I felt the cool night air on my now exposed shoulders. Even though my breasts were still snuggly covered inside the dress and bra my over reactive nipples had already begun to stiffen. Now as I felt her eyes on my intimate flesh the sensitive buds got harder and started to tingle. You're crazy!' I thought. You've just been in a car wreck and you're getting turned on by a paramedic looking at your bra!' It was insane, but it was also undeniable.
"I need to get a better look at this." Chrissie said as she peeled the shoulder strap of the dress down; she didn't get very far before resistance from the other shoulder strap stopped her. Without hesitation she plucked the other side off and easily slid the whole dress down to the bottom of my rib cage. I took a deep breath as my lingerie was put on display for my pretty rescuer. Chrissie's fingers contacted my skin just below my collar bone and pressed very lightly. I groaned, and it did hurt a little but the groan came mostly from a bolt of pleasure that shot into my now fully erect right nipple.
"I'm sorry." She said, mistaking the cry for pain. Her fingers trailed more lightly down the contusion caused by the shoulder belt. The path took her fingers onto the swell of my right boob not more than an inch from the upper margin of the bra cup. I bit down on the cloth I was still holding to my mouth to stifle the moan of arousal. This can't be happening!' my tortured mind screamed. Having no ability to move my head, all I could do was to look at the expression on my care giver's face. Was she smiling?' My mind again formed an image of what it must look like to the young paramedic. I had seen the image in the mirror enough times to be able to very reliably picture it. The white satin and lace under wire bra was holding my girls straight out from my chest. Although the satin of the bra was substantial it was no match for the insistence of my determined right nipple to push it up. My angel of mercy would be getting an eye full of the rigid tip of my right boob.
"This must be uncomfortable." Chrissie stated as she gently lifted the bra strap away from my collar bone. I felt her other hand slide under my shoulders,
"Lift just a little if you can." She said as I felt her nimble fingers on the hooks of the bra's back strap. My supple abs contracted instinctively, raising my shoulders to give her access. I was surprised at how good it felt when the fastening was released. "There that should feel better." She was sliding the shoulder strap down onto my upper arm. When she released the strap her fingers trailed along the side of the cup with a casual almost non existent pressure up the side of my boob as she was pulling her hand back. The finger tips collided with the stiff nipple and seemed to pause there for just a instant and then they were gone. I bit down on the cloth again but it didn't work this time. A soft moan escaped my throat. Chrissie either didn't notice, or pretended not to. The direct, if brief, stimulation of my aching right pleasure button caused a contraction deep in my vagina. The sudden internal pressure expelled some juice that had been collecting in there out to my swelling vulva. Now I could feel the moisture leaking between the outer folds.
I had given up being disgusted with myself for reacting this way, and just gave in to the pleasure. The collateral benefit was that the aches and pains had, miraculously, almost disappeared. Minor trauma was apparently no match for major lust. My eyes had been focused on the ceiling of the ambulance when they weren't closed. I refocused them on Chrissie who was looking intently at my barely covered chest and very obviously smiling. Her hand had slipped under the cover and now under the top of the dress that was bunched up just below my ribs. She began making those slow gentle circles on the bare skin of my abs with her left hand. Turning my eyes down her neck I was sure the zipper of her jump suit was lower than before. I could now see the lacy bra and its front fastener between the round firm breasts bulging over the top of the cups. Through the lacy underwear and the official uniform it was quite obvious that my paramedic's nipples were straining to be free.
The lower part of the circle Chrissie was making on my tummy intersected the waist band of my panties. With each successive rotation it seemed to go just a little lower. I knew that she would be feeling the narrow strip of hair above my quivering pussy with her baby finger each time it displaced the panties' elastic. Not being able to move my head my field of vision was limited by how far I could shift my eyes. With my eyes still directed at my care giver's chest, at the very bottom of my field of vision I detected some movement. Straining my eyes to the bottom of their orbit I was just able to see the deflection of the blue paramedic's jump suit. I couldn't focus very well but at the same time I was sure that Chrissie's right hand was inside her coveralls stroking her breast through her bra. The material stretched across the front of her tit was being displaced. At more comfortable eye position I was able to see her fingers under the blue polyester pinching her already stiff nipple. The erotic sight caused me to let out a deep sigh, and I felt my pussy juices really begin to flow.
"Any pain here now?" the young paramedic asked and it sounded very breathy as she was pressing firmly just above my pubic bone. I let out a little yelp, but it wasn't from pain. Just then there were three loud thumps on the rear doors.
"Chrissie, are we good to go?"
"Another couple of minutes Doug, I'll let you know." She responded. When she was speaking her hand stopped moving. Her fingers were on top of my pubic bone just under the waist band of my panties. Those gentle skilled fingers were lightly fluffing through the small tuft of hair. `Does she know how turned on I am' I wondered. It was obvious she was enjoying the examination. I could see that her right hand was still inside her uniform squeezing her boob through its lacy cover. The fingers of her left hand moved ever so slightly south so that they were now at the extreme top of my fleshy mound less than an inch from the top of my very wet crease.
"Maybe I better take a look." She panted; as if it were an after thought "Do you mind if I take a look down there?" `Oh God' I prayed she would do more than just look.
"Yes, uh, I mean no, uh I mean I don't mind." I stammered. Chrissie's hand came out from inside the jump suit and she stood up and moved to the foot of the gurney. For the first time I was able to see most of her, at least from the waist up. The zipper of her uniform was all the way down. I couldn't see how low, but I was surely below the level of my bed. The little pillow under my head gave me just enough angle to be able to see my own bare feet. My angel of mercy lifted the blanket off and unceremoniously tossed it on the floor of the rescue vehicle. Reaching under my dress she grasped the elastic top of my underwear and started pulling my panties down.
"Lift a little." Chrissie whispered, and it sounded like begging.
The distinctly antiseptic medical smell in the small compartment was suddenly invaded by the unmistakable aroma of female sexual arousal. As my saturated underwear slid down I felt my thighs being painted with the thick pussy juice. Chrissie made a sound; you could call it a moan or a groan as she threaded the slick lace over my feet and completely off. She held them in front of her, eyeing them with unmasked desire. She's going to bring them to her face' I thought She wants to sniff them, she wants to suck on them', but she didn't. Instead with apparent reluctance she tossed them on top of the discarded blanket. My breathing had become really ragged but not so much so that I couldn't detect my angel's equally rapid respiration. Chrissie put her palms on my knees and began sliding them up my inner thighs. She caught the hem of the dress with her thumbs so it traveled slowly upward with her hands gradually exposing more and more of my trim athletic legs. When her fingers reached my groin, the hypersensitive area between my pussy and my hip bones, a deep shudder went through my whole body. I knew by this point that the hem of my dress was above my steaming hairless vulva and that the protruding bright pink lips and the darker pink, almost red, clitoris had Chrissie's full attention. Stealing the opportunity I slid my hands up under my completely disconnected bra, and ran them over my yearning breasts. First I just let each individual finger bump over the rubbery hard nipple, then I used the middle finger of each hand to gentle rotate and push on the pleasure giving projections. Meanwhile my care giver was not idle. She put her hands under my knees and lifted until my feet were flat on the thin mattress. Putting her hands now on top of my knees she applied a gentle outward pressure.
"Open up for me." She croaked. As my thighs yielded to the outward pressure I could feel my sex opening like a rose in full bloom. The sweet nectar that had been at least partially dammed up by my closed legs now flooded out and trickled into the crack of my butt; deliciously tickling my puckered little asshole as it went. I squeezed my nips hard and let out a stifled scream.
"Let me...check... for any...nerve...damage...from the...er...lap belt" Chrissie gasped. Her hands slid down my inner thighs. It felt like a piano tuner tightening the tuning key, the tension in my pussy increased until it was positively singing. My boobs are a little too big for me to be able to actually squeeze the whole thing at once but I was doing my best, while pinching and pulling on my nipples at the same time. When Chrissie's hands arrived at their target, she hooked her thumbs in the slippery labia and pulled gently up and out. The action caused my throbbing clit to pop completely out from under its hood. The resulting sensation started a low rumbling, like distant thunder, in my uterus. I knew I was past the point of no return. I tried to hold the building orgasm back by looking down, between my breasts, between my parted knees, all the way to the young woman with her fingers on my cunt. Suddenly Chrissie's right hand pulled away. She thrust it inside the jump suit and down toward her own pussy, where it went very rapidly to work. At the same time the thumb of her skillful left hand flicked back and forth over my on my totally exposed and ready to explode clit. My hips bucked several times and I think I was screaming but I was also pretty sure Chrissie was too. My body was wracked with climactic spasms that seemed to go on and on.
There was pounding on the rear door of the ambulance again. `'Are you OK in there?" Chrissie's partner shouted with obvious concern in his voice. My angel of mercy had sort of collapsed against the side wall of the rescue vehicle with her hand still buried in her panties making circular motions between her legs. I will never know how she managed to respond in such a calm controlled voice,
"Everything is fine Doug. Just another couple of minutes, damn it! I told you I'd let you know when we were ready!" Though her amazing control will forever be a mystery to me it took everything she had left. She slumped down the wall until she was sitting on the floor and out of my sight. I lay there squeezing my swollen breasts and basking in the after glow of the most powerful orgasm I'd had in ages.
Moments later Chrissie was standing over me smiling contentedly. "You'll be happy to know everything is just fine down there. We're going to need to make you a little more presentable though." Having said that my angel of mercy quickly stripped off my bra, which was more or less just lying on my upper chest anyway; a couple more quick movements with minimal help from me and she had my dress completely off, leaving me naked. The young paramedic produced a hospital examination gown from somewhere and slipped it over my arms and tucked it under my sides. Then she reached down and picked up my soggy panties, stuffing them in the cargo pocket on the leg of her jump suit she said "I'm saving these for later, I hope you don't mind." It was a rhetorical question as she continued by picking up the blanket and carefully covered me with it once again. Finally she brought a large strap across the top of the gurney and securely fastened it. Thumping three times on the wall of the rescue vehicle she yelled "OK Doug let's go we haven't got all night!" My angel smiled at me and said "He's such a wimp!" and then we were rolling.