Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2007 06:01:40 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel of Mercy

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.