Jess pulled into the driveway in the first response vehicle, picking up the mic as she turned off the truck.
"Dispatch Support 8."
"Go ahead Support 8."
"On scene at 246 15th street. Any new information before I go in?"
"Nothing Jess," the male dispatcher replied, "Post fall assessment. Caller states the patient recently had a slip and felt something go pop."
"Copy that. Thanks"
Shaking her head at the diagnosis, Jess dropped the mic on the dash and stepped out, the hot weather feeling like a damp blanket after the air-conditioned cab of the response vehicle.
After the episode with Amanda at the house fire, the rest of the last rotation had been quiet. Lots of subtle questions about what her partner, Kyle, saw when he opened the door on a topless Amanda and a very messed up looking partner. After the last couple weeks she was sure he had suspected something was happening behind all the closed doors, but she had managed to deflect him with a mix of deflection and plain bitchyness when needed.
This tour he was on vacation so she had breathed a sigh of relief for the break from the questioning looks. Being on the Support unit was fun though, take the less urgent calls or respond to the more serious as back-up let her do the fun stuff without parking at an emergency department for half her shift!
Walking to the front door she was met by an older woman wearing shorts and a loose tank top. She looked to be in her mid fifties with short blond hair cut in an asymmetrical bob, the obviously fake boobs stuck out like small torpedoes from the shirt although Jess had to admit they looked good on the fit older woman.
"Hi, thank you for coming," the lady said, reaching out to rest her hand on Jess's shoulder.
The woman's green eyes brushed over Jess quickly with an appreciative twinkle which caught Jess off guard for a moment. A bit larger than the blond, with her dark hair Jess filled out her snug uniform well with a curvy fit appearance. She realized as the woman was speaking that she forgot to fix the top couple buttons on her uniform blouse, so her cleavage was a bit more on display than usual.
Something the other lady seemed quite ok with; Jess noticed.
"No trouble at all Ma'am," Jess replied with a smile, "What can I do for you folks?"
"Oh please, call me Sarah," she said as she held the door for Jess with the large bag on her shoulder, "He is upstairs. My husband had a slip and wrenched his knee a little. Seems fine but we would rather be safe than sorry right?"
"Understand completely," Jess said laughing along at Sarah's relaxing demeanor.
Following Sarah up the stairs, the house was an open concept, the living room opening to the modest kitchen. A couple chairs and sectional couch faced the TV in the corner by the large bay window.
Sitting in the far corner with his leg resting on a small bench Jess found her patient. With short greying hair and a beard, the man casually waved to Jess and Sarah as they climbed the stairs. Wearing a shirt and black track pants he looked relaxed with the ice pack balanced on his outstretched leg.
"Hello!" the man said somewhat loudly, "Sorry to drag you out here like this Miss."
"No trouble at all Sir," Jess replied, walking forward and setting her bag down.
"Sir! See hon!"
"Oh, stop it," Sarah said laughing, "Don't pay any attention to the bossy old man. His name is Frank."
Jess laughed along with Sarah, "No worries, Sarah, I've had much worse."
"I am sure you have Jess," Sarah said, her eyes roaming down Jess again.
"So what happened?" Jess started asking as she pulled out her stethoscope. Kneeling beside the chair she listened to how Frank had slipped while getting out of the shower and fell to his side, describing the knee twisting and falling on it heavily. Taking his blood pressure she noticed he seemed to be in pretty good shape for someone close to his sixties. Jess listened to their banter, their easy self confidence and assurance relaxing and, she had to admit, sort of sexy for the younger woman.
"Ok," she said a few minutes later, "Your vitals are fine. I need to take a look at your knee."
"Sure thing," Frank said. Leaning forward he dropped the ice bag to the side and tried pulling the pants legs up. After a few tries he stopped with a sigh. "I'm going to have to take these off. Sorry."
"Um hon," Sarah said from the chair beside him, "Did you..."
"It's ok Sarah," he said easily, "I'll cover up with these."
Not paying attention Jess stood up and turned away a moment tucking her stethoscope in her bag. Turning back, she caught a quick glimpse of bare butt cheek before Frank sat down laying his pants over his crotch. She glanced over to Sarah who just smiled and leaned forward on her crossed leg. The front of her shirt had dropped and Jess saw a fair bit of cleavage hanging free. Her eyes lingered long enough that Sarah noticed, the woman's smile growing even broader.
Feeling a blush, along with a sense of excitement perking up she stepped around in front of Frank, kneeling to the inside of his leg. She noticed his eyes resting on her own open top and smirked on her own at his smile. She had to admit she was enjoying his confident looks at her, and the presence of his wife in the background was even more of a tease.
As she palpated his knee, she felt her mind wandering. This couple were certainly on the friendly side and there was no mistaking the underlying sexual tension when they looked at her. Frank's muscular leg was cool from the ice pack as she carefully massaged the muscle of his thigh. Glancing up she realized he was not wearing any underwear and from his shifting things were happening under the pants.
Her eyes must have widened as Frank shifted again, giving her a clear view before tugging the pants down. "Sorry," he said, "That spot is a bit tight."
"Yes, I felt that," resting her hand on his thigh a moment. "The muscles are a bit stressed," she said calmer than she felt, "I'm going to check a bit higher. Let me know if it still hurts."
Frank glanced at Sarah who shrugged slightly. Standing she stood close behind Jess, her bare leg resting against her.
"Is there anything I can help you with Jess?"
Jess felt the ember of excitement in her chest burst. She glanced up to Sarah then back to Franks leg and higher under the shadow of the pants. She could see his smoothly shaved balls easily and a quickly stiffening erection developing. The hidden comment in Sarah's question hung in the air, the moment thick with potential. Up to now all her encounters had been fondling with Kyle in the next room. The risk of playing around with other women was in her control with an easy out button. Now with Sarah rubbing her shoulder and the back of her hair and the sight of Frank's obvious excitement she felt like she was about to jump off a cliff.
Thing was, she admitted to herself, she wanted to jump.
She had her portable radio on her hip, the mic attached on a leather piece suspended on her uniform pocket. Watching Frank's reaction, she keyed the mic and cleared her throat.
"Dispatch, Support 8."
"Go Ahead Support 8."
"All good here, I'm going to be a few minutes but no transport required."
The smile on Frank's face made her heart skip and Sarah's fingers ran through her hair to tease the back of her neck.
"Copy that, let me know when you clear."
"Sure will."
"Ok," she said, ignoring the slight catch and feeling of nervousness beginning to rage through her. Did she misread this horribly?
Focusing on Frank's leg she palpated his knee again, her hands firmly working their way to mid thigh. Frank leaned back in the chair, the view between his legs clearer.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Sarah knelt beside Jess, resting her hand on her shoulder. Jess could feel the heat through her blouse, the gentle squeeze sent a bolt straight to her clit.
"Sure," Jess replied calmly, "Like I said I need to make sure he didn't strain anything with the slip."
"Ok," Sarah said smiling widely, "Here Frank, open your legs a bit and let me in to help the girl out."
Franks let shifted to the side quietly, his erection in plain sight.
"Sorry about that," Sarah said chuckling, "We had plans for the afternoon before he slipped."
