This is a total fiction. Any similarity to real people or events is coincidence. Please check out my other stories. Comments are appreciated.
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John "JT" Turley had worked as a public servant for most of his life. He had been a Sheriff's Deputy, a game warden and a small-town cop. He took some time off during the time when he lost his precious wife, Milly. When he returned to work, his age and spirit made him reluctant to carry a badge and gun anymore. There was an opening that fit him. The county needed ambulance drivers and EMT's. He had the driving credentials and plenty of first aid training. He signed on as a driver. The EMT classes came natural to him and soon he was a certified EMT.
Jenifer "Jenny" Nelson was a young lady with nursing experience as an LPN and EMT certifications. She wanted to get out of the hospital system and get outdoors. She hired on with the ambulance service. Jenny was a pear-shaped girl of thirty-two. Her hips and butt were far out of proportion to the rest of her. She had big thighs tapering on down to her feet. She wasn't very tall. Her hair was a frizzy mess, so she kept it cut short. Although she had pretty eyes and a nice smile, she did not appeal to the few local men her age. Jenny had the healthy sex drive of a young woman. With lack of attention from young men, she had a string of "make do" relationships. These were with men of low character. She had a short-term thing with a woman. She had some good times but was not by nature a lesbian.
JT and Jenny were partners. The county had two ambulance stations. One near the major highways and the other on the rural and residential side of the county. The younger and fitter personnel manned the station near the highway. They worked many wrecks alongside the firefighters. The older less fit EMT's worked out of the rural station. Most of their runs were transporting patients between the hospital and nursing home.
The stations were surrounded by security fencing. The rural drug problem had made them a target. Each station had two main rooms. The first room was the main lounge. It had a kitchenet and comfortable furniture for the personnel to wait for calls. The other room they called the "bunk house". It had single beds and lockers. Shift schedules were long, and they were expected to sleep when they could. The oft-ignored rule was that only one person slept at a time.
There was satellite TV and internet, but Jenny and JT spent many long hours of down time playing marathons of gin-rummy. They wore out a deck of cards every few weeks. It was a good way to get to know each other at first. It became a welcome past-time. It took their minds off the runs they made that were picking up a deceased person from their home. It took their minds off their personal problems. The sad, lonely old man and the frustrated, homely girl became best friends.
They spent many late nights talking. They opened up about what each was going through. Still it was a long time before Jenny opened up about her sexual frustration. Once they had breached the subject. They became even closer. There were times when JT would sit and watch a baseball game. Jenny would go in the bunkhouse and masturbate herself to sleep. They were adult about it. It was only natural.
Still, JT would think about Jenny lying in there just a few feet away. She must be in there rubbing and fingering her fat pussy to a trembling orgasm. He felt sorry for her. With JT widowed three years, it sometimes aroused him.
"John, I'm going to take a little 'me time' and a nap. Wake me in few hours, OK." Jenny said. It was late. They had picked up a sweet little old lady at the hospital and took her back to the nursing home. "Me time" was her code for playing with herself.
"OK, honey. Do you need a hand with anything?" JT asked and gave his standard little laugh.
"You ask that every time. You'd shit if I asked for your help." Jenny went into the bunkhouse room and turned off the light.
Out the corner of his sight, JT noticed that Jenny had left the door ajar. He thought about it for a minute before he quietly invaded her "me time". He could see by the light coming from the bathroom. Jenny's trousers were bunched on her boots, fireman style beside her bed. She lay beneath only a sheet on this warm night. JT saw her stop rubbing and pull her hand away from her crotch. He quietly walked to her and sat on the edge of the narrow bed.
"John, I'm sorry. I should wait until I go home. I just get so crossed up sometime."
"Honey, it's OK. Sleep time is written into our schedule. What you do in here is your business."
