Living in the semi-country, Mia knew most everyone in the surrounding shopping centers. She was one customer that the shopkeepers, both men and women, just loved to see come around. In some of the businesses both men and women frequented the establishment. Normally a hot woman getting attention from the men shoppers would disagree with the women workers. Not with Mia. The female friends marveled at her beauty and often told her which males were eyeing her up. She would normally dismiss such suggestions and ask about the woman's family or boyfriend or her parents. Mia retained all this information which surprised almost everyone when they saw her the second time. She had the gift and the conversational skills to relate to even the most obscure person in the business. Some of the smaller shops were owned by women. It was not infrequent that these ladies asked for accounting advice.
Mia usually ate a light lunch when she worked from home but occasionally would go out just to escape the small space of her home office. One of the businesses she liked to frequent was a sandwich shop owned by four firemen. Three guys and one woman who were firefighters decided to open the shop since they were good cooks when on duty at the firehouse. With rotating shifts, there were usually one or more in the establishment at any given time. They did hire a full-time manager but helped out themselves when they were off duty at the firehouse. Mia liked to frequent locally owned businesses.
One of the owners was Albert, an outrageously handsome bachelor who also looked forward to seeing Mia when he was at the sandwich shop. Albert was of mixed heritage with his mother being Hispanic and his father Caucasian. He seemed to have captured the best of the gene pool from each parent. While he never had to worry about a girlfriend, he was not one to settle down. He was twenty-five, 6'-1", 180# solid with washboard abs. Mia talked to all the owners when she was in for lunch and Albert seemed to be especially enamored with her. She always wore her wedding rings, so she wondered why he was so infatuated with her. It was not like he was inept at meeting women.
In addition to the locally owned sandwich shop there was a locally owned mechanic shop that was quite popular with not only the neighborhood clientele, but also people who were referred to them by satisfied customers. Lawrence, the owner, was a forty-year-old black guy who was not only a factory trained craftsman, but an adept businessman and quite popular in the community. He had a large staff of mechanics and service people but was hands on mostly with the customers. He had an easy way of explaining automotive problems to customers and was widely recognized as being straightforward and honest. He never upsold to customers just to run the bill up. If Lawrence told you that you needed brakes, then you could believe him.
David knew Lawrence for a long time and when he and Mia got married, he always referred her to Lawrence for car servicing, inspections and repairs. Also, Lawrence had a certain connection with the ladies. Many of their husbands didn't mind sending them to Lawrence knowing that he would not treat them as dummies but also suggest needed repairs. He would explain the problem and give them time to consult with their husbands if they wished. The husbands who already knew him would tell the wife that if Lawrence suggested it, then they should have the repairs done. No wonder his business was thriving.
When Mia was working from home, she usually started her day with a brisk run. She either wore a crop top with a sports bra in the summer or yoga pants and a compression top in the cooler weather. Her run happened to take her by the fire station. No matter what the firemen were doing when she passed, they would all stop and watch her run past on her way out and manage to be outside when she returned. They learned her routine and could just about set their watches when they first saw her until she returned. She greeted everyone with an innocent smile and wave while still paying attention to her pace. Even the women firefighters took notice making some of the men wonder it the girls might be gay or at least bi.
It was totally accidental when the incident happened. Mia was on her run one morning. She had on her headphones listening to lively music to pace her run. She turned her head away to look at a man in his backyard with his dog. She smiled and waved as was her custom. The brief glance away caused her to miss a small piece of a limb which had apparently fallen from a tree since her first pass. Her right foot hit the piece of timber at an angle and she rolled her ankle. She hopped and caught herself while going to the ground to assess the damage. As luck would have it, Fireman Albert was on duty and happened to see her awkward step. Of course, he was admiring her ass as she ran away from him. Waiting to see if she was severely injured, he decided to go to see if he could help. Mia was rubbing her ankle when Albert appeared to offer his assistance. He helped her up and aided her to walk back to the fire station where he iced her ankle and elevated it.
After ten minutes of conversation, he offered to take her back to her house in his car. She shouldn't walk or run on the ankle; they both knew. It had given her time to visit with Albert while they checked for swelling. Satisfied that it was a minor injury, she accepted his offer and he helped her to his car. Upon arriving at her house, Albert walked around the front of his car and opened her door. He helped her out and placed her arm around his shoulder so she wouldn't put any weight on her ankle. His hand slightly grazed the side of her full breasts as he held her. She was close to him on the near side and he could feel the bulge of her left breasts against his side.
He guided her to the living room and placed her ankle on the arm of the couch. He asked her where the towels were kept. He fetched one and lay a piece of plastic across the arm of the couch followed by the towel. He wrapped an ice bag around her ankle and wrapped it with a loosely fit ace bandage to hold it in place. He instructed her to ice the ankle ten minutes off and ten off for the next few hours. She was to do this for the next thirty-six hours. After that she was to soak it in hot water or Epsom salt solution for the next few days until the swelling went down. She assured him that she was ok. She thanked him but was embarrassed that she had been so clumsy. Handling her legs and ankle had given Albert a semi-hard on, a fact that Mia didn't miss as he worked on her ankle. She told him that David would be home that evening to help her with the icing.
After he left, Mia smiled to herself about her impact on him as he helped her settle in. She was aware that the mild misstep had not really done any long-term damage. She hobbled to her desk and resumed her work schedule while at least trying to keep her foot elevated. It was not particularly painful the rest of the day and she tried to keep weight off it as she went about the rest of the day. She was just finishing her work when David got home. Instead of finding her near nude and waiting for him as she did sometimes, he found her with her foot in a straight chair and an ice pack on it.
She filled him in on her accident and told him how Fireman Albert had helped her back home. She asked David to help her shower just in case she stepped wrong on the slippery tile. The ankle was stiff but not too swollen. He helped her up the stairs and into the bathroom. They both got naked and he helped her into the shower. He supported her as she washed and even did her back. Naturally, he had a severe erection even though she was slightly injured. She delighted to see his condition knowing that her nakedness was affecting his penis like that. She balanced on one foot while he dried her off, paying particular attention to her butt and breasts. She asked him to apply skin lotion all over. He spent more time that was absolutely necessary as he performed that task. After fixing a light dinner, David served her while she sat in a recliner.
David, of course knew Albert. He teased Mia about maybe faking the ankle sprain to get Albert to take her home. Rather than blush at his suggestion, she picked up the thread.
"Hey, that is a good idea. Wish I had thought of that one before I actually did turn my ankle. If it wasn't for the swelling, you might have caught me in my charade. I guess if someone had to render first aid, a good-looking guy like Albert was the best alternative. Handling my body and all, he seemed to have a little bulge in his uniform. You think I am imagining that?"
"No." He responded. "I am sure he did. After all, your skimpy running attire would inspire any man to make wood. Maybe when you heal up, you can ditch the bra and panties. I think that would be appropriate to thank him for his help."
"Nasty boy. You really want me to show my tits to the fire house?"
"Damn. That is sexy. I bet the firemen would watch you to make sure you don't have another fall. If I was a fireman, I would give you a physical when you resume your running."
"Let me get this straight, Husband, you wouldn't have any problem if the fireman felt every inch of my body to make sure I was healthy?"
"Hell, everyone can see you are healthy. Letting him feel you up would be ample pay for his help."
"Good idea. I will consider that when my ankle feels like it. I guess it is cheaper than a monetary reward. You want me to tell you how I checked out to the handsome fireman?"
"I wouldn't mind seeing it but I guess hearing about it is the next best thing."
"Oh, Baby, you couldn't handle seeing me turned on by Albert, could you?"
