I was scheduled with a guy that was a real loudmouth braggart today. I wasn't really looking forward to it. Although today's shift was only supposed to be eight hours followed by two days off, I figured I would muddle through. When you're used to 24 hour shifts, eight hours goes by in the blink of an eye.
As I pulled into the lot, I noticed a strange vehicle that I hadn't seen before; a bright yellow X-terra with out-of-state plates. I also noticed that the white Grand Am that belonged to my partner that day was missing. I figured that maybe he had borrowed a neighbor's car when his finally gave out, or something like that. I pulled my yellow H3 in alongside the X-Terra and gathered up my laptop bag, sunglasses and the large pop I had been nursing in attempt to wake up more on my commute.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in the door was a pretty young woman sitting at the computer desk. I glanced around the station and saw that there was no one else there, even the truck bay was empty. The previous crew had not returned yet. I put my bag on the recliner, flipped my sunglasses up on top of my head, and plopped down in the chair beside the computer desk.
The woman looked up at me and simply said, "Hi".
I said, "hi, my name's Nate. Who might you be?"
"My name's Leah. I guess you're working with me today"
"Did they call you in?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess your other partner called off today"
I said, "I haven't seen you before, have you worked here long?"
She replied, "I just recently moved to the area and got hired here last week."
Since she didn't have any training level patches on her denim-collared navy sweatshirt/job shirt, I asked if she was an EMT or a Paramedic.
She said, "I'm an EMT. I had been working as a volunteer back home for the past 5 years."
I said, "cool", that was a relief to me. She had enough time in to know the job and the skills needed. I wouldn't have to worry about working with someone brand new. All I had to do was get her up to speed with how this company does things.
We spent the next few minutes getting to know each other a little before the previous crew finally returned to station. While we were waiting, I couldn't help but check her out some. She looked like she was maybe 18, but with the previous work experience history, the math would put her in her early to mid twenties. She was short, maybe five feet tall if that, and slender of build. She had hazel eyes that kept my attention. They reminded me of fire opals as a different color would come out depending on the angle of the light.
She had wavy dark brown hair that hung just below her shoulders, with the bangs pulled up over the top of her head to keep it out of her face. The overall effect was that she had spent a little time with the curling iron to get it to look like that, but the reality was that she probably hadn't. She had pale skin and a clear complexion, almost gothic-like. I really couldn't see too much of her body as the job-shirt was bulky and hid a lot, but she had on black cargos that weren't uniform-style EMS pants. They were close enough to pass, but hugged her curves and pulled across her hips in a most attractive way. She had chipped nail polish on her fingers in alternating colors. I could tell that I was going to have a good day, as long as she didn't catch me staring and get upset with me.
When the previous crew returned from their late call they were tired, cranky and in a hurry to get out of there. They gathered up their personal belongings from the truck, gave us a brief report on fuel and oxygen levels, then went into the station to finish up their paperwork. Leah and I set about going through the truck, making sure all of the equipment and supplies were there. She had climbed up into the back of the ambulance while I stood at the side doors going through the drug box. I noticed the scent of apples as she passed by me on her way into the truck. It must have been her body wash or maybe even shampoo. I couldn't be sure, but it sure did smell good! As she was going through the cupboards, I could see that even though it was a van-style or type 3 ambulance, she was short enough that she was able to stand upright in the back without slouching and her head not even close to touching the ceiling.
I told her that wasn't fair, because being as exceptionally tall as I am, I couldn't even come close to being able to do that.
She said that she fits in many tight places without any difficulty. Then she smiled and shot me a wink.
I just grinned and shook my head. This was going to be an interesting day for sure!
Before we finished checking the truck, the phone rang. It was dispatch giving us our first assignment of the day; a routine transfer of a regular dialysis patient from his home to the dialysis clinic. We had a few minutes before we had to hit the road, so we finished up the truck check. I opened the garage door to stand in front of the truck and have a smoke. She produced a pack of cigarettes from her backpack and lit one up to smoke with me. I felt another wave of relief, since she smoked as well, I didn't have to worry about trying to hide my bad habit.
She also seemed relieved a little and said she was glad I smoked, too. Maybe I could show her all the secret hiding spots to have a smoke, since most all of the hospitals are now completely non-smoking anywhere on their property.
I promised her I would show her ALL my secret spots, with a wicked little chuckle and evil grin.
She surprised me a little by returning my evil grin, saying, "sounds good to me!".
We gathered up our stuff, put it in the truck and hit the road for our first pick-up. I drove since I knew where the patient's house was. I showed her the GPS system and how we have certain locations saved in it without using any patient info so as to not violate privacy issues. I also showed her the camera system on the windshield and how it trips with excessive g-forces from starting, stopping or cornering too hard.
Since it was about 25 minutes to the patient's house, she had plenty of time to get comfy in the passenger seat. She put her feet up on the dash. Again I told her that wasn't fair, I could never dream of being able to do that, but she was so short, it was easy for her.
Secretly I was admiring the view that position afforded me of her hips, thighs and the way her cargos pulled tightly into her crotch. Thankfully my sunglasses kept her from being to tell that I was checking her out.
When we got to the house, we took the stretcher inside and lined it up alongside the patient's hospital-style bed. Leah surprised me again when we went to lift the patient over to our stretcher; he wasn't too fat or heavy, but wasn't exactly light, either. She was as strong as any guy I've worked with. We were able to quickly and easily move the patient, gently setting him down in the perfect position on the stretcher in one movement. Even the patient was impressed.
I told her, "you may be small, but you are mighty, aren't you?"
She answered simply, saying, "I grew up on the farm, I'm used to lifting".
We buckled the patient in, lifted the stretcher to walking height, and took him out to the ambulance. I took the head, since it was higher off the ground and she pulled at the foot of the cot as we wheeled down the long ramp outside the house. I was enjoying the view of her ass in those cargos walking along in front of me. I figured I was going to pick up the foot of the cot as we loaded it into the truck, but she was already there and already had it in the air, waiting for me to swing the wheels up. She locked the stretcher into the floor brackets and climbed up the step bumper into the back of the unit.
As she did so, I was afforded an incredible view of her ass in those tight cargos; she had bent forward to duck under the doorway and the job shirt had rode up a little in the back while the low-rise cargos had ridden down slightly. The way those trousers hugged her curves was incredible, and just above the waistband I could see the very top of her panties peeking out. They had little navy blue and white horizontal stripes with a slightly lace-like stretch waistband, plus a small expanse of pale-white skin at the small of her back, and as she was point blank next to me as she did this, the smell of apples hit me again like a freight train. My mouth actually started to water! In my mind I had an instant mental image of leaning forward and licking that spot of exposed skin but I controlled myself. I made sure she was clear of the doorway and shut the doors. I walked around to the driver's seat, all the while trying to clear my head of the inappropriate images it kept showing me.
We made the trip to the dialysis clinic and in the rear view mirror, I could see that she had a good bedside manner about her. Rather than sitting behind the patient in the captain's chair, she sat on the bench along side and chatted with him the whole way. I could tell she really seemed to love all parts of the job, not just the emergency side of it.
Once at Dialysis, she again had no trouble lifting the patient over to the treatment chair. We cleared the clinic and dispatch sent us to return for now.
We stopped at a convenience store on the way to grab snacks. I knew this store had a pop fountain that had different flavor shots you could add to the pop, so it was a favorite stop of mine. I filled my fountain mug with my usual blend of cherry and vanilla shots added to Diet Dr. Pepper. Leah asked me what was so special about this store, so I told her about the fountain and let her taste my drink. As she wrapped her lips around the straw, again my mind started flashing various inappropriate images. Her eyes got wide and she said, "Oh my god, that's really good!"
I told her that I was addicted to that blend and anytime we were near a store with that type of fountain, I would stop for a refill. She said she could see why, and she headed over to the fountain to get some of her own. We paid the cashier and went to stand in front of our truck to have a smoke.
We kept the portable radio on the dispatch channel to keep on ear out in case they called us, but I told Leah about the GPS tracking system in the truck and that dispatch could see where we were, anyways.
As we headed on back to our station, a neighboring station got a call for a patient that had fallen and we were sent to standby for them.
As we walked into their station I pointed out the security cameras to Leah, telling her where they were located and what all they could see and record. We went into the computer room and I showed her how to unlock the computers to do whatever she wanted to do on them.
The conversation was flowing very easily between us, when we got a call for a patient with difficulty breathing in place of the crew that we were on standby for. We jumped into the truck, called enroute and programmed the GPS for the address of the call.
Once on scene, Leah's previous experience became clear as she immediately jumped into her tasks, getting vitals while I interviewed the patient and the family about the current problem. We initiated treatment and loaded the patient into the truck to go to the local hospital. She had to use the GPS to find her way as she wasn't yet familiar with the area, but she did a good job driving us as smoothly and as quickly as the roads would allow. I could tell she knew what she was doing and would be an excellent partner. I could only hope I got to work with her more often!
We got to the hospital and transferred the patient into their care, then cleaned the stretcher and restocked. I showed Leah where this hospital kept the linen for the EMS crews, as well as where to get supplies replaced, and we got the truck back in order in short time. I noticed on the times sheet that we were really moving on this call; only on scene 11 minutes, and that was with initial assessment, treatment and extrication out of the house, across the yard and into the truck! Impressive to say the least.
We even had the truck back together quickly enough that we had a few minutes before dispatch would even think to wonder what was taking us so long, so I suggested we go grab a smoke in one of my "secret spots".
Leah readily agreed, saying, "Absolutely"
We walked up the ER driveway, just past the large emergency generators, and slipped into a little alcove that was maybe 10 feet square. Out of the sight of any security cameras. I pulled out a smoke and lit it up.
She pulled one out and asked for a light.
I held out my lighter to her and she wrapped both hands around mine, not taking the lighter from me, but bringing my hand along with it to her face. She lit the lighter, brought it to the tip of her cigarette and inhaled. As she was sucking on it she looked up at me and locked eyes with me, staring into them as she lit her smoke. Then she let go of my hand, pulled the cigarette from her lips, smiled with a wink and said, "Thanks".
The images were back with a vengeance! I bit my bottom lip, looked to the sky and let a little shiver escape and spread across my shoulders, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
"What's the matter? Did I give you the chills?" She asked with a mischevious chuckle.
"Yeah, a little. That's alright, though. I enjoyed every minute of it!" I answered.
She had no idea, but at that moment my mind suddenly started reeling. I had read a story on Lush not too long ago involving a situation somewhat similar to this, at least as far as the secret smoke spot on hospital property and an EMT named Leah. I had chatted with the author, been friends with her and read all of her stories. The coincidences started piling up as the realization hit me like a truck.
Could this be her? If it IS her, what then? There were some slight differences, but many more similarities. So many that it was pretty obvious.
I saw that she was busy looking at something on her phone, and her brow was wrinkled in concentration. In a flash of inspiration, I dropped my voice a little and asked, "Why so serious?"
She said she was just checking her email but went on to say that she LOVED that movie, and pretty much ALL of the Batman movies. She even liked the original television series from the 60's.
I knew for sure right then that this must be LeahLidocaine from Lush! I truly couldn't believe my luck! I realized that she most likely had no clue who I was, that I was indeed Digger from Lush that she had chatted with before. Now that I knew it was her, I started to wonder how I could capitalize on this situation. I knew if it by some chance was NOT her, I would be taking a huge risk, but if it was indeed her...
We finished our smoke, climbed back into the truck and cleared the hospital. Dispatch sent us to a half-way standby point between two other stations. I drove us to a secret spot I knew at the end of a cul de sac with no houses nearby, put the truck in park and shut it down.
I leaned my seat back a little and got comfy, knowing we might be there for a little while. Leah was fidgety and couldn't seem to get comfortable; she kept changing positions. I was enjoying watching her move from behind my sunglasses as she finally settled into a position that didn't look too comfy, but she seemed happy with it. She had completely turned around backwards with her shoulders against the dash, her ass on the edge of the seat and her legs stretched up against the back of the seat. The view was incredible! With the snug fit of her cargos and the position she was in, I could see just about every swell and curve of her ass and crotch. My mouth started watering again and I couldn't help but stare.
Even though I had sunglasses on, she caught me looking.
"What are you staring at?" She asked with a slight smile on her lips.
I could feel my cheeks getting hot and knew I was busted. I slid the glasses down my nose to look over the top of them and answered, "You know, in that position there is actually room for me to fit if I were sitting in the seat normally".
She allowed her gaze to drop down my body, pausing at my crotch, while she replied, "Do you really think so? You're kinda big "
"Maybe, maybe not, but it sure would be fun to try!" But before we could even go any further, the radio crackled to life.
"Dispatch for Medic 3" came across loud and clear.
I keyed up the mic and replied, "Medic 3"
"Medic 3, you are released from standby, you are clear to return to station"
"10-4" I replied as Leah straightened herself out and put on her seatbelt.
I turned the key, warmed up the glow plugs and fired the engine.
The 10 minute drive back to our station had my mind, and my pulse racing.