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The morning sun streamed through my bedroom window, like a lover waking me up from my deep sleep. My body tingled from an arousing dream quickly escaping from my mind. My hardened nipples betrayed the dream’s attempt to get away unnoticed. The soft folds between my legs were moist with desire. I love waking up like this.I pushed the covers down, allowing the sun to bathe my body. My left hand instinctively moved up, under my old t-shirt while the long fingers of my right hand moved purposefully under the waistband of my panties, gently burying themselves into the waiting, moist, soft folds. My erect clit welcomed the tips of my fingers, ready for attention. I moaned as my mind tried to recapture the fading fantasy.The dream slowly evaporated, replaced by recent memories, flooding my mind. There was the unexpected night with Mark and his cakes. Then there was the “business” dinner with Dean, doing whatever my boss needed me to do to seal the deal. Dean will be doing business with my boss for the foreseeable future. Then there is Cliff. Thoughts of him instantly brought my body to the edge of climax.The pace of my breathing increased. Cold chills covered my body. My fingers plunged deep inside, knowing exactly what to do. My ass gently rocked the bed. The approaching climax quickly grew from the depths of my being. I moaned out loud, as the orgasm rolled over me like a wave. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I twisted my captive nipple with the fingers of my left hand, while my right knew exactly how to sustain the pleasant morning orgasm. Deep breaths took in the fresh morning air.My pussy was soaked, and so was the bed. The wake-up session only served to make me hornier. I wanted to be fucked. I stepped into the steamy shower, taking myself again with the shower head, my favorite toy. I put on a tight black tank top, blue panties and grey sports shorts that show off my long, fit legs. I put my long blond hair up in a ponytail.It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I had a great day planned. After a cup of coffee and quick breakfast, it was the perfect day to rollerblade to the large lakeside park, not far from my house. Afterward, I was going to meet up with friends for lunch and then hit the clubs that night with my friend Ashley. The way Ashley works a room full of men, I felt confident with my chances of ending the night with a great fuck.The sun called me outside with my rollerblades. Blading is a great way to stay in shape, be outside, and meet people. The speed and maneuverability of the blades is exhilarating. They make me feel free. I love the breath of the air on my face. I pulled on some long, bright green socks and my white inline skates. It was time to start the day.There is something fun, even arousing, about blading in the park. It makes me feel sexy, and, from the way others stare, I know I look sexy in a retro kind of way. Sometimes my skating is more casual, gliding through the paved pathways of the public space, taking in the sights of the park and people. Other times I love the feel of adrenaline coursing through my body by picking up speed and rounding turns.The sun was rising high, but the crowds were still low, as I arrived at the park. I turned down the more remote southwest path that encircles the lake. It made it nice to maneuver, without being congested with walkers, runners, cyclists or other skaters. It offered more freedom to blade backwards, to do spins and other maneuvers. The large lake was to my left, and thick woods hugged the pathway on the right. I felt like I was in my own world, enjoying a great start to the weekend. My confidence was high. I couldn’t help thinking that if the day started this well, I could only wonder how amazingly it was going to end. My mind wandered to the erotic possibilities, welcoming the arousal of anticipation.Abruptly, with my mind lost in fantasy, my skate caught a small, raised ridge in the pavement, torquing my ankle. My body launched into the air. “No!” I yelled, as the speed of my skating propelled me helplessly into the air toward the woods. Ankara bayan escort Sharp pain shot through my ankle, mid-air. My arms flailed like a windmill, before the rest of my body landed hard on the unforgiving dirt, knocking the wind out of me. I landed on my right side, ten feet from the path. My lower legs hit the ground first, further injuring my ankle. I gasped for air as the pain in my ankle shot up my leg.“Damn!” I said to myself. My ankle throbbed and swelled quickly, turning all kinds of colors. I laid there, assessing any other injuries. I felt some scrapes on my bare legs and arms. My tank top had a small tear, but I didn’t feel any other serious injuries. I tried to stand up, but my ankle wouldn’t allow any weight bearing. I was stuck.I laid there, waiting for someone to walk by, to help. I realized it would probably be a long time since this part of the path was so remote. I reached for my phone in my shorts pocket, but realized it wasn’t there. “No! No!” I repeated. I looked around and saw it in the dirt fifteen feet away, deeper into the woods. I crawled over to it and dialed 911.“911, what’s your emergency?” the voice on the other end of the phone answered. Her voice cut in and out, due to poor cell reception.“Um, I need help,” I said. My pain was suddenly coupled with embarrassment. “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up,” were the first words that came to my mind, but stopped from saying it out loud. “I’m in the park by the lake, on the southwest side. I was rollerblading and took a bad fall. I can’t get up.”“What’s your name?”“Katie.”“Last Name?”“Kingston. Katie Kingston. “Okay, Katie, what injuries do you have?”“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “My ankle, my leg. I can’t get up. It might be broken.”“Where are you on the path?”“I think around mile-marker seven, on the southwest side,” I answered.“Someone’s on the way,” the 911 dispatcher said. “Would you like me to stay on the line?”“No, that’s OK,” I answered, trying to limit the embarrassment. How the hell did I get myself in this situation?I laid there, frustrated and in pain. Not only was I injured, but with it, all the plans I had for the day – and night, vaporized. Who knows how long I’d be out of commission.A few minutes later, I heard my name being called out by an unfamiliar voice.“In here,” I said, just as I saw someone walking past the opening in the woods. He stopped and turned in.“Katie Kingston?” he asked.“Yes,” I answered, looking up at the handsome, uniformed police officer.“I’m officer Joey Holmes,” he said. “It looks like a bad fall. Are you okay?”“No,” I said, a bit frustrated. I wouldn’t have called 911 if I was okay. But, somehow the sight of him was good for a sore body. As horny as I had felt all morning, my mind automatically went to places it probably shouldn’t have.“Where are you hurt?” he asked, looking up and down my body. I could tell he was looking for more than my injuries.“My ankle,” I answered, dropping my eyes down to the multi-colored grapefruit-sized ball where my ankle used to be. “I think it might be broken.”“Looks bad,” he said, as he knelt down.I looked up at him. His nametag was right in front of me. It said “Holmes.” Something sounded familiar about his name: Joey Holmes. Then it dawned on me. Could this be my friend Ashley’s old boyfriend?“Wait, are you Ashley’s…?” I started to ask. My friend Ashley used to seriously date a cop named Joey Holmes.“Yes,” he interrupted, without me finishing the question. “I recognized your name when the call came in and responded. I’ve heard a lot about you from her,” he said. He gave a look like he knew a secret. “I mean, if half of what I’ve heard…” his voice trailed off.I blushed. I don’t know what Ashley told him, but even with her gift for exaggeration, I’m sure most of it was true. I looked up at him with my wide eyes. I could see why she was so attracted to him.“You have put yourself in quite a situation here, haven’t you?” His voice was suggestive. He looked back toward the secluded path, then Escort bayan Ankara back at me.I wondered what he meant by it. With as horny as I felt all morning, I half-hoped he was hitting on me. The other half of me felt awkward, knowing he was Ashley’s former fiancé.“I have,” I answered, offering a flirtatious smile. “I’m such a clutz.”“I just started my shift, but I know just the guys who can help,” he said.His comment was curious. What did he mean by that?Joey brought his hand to his police radio on the front of his shoulder and pressed the button, as his face turned toward it. “Dispatch, this is Officer Joey Holmes, Bravo 1269. Can you send ambo unit four to Lakeside path, mile-marker seven?”“Roger that, 1269. Unit four is almost 10-42, can send unit two.” “Negative,” Joey replied. “Need unit four.”“Roger that, 1269.”“Please have them radio for specifics.”“Will do. On their way.”Joey offered a devious smile. “Ambulance is on its way. You’re going to like these guys. They’re very good.”“Thank you.”“Now, let’s get this ankle elevated to help the swelling,” Joey said. “Just lay back on your back.” He knelt down on one knee by my feet, gently raising my ankle to rest on his raised knee.I watched his eyes intentionally move from my ankle, up my long, raised leg toward my small shorts. As his eyes moved higher, I realized the gap in the shorts offered a clear view of my pussy, barely covered by my small panties beneath. I blushed again. Joey made no attempt to hide his enjoyment of the view. He glanced up my body, then to my face, and back down to my pussy. Did it glisten back at him? My mind went again to places it shouldn’t have.In just seconds, Joey’s radio squawked, breaking my train of thought.“Bravo 1269, this is ambo unit four. On our way to your twenty. What do you have?”“A gift for you gentlemen,” Joey answered into his radio with another knowing smile at me. “I have a female, early-thirties, blond, five-ten, fit, slender, 34C, long legs. Took a spill rollerblading, and in need of thorough attention. Primary eleven-eighty, a broken or sprained ankle.”“Roger that,” the male voice replied over the radio.“Ten-forty-three, very good and willing.”“Ten-sixty-nine, Bravo 1269. ETA five minutes. We owe you one.”Joey smiled again. “You have no idea. 1269 out.”“What’s a ten-forty-three?” I asked.“Helpful information,” Joey answered, as he looked again down my long legs.In what seemed to be only seconds, two EMTs walked past the opening of the woods to the path.“In here, gentlemen,” Joey said.Two handsome, uniformed EMTs walked in, with a small gurney. The older of the two had a shaved head. His name tag said Bridges. The other looked to be mid-forties, with sandy blonde hair. His name tag read Davis. Both were just over six-feet tall and fit.“Hey Barry and Dan,” Joey said, welcoming them. “Here’s your patient, Katie Kingston.”The two looked me over as they stood next to Joey. I reciprocated, looking them over. It felt strange to be hidden in the remote woods at the center of attention, surrounded by the three handsome men in uniform.“Miss Kingston, I’m Barry and this is Dan. We’ll be taking very good care of you today,” the older one said with a smile.“One of Ashley’s friends,” Joey added, as if that meant something.“Where are you hurt?” Dan asked.“My ankle,” I answered. “It’s screaming at me.”“Let’s get a vacuum splint on that, and give you something for the pain,” Barry said. “Of course, we’ll also need to do a thorough exam.” “Okay, whatever you say,” I answered.“Do we have your willing consent for us to examine and treat you any way we deem necessary?”Surrounded by these three handsome men, and with the horniness I felt since waking up, my mind went immediately to a sultry place. Was he asking if they could have their way with me? My heart raced with desire, laced with nervousness. “Anything?” I asked, almost not realizing I verbalized my question out loud.All three men smiled. “Anything,” Barry replied, as the supervisor. “Your full, willing consent Bayan escort Ankara and cooperation.”“Yes,” I answered daringly, again, half-of-me wanting the pain to be treated; the other half, hoping they might treat other parts of my body needing attention. My conscience wanted to chastise me for even going there in my mind, but my horniness won out.Barry removed my skates and long green socks from both feet. Dan pulled a small, rubbery, plastic item out of their bag and wrapped it around my ankle. In seconds, it inflated, immobilizing my ankle. He strapped it on.“Let me give you some medication for the pain.”“That’d be great,” I answered.Dan pulled a small vial out of his bag and filled a sterile needle. He squirted some out, readying it for the injection. “I can give it in your arm, but recommend your ass,” he said. “It will get to where you need it more quickly. If you get on all fours, I can administer it.”I turned over obediently, offering the three of them a clear view of my ass.One of them pulled my small shorts down my legs, leaving my panties. I remained in position, unquestioning. The thin fabric covering both cheeks of my ass was moved in toward each other, turning my panties into a thong, completely baring my ass to them. The already-moist lips of my pussy were partially exposed.“Damn,” Barry said.Dan’s large hand caressed one cheek, then the other, followed by a spank.I squealed, surprised. “Hey!”“Just need to make sure there is good blood flow,” he lied, before spanking the other cheek. He spanked me again on both sides. “I think we’re just about there,” he said, before repeating the spanks.I whimpered again, secretly enjoying the spanking.“I think she likes it,” Barry said.Just then, I felt the shot go in.“That will help with the pain,” Dan reassured. “You can turn back over.”I stayed there for a couple seconds, feeling some light immediate effects of the medication.“I think she wants to be spanked some more,” Joey said.I didn’t deny it, hesitating another second or two before turning over. I pulled my shorts back up.“We’ll take you up to the ambo for the exam, and then take things from there, as we see fit,” Barry informed.I smiled, grateful for the initial pain relief already taking effect. “Okay,” I complied. “You boys know best.”“I think you guys can take it from here,” Joey said.Barry and Dan smiled back at Joey. “We’ve got this. Thanks, Joey.”“You’re welcome. She’s a livewire. Have fun.”The comments between them were growing less subtle.Barry and Dan knelt down on either side of me, instructing me to put my arms around their muscular necks. As they stood, they lifted me up and onto the stretcher. “Go ahead and lay back,” Barry said. I laid back, with each of them on either side of me.“We’ll need to strap you in, for your own safety,” Dan offered as the first wide straps were brought across my chest from both sides.I smiled, offering my consent. Their strong hands cinched me on top of the stretcher at my chest, waist and legs, just above my ankles. They transported me down the path and to the waiting ambulance, parked off to the furthest side of the parking lot. They opened the back doors and loaded me in, then closed the double doors. Barry sat in a captain’s chair at my head, and Dan on the bench next to me. I felt my heart race.“How’s your ankle feel?” Barry asked, sincerely.“Much better,” I answered. “Feeling good,” I said with a smile. My arm flipped over, putting my hand on Dan’s leg. I felt a slight high from the medication, but nothing beyond my own awareness and consciousness. “Thank you so much.”“Dispatch, this is ambo four,” Barry said, speaking into his radio.“Go ahead, ambo four.”“Patient is responsive and alert. Sprained ankle, splinted and will be released on her own recognizance. We are ten-forty-two.”“Ten-forty-two,” the voice over the radio repeated. “Roger, that.”“Ten-forty-two?” I asked.“Off-shift,” Dan answered, glancing up at Barry, before they both looked hungrily at me. “Now for that exam.”Barry moved to the bench across from Dan. He pulled his stethoscope out, put the buds in his years and placed the round receiver on the center of my chest. The location of the stethoscope meant his large hand cupped my right breast, unapologetically. His placement was to listen to my heart, but his eyes also looked at mine, as a test of my willingness. He offered a smile.
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