[Disclaimer: This is a universe that looks a lot like our own, but make no mistake - it isn't. In this universe, consent for the following acts can be given by way of a medical alert card, just like it can for CPR, etc., in ours.
Sit back, relax, and suspend belief for a moment in this world where sex is far less taboo in public spaces than you may be used to. While our characters break a sweat, you don't have to lift a finger... unless, of course, you want to.]
Harlan rubbed his temples. He was almost done with a 24 hour shift as a firefighter/paramedic, and this one had felt exceptionally long. It had been busy, but mostly just with stupid stuff. The last call was to an elderly man who called 911 whenever he lost his remote, which was frequently. What a waste of his time and taxpayer money. At least it was easy. The man was sitting right on it.
The 30 year-old rolled up his long sleeve over a brawny left forearm to inspect a small cut, sustained when he rescued that last cat out of a tree. He shook his head thinking about how the strength he had spent years building in the gym to rescue people out of burning buildings was often wasted on getting animals - that could clearly climb and/or jump all by themselves - out of trees.
He and his partner were in their ambulance, almost back to the station, when another call came through. An individual had collapsed outside the jewelry store nearby. No sign of an assailant, but the person was reportedly in medical distress. The lights and sirens were on for about 5 minutes before they pulled up to the location, where a young woman with long, dark hair was lying on the ground.
Harlan wasn't driving today and he was the first to jump out of the ambulance and rush to her. A couple of frantic looking people stood around, appearing helpless and confused. The firefighter noticed that the patient was breathing raggedly through parted red lips and moving slightly on the ground. He took her pulse. Very slow and weak. Beads of sweat glistened along her brow and at her sternum, where the buttons of her pink blouse stopped, just between her breasts.
It was clear that CPR wasn't necessary, and they could probably put her in the ambulance and rush her to the hospital... but something stuck out in Harlan's memory that made him pause. He dumped out her purse. That's it! He knew it. One more thing before he could take action. Fortunately, he found what he was looking for in her wallet: her ID, stating she will allow any means necessary for resuscitation. Her name, he saw, was Emma.
"Jake, this is going to be an unusual procedure. Remember learning about IVS?"
Jake had jumped out of the ambulance and was walking toward Harlan. Upon hearing "IVS" he stopped short, almost tripping over the curb. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, I'm certain." He pointed at something in the pile of stuff from the purse. "That shit is fucking with her nervous system and it's only a matter of time before it's too late. Get your gloves on and I'll grab a pillow."
Jake made a gulping sound, but nodded. Harlan knew neither of them had had to perform this in the field before, but they were trained to be ready for anything. Moving quickly now, the broad-shouldered EMT gently tucked the pillow underneath the woman's wavy brown hair, and took note that her movements were gradually becoming more frantic. "Okay, Jake, you get her started and I'll see if I can get the onlookers to give us some space."
Jake knelt at the lady's side and took her delicate hand in his large, calloused one. "Ma'am, if you can hear me, I want you to know that we are professionals, and we're here to help you. We have to start immediate intravaginal stimulation to reset your nervous system."
A small moan escaped the woman's lips, followed by a soft, "help... me..." as her fingers curled and uncurled around his.
As Harlan moved around the perimeter, asking the handful of people standing around to move along, Jake put a glove on his right hand, slid his hand under Emma's skirt, and worked two of his fingers inside. The best the taller, darker-haired firefighter could do was get the onlookers to back up several feet, but he figured that was better than nothing without more help. He returned to his partner, who was now thrusting two fingers deep into her cavity at a steady pace. He was also visually assessing her response as they had been trained to do, and Harlan thought she appeared to be responding well.
Despite the medical nature of this emergency procedure, positive signs from the patient are notably similar to those of sexual arousal, Harlan recalled. In line with his personal experience with, well, witnessing feminine pleasure, Emma was starting to buck her hips into Jake's large hand, and was digging her nails into his forearms. She moaned softly, but was still not directly responding to questions or speaking coherently.
Harlan was worried for the patient, but the sight of her arching back and perky round breasts pressing upward into her low-cut button up shirt was starting to get him worked up. He felt a slight increase in pressure in the front of his pants as Emma grinded into Jake's fingers and emitted little whimpers.
After about 10 minutes of nonstop thrusting on Jake's part, he called over to Harlan. "Hey man, I can see that she has made it past the first phase, her eyes are starting to open a little and she is saying a few more words here and there, but I'm pretty sure we should be on phase two by now."
"You're right," Harlan said, stepping closer to examine Emma's face. She looked up at him for a moment with deep blue eyes and gave him a little smile. "Means we probably have to provide deeper stimulation to the nervous system." He looked over at Jake, whose right arm was starting to slow down as he contemplated this. Harlan knew from his training that the vagina, specifically the G-spot, contains the perfect density of blood vessels and sensory nerves. In a case like this one, deep stimulation of this area is the quickest and most effective way to reset the nervous system.
"I'm not entirely sure I can do this part, Harlan. My arm is starting to cramp and I think my old hip injury is not gonna let me get in that position," he said, with a twinge of rue in his voice. He pulled away from the woman and took off his glove.
Harlan tried not to smile, but he was already rolling up his sleeves. As he pulled out a condom from his medical kit - safety first, of course - he glanced around. There were even more people standing around than before, at a decent distance away, but all appearing very curious to see what was going on. Given that there were only two of them here at the moment, however, there was not much they could really do to shoo them away.
Oh well, no time to lose. Harlan undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his already half-hard cock. It took only about a minute to stroke it to full-mast. He hadn't had time to take care of himself much lately, but he also had to admit to himself, having an audience was actually a bit exhilarating.
Harlan knelt on the ground next to the pretty woman and put the condom on. She was still breathing heavily and made occasional jerking movements with her limbs, but she opened her eyes to look at the firefighter.
"It's going to be alright, miss," he said, taking her hand. "I'm a trained professional and am going to get you through this."
She nodded, before closing her eyes again. He needed to get going in order to make sure she was safe. Harlan straddled her, grasped her slim waist, and rocked his hips to get his thick cock fully into her tight vaginal hole. Once he was deep inside her, he started slowly to assess her response. She was responding well - the erratic movements of Emma's arms and legs had already stopped.
Harlan built speed and force, and began to slam his cock into her warm and moistening cavity. Moments later, Emma's hands flew up to grasp his arms tightly and gasped.
"Miss, are you okay?" Harlan asked quickly, pausing his motion.
