Stress Relief

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The waiter returned bearing their food, but Christie remained in Matt's arms and lap until he asked if she was going to move or have him feed her. She was tempted to remain where she was, but was also starving too much to wait to be fed. Reluctantly she slid off his lap and returned to her seat.

Having had no real time to prepare for dinner, she hadn't put on the double-sided tape that would have kept her dress top more demure. Instead, as she leaned forward over the table to prevent dripping anything on her dress-or down her cleavage!-the side panels of her dress draped away from her body. Multiple times she noticed Matt looking at it. Several of those times, her free hand instinctively went to press the dress against her body to shield herself from view, but mostly she either refrained or stopped before hiding her breasts from him. If this was the look he wanted, she was going to give it to him.

 

[susurrus]

If Christie had requested I feed her, I’d have gladly done that for her. However, after several long seconds, she grudgingly slipped off my lap and positioned herself before her plate.

Once I’d seen her take her first bite, I turned to my own dinner and began to eat. Again and again, I saw her try to cover her tits as it seemed each movement she made threatened to reveal them to the whole place. I didn’t turn my gaze away from what she was revealing. As I chewed, I returned my attention to my wife and the luscious show she was giving me. Eventually, she gave up trying to keep herself covered and just let me watch. It was the best dinner show I could remember ever having.

The meal was quiet. Not a lot of conversation was had. I wasn’t sure what to say to ease Christie’s mind regarding what was bothering her, and she didn’t seem to want to discuss it, at least not in such a public place. It was far different from the let-it-all-hang-out way we were conducting ourselves when we first arrived.

We were both nearly finished with our meals, when I heard a commotion just around the corner from where our table stood. The handle of an aluminum cane fell into view and the distinct sound of a human body collapsing to the floor reached us, followed by the gasp of, “Gerald!” and “Grandpa!” A scramble just out of view indicated employees were rushing in to help the person who had just fell.

I looked over to my wife in alarm...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was beginning to become aroused again at Matt's blatant watching through the gap in her dress when the crash and cries came. Without thinking, she dropped her fork and rushed around the corner to discover an elderly man sprawled mostly on his side in the aisle.

Years of training and experience kicked in, the motions fluid and without conscious thought. She rolled the man's torso flat on the floor and knelt at his side, two fingers feeling for a carotid pulse, her cheek feeling for breath, her eyes looking down his body for chest rise indicating breathing.

"Did he appear to be choking before he collapsed?" she asked loudly, only half her mind listening for the answer. Having found no pulse, her hands found the CPR position on the lower center of the man's chest and she started pumping. "If there's an AED here, I need it. Someone else call for the ambulance" she instructed loudly. She glanced around and saw a member of the wait staff standing in shock. "If you've got a CPR mask here, grab it. Otherwise, grab me a plastic bag and put a hole in it." Once again she glanced around. "If anyone else here knows CPR, step up now!"

Christie administered the standard 30 compressions, then opened the man's mouth. She didn't see any food in there, but without a barrier device-however improvised-she wasn't doing mouth-to-mouth respirations. As she resumed CPR, she became painfully aware of her nearly bare breasts bouncing beneath her dress. Always before when involved in a reauscitstion attempt she'd had on a sports bra, and wished for one now. She didn't feel well endowed, but the jiggling wasn't particularly comfortable, plus would have been at least some coverage during her efforts. She was also aware that her skirt was progressively working its way up to bunch around her waist.

By the time the next 30 compressions were completed, the manager had arrived with the CPR kit. She continued compressions while he applied the device, then hit the "Analyze" button. She was relieved to see a pocket mask in the kit, and placed it beside the fallen man's head and asked if the manager knew CPR. The computerized device voice gave the announcement "Shock advised", and she out the manager's hands in the correct position on the man's chest and coached him through performing CPR while she charged the defibrillator. As it did so, she moved towards the man's head and knelt there. Once the machine warbled that it had charged, she cleared the manager from the patient and hit the "Shock" button on the AED.

"Back to CPR," she instructed the manager. "Count out loud each comoression, and when you get to 30 stop until I get 2 breaths in him. Then you're going to do another 30 compressions. We're going to do that exact same process 5 times, then we'll check the AED again. Understood?" When the manager nodded in the affirmative and began counting, she looked around again. "If anyone else knows CPR, now's the time to step up!" she announced to the steadily increasing crowd. "Doing this is super tiring, and I'll take all the help I can get." Her heaving chest silently spoke to the effort she'd already put in, and a young woman squeezed her way through the crowd announcing that she had taken CPR courses before but had never done it on an actual person.

"Not a problem," Christie reassured her. "It's a lot like the classes. Plus I'll be here coaching you through it. When we next analyze, you're going to start doing CPR until the next analyze pause, which will be 2 minutes after. Then I'll take over again, then the manager, then you. We'll keep up that rotation until the ambulance gets here. Understood?" She glanced at both the woman and the manager to make sure of their acquiescence, then the manager reached the 30 compression point. Christie placed the mask on the patient and pulled his jaw up into the mask and gave a cautious breath. She saw his chest rise and ruled out choking, gave a pause for a few seconds, then administered the second breath.

"Ok, back on CPR," she directed. They cycled through the young woman giving compressions with Christie coaching her, as well as coaching the manager through giving the rescue breaths before the ambulance crew and fire department arrived to take over. That meant 6 minutes of CPR and 2 defibrillation attempts. As the crew was hooking up an actual cardiac monitor, she reported her efforts to one of the medics on the response team as she moved out of their way. Quickly, the cardiac tracing was twisting it's way across the monitor screen, confirming visually thst the patient was experiencing pulseless ventricular tachycardia. The team defibrillated again, resumed compressions while an IV was started, a dose of epinephrine given, then rapidly moved the patient to the stretcher and headed for the door.

 

[susurrus]

Christie looked back at me with a look that I believe mirrored my own, but it was replaced almost immediately by one of grim determination, and she practically flew out of her seat and around the corner to see what had happened.

When I finally managed to get on the scene, Christie was asking questions, making preparations and shouting orders. I've had CPR classes before, so I knew the basics. It was obvious that Christie knew one hell of a lot more.

No one questioned the woman in skimpy dress. I could tell everyone else had only a rudimentary idea what to do. It probably would have been a few minutes before somebody called an ambulance if she hadn't delegated it to someone, leaving no room for him to question or back out.

When CPR began in earnest, I only remotely noticed the way Christie's breasts bobbed and wobbled as she gave the man compressions. She was also likely giving anybody who might be standing behind her a show. A couple people noticed just that and moved out of view. A little girl saw that the lady who was helping the old man had forgotten her underwear and stepped up behind Christie to hide that fact from other people.

My god, watching my wife at work was incredible. If I’d had any doubt that my Christie was an honest-to-goodness hero (I didn’t), that would have been dispelled completely after seeing her in action. It literally brought tears to my eyes.

If it had come to it, I’d have volunteered for helping with compressions when the request was made, but my training is several years out of date, so I held back. There were plenty of others ready to help, so it appeared it was covered.

I’m not sure how long it took for the paramedics to arrive, but while it was probably only fifteen minutes or so, I’m sure it seemed much longer for those people who were on the floor, working to keep a stranger alive.

Eventually, the man was wheeled to the ambulance and it left in a scream of sirens and flash of lights.

For several heartbeats, the entire restaurant was silent. Everybody just stood and stared at one another. When that silence was broken, it was to a thunder of applause, all aimed at my Christie. I couldn’t help myself. I joined in, tears of awe and pride streaming down my face.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie hadn't neglected adjusting her dress back properly when she'd moved out of the way. As the team left, Christie became suddenly self-conscious of the way she'd ordered people around and shyly made her way through the crowd and back to her husband. She was also slightly embarrassed over having exposed so much of herself during the resuscitstion efforts, but Matt seemed to be proud of her. He welcomed her back amd wrapped his arms around her, his face pressing against her hair.

 

[susurrus]

Christie stood in the circle of enthusiastic accolade quite sheepishly. I could tell she was both gratified as well as embarrassed. She had no reason for the latter. What she'd done had been astounding. After about twenty seconds, she started pushing her way through the crowd, looking for me.
When she saw me there, she rushed into my arms.

I took her gladly. The pride I'd felt as she plied her trade to help a total stranger hadn't left me. I held her tight and buried my face in her hair as I gushed:

"That was incredible. I mean, I've seen that kind of thing on television and the movies, but for real? My god. You are a true hero, and I'll punch the lights out of anybody who wants to argue.

"Good God, I love you."

With that, I turned Christie's face to mine and kissed her long and hard. Speaking of hard, my cock was like steel right then. I was so turned on by what I'd just witnessed.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie surrendered readily to Matt's kiss, but demurred his praise-what she'd done wasn't heroic, it was commonplace and rather simple once it had been done a few times.

As Matt broke the kiss, she became embarrassed once more at the attention they were getting. The embarrassment though was more over the way everyone was going on about what she'd done, with only a few scattered remarks about what she'd been wearing (or not) while she was doing it. Her reticence was more on the fairly routine efforts in which she'd engaged, and she oushed Matt back around the corner where they could be semi-alone once more.

As they took their seats once more, a degree of levity washed over her. "I was going to say that it wasn't that big a deal," she chuckled, "but I do suppose that it's not every day a woman dressed by her husband like a slut puts on a CPR strip tease in public!" She glanced wryly at Matt to gauge his reaction.

 

[susurrus]

Matt was fine with Christie's wanting to get out of view of the crowd, so he followed willingly when she grabbed his hand and led her back to their table.

However, when she tried to shrug off what she'd done, he reminded her: "What you did might not be a big deal to you, but you have to remember what it meant to that man, and especially the people he was with, who he meant a lot to. They didn't judge you by what you were wearing, but when you took the situation by the throat and started acting like you knew what to do, they let you, even though they had no idea who you were. What you did was important, and not everybody would have been able, or willing, to do what you just did. And regardless what you were wearing, knowing who it was doing it meant a lot to me."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie's eyes laughed at Matt even as she appreciated his efforts to convey his sincerity.

"I'm aware," she said softly, her eyes still smiling at him before becoming more brooding. "We've been allowing family at the bedside during resuscitations for a few years now so they can better understand not only what is going on, but see first-hand how it affects both their loved one and us. Until this stupid pandemic hit-then it went back to the way it used to be. Families not seeing how pointless so many of these codes were, patients dying without their loved ones able to say goodbye right away... That's why so many nurses are quitting either bedside nursing, or nursing altogether. It's frustrating."

Christie lapsed into silence for several long moments while she toyed with her food, her mind wandering. Finally she glanced up at her husband apologetically. "Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to rant. Tonight was supposed to be all about everything NOT related to work, and I ruined that..."

 

[susurrus]

I let Christie vent. The frustration the last year had instilled in a great many of the medical community seemed to run double through her. When she apologized for having brought her work into our "not work" evening, I told her:

"Considering what could have happened with that man, I have no problem whatsoever with you bringing work into our evening. You gave him a chance, where it's possible he could have died right here, if you'd have just done nothing. I'm good with it. In fact, I'd probably have been disappointed in you if you had just sat here and watched. It's okay. It's what you do, and as I've told you, I'm proud of you for it.

The remainder of my meal was stone cold. I was sure Christie's was, too. Fortunately, there wasn't much left on either of our plates. When we saw our waiter again, he was accompanied by an older gentleman, who happened to be the owner of the restaurant. He thanked Christie profusely for her quick action with the situation, and offered us new entrees to make up for the ones ruined by the time that passed taking care of the emergency.

I thanked the man, but told him that by this time, I was hungry for only one thing, and turned a glance toward my wife.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie blushed at Matt's implication that he was hungry for her, and turned even more crimson at the idea that both the men standing at their table had probably seen her most intimate parts. The scenario began to stimulate the excitement that she had been feeling all evening, even though it had waned away due to the recent event.

Trying to nod with a semblence of propriety, she agreed with Matt that she was no longer hungry for food. The manager stated that he would take care of their meals, but drew the waiter aside for a moment to speak to him. Christie took the opportunity to lean over to her husband.

"I think we should be generous with the tip tonight," she suggested. "We don't want the waiter to feel stiffed, and since we don't have to pay, we have a little extra anyways...and I'll make it up to you..."

She tried her best for a sexy wink at Matt as she drew back upright.

 

[susurrus]

When we were told our dinners were taken care of, Christie and I both thanked the manager profusely. The waiter was still being very respectful and didn't make his interest in my wife too overt. His boss wasn't quite so successful on that account. He didn't out-and-out stare, but he just paid more attention than his younger counterpart did.

When the two gentlemen left, Christie suggested we leave a bigger tip than we would have. Her comment was: "We don't want the waiter to feel stiffed." She followed it with a promise to make it up to me.

Well, I'd intended to leave a reasonable tip anyway. I mean, we'd been treated well, and the young man had had to have kept the show he was getting from his colleagues, because we hadn't been bothered by anyone else all night. If he'd been blabbing to the rest of his co-workers, I had a hard time believing we wouldn't have had at least a couple rubberneckers to see the sex show in the corner.

I smiled at Christie. "I think our waiter has been stiff a good portion of the evening. He's had plenty of reason to be." At Christie's blush, I laughed lightly. "I think he's had almost as much fun as we have. I also think he's kept it to himself, though, because we haven't had any other visitors all night. Of course, after what happened a little bit ago, the secret's probably out.

"We can stay and see what kind of attention we get now, or we can go home and I can cash in on that promise you just made me. Whattya say, O sexiest hero this town has ever seen?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Although she demurred the "hero" portion of Matt's compliment, his use of the term "sex show" and reminder that she'd flashed the entire restaurant-as well as had probably excited their waiter- both embarrassed and excited Christie. She suddenly wished that they were in a booth so that she could cuddle up against her husband while he controlled the "show".

"Why don't you have the manager buy me dessert, and I'll be your plaything while we eat it," she told Matt, making up her mind. "I'll act out whatever your perverted mind comes up with while we eat it." Her thighs once again began to feel slick with speaking her acquiescence to Matt's desires for her.

 

[susurrus]

I could tell my "hero" comment felt like too much to Christie. She didn't think of herself that way. In her mind, she was just doing the job she was trained for, that of saving people.

She then mentioned dessert and told me I could play with her while we ate. My cock went hard once again at the implication. Of course with that statement, my mind went blank as far as what I would have Christie do or what I'd do to her, but nevertheless, I nodded, hoping something would come to mind.

The next time the waiter came around, I asked him if dessert was included in that offer of the bill being paid. He shrugged and told me he didn't see why it wouldn't be, so I ordered and let him go fetch.

As he retreated, I turned to my sexy wife. "Alright now. Hike up that skirt and sit your bare ass on the seat. Once you've got that done, start rubbing your clit."

 

[fnchristie81]

At Matt's order, Christie blanched a bit, but only hesitated a moment before hiking her skirt up then bouncing to get it over her derrière. As she hit the warmed seat again, her clitoris was already peaking out of its hood at Matt's tone and orders. Normally, while far from perfunctory, their sex life was based on mutual respect and satisfaction. Either of them ordering the other was far, FAR outside their mutual experiences thus far, and she was turned on by the sudden change up.

Turning her seat a bit sideways for ease, she rested the leg closest to Matt across his leg, crooking it a bit and slouching slightly in her seat. With that, one hand reached down and started swirling through the wetness that had been leaking from her before going up and circling her pleasure button. A soft moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered at the sensation and experience of masturbating in public.

 

[susurrus]

I could only sit there in awe when Christie did exactly what I told her, no protest or hesitation. Her hands were hidden from view, at least from anyone standing in front of us, but there was no hiding what she was doing. Fuck, but she was horny and sexy and gorgeous.

While I could barely take my eyes off her and what she was doing - at my order - I saw our waiter start to turn the corner and held my hand over hers. I'm sure she'd have just kept going, even with him standing before us, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be quite that overt. Still, there was little doubt he could tell what was going on. I saw a glint of recognition in his eyes and a small smile came to his lips as he placed the plate with the dessert I'd ordered on the table between us both. He lingered a couple beats longer than he had to before straightening, getting another good eyeful of Christie's cleavage and tracing her arm down as far as he could, to try and see where her hand actually was.

Yes, the guy was getting bolder the longer we stayed, but that was part of the game, wasn't it? Before he turned to leave, I asked if he had an extra napkin handy. With a polite smile, he reached to his pocket and produced another of the cloth napkins the place used.

He then asked if there was anything else we needed and I assured him we were in good hands, and thank you for such excellent, discreet service. His smile got even broader, and he commented that it was his distinct pleasure, we were the highlight of his evening, and that there was no hurry. He then turned and left us to our dessert

When he was back out of sight, I told Christie, "Lift your butt," placed the new napkin under her, then had her sit again.

"Continue," I ordered, then picked up the fork and began to eat the dessert, sharing it with my beautiful, sexy wife.

 

[fnchristie81]

Having been on edge all evening since before leaving for the restaurant, Christie was quickly on the precipice of an orgasm when suddenly Matt's hand closed over hers. She let out a small groan of frustration that was quickly bit off when thejr waiter suddenly appeared in front of them.

After depositing their dessert, he seemed to linger longer than previously, although that could just have been Christie's denial welling up. She half looked up at him, her chin just coming level, mouth slightly open, eyes raising the rest of the way, and caught him checking her out with a small smile. She heard him say that serving them was his pleasure, and flushed at the thought of being "serviced" by him.

Finally, the young man left, and Matt told her to lift her rear. Planting her foot against the floor, she pushed a bit, which raised her butt several inches off the seat. She felt Matt whip a napkin beneath her onto the seat.

"Continue," was Matt's softly spoken order. Christie's fingertip immediately started flying around her clit, causing her to emit a whimper of pleasure and causing her eyes to clamp shut.

 

[susurrus]

Without a word, Christie went back to work on her clit. For a minute or more, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was lost in the forbidden pleasure of self-loving in such a public place, and I loved it.

Eventually I tore my eyes from the incredible show happening beside me and turned to the almost-but-not-quite-as-delectable-looking-as-my-wife dessert I'd ordered.

The first bite was heavenly. I prepared another bite of the delicious sweet and said, "Baby, you don't have to stop what you're doing, but I really think you should at least try some of this."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie missed a full half of what Matt had said, only catching "stop what you're doing, but I really think you should at least try some of this". The pauses were getting aggravating, she was so close. She stilled her hand, but kept her finger on her sensitive nub as she leaned over to accept the dainty bite from Matt's proffered fork.

The dessert was sweet without being offensively so, and washed over her tongue. Rather than chew, she mostly allowed it to dissolve, speeding the process slightly by mashing it around with her tongue. In another situation, she'd have savored the dish over the next half hour, but at the moment she was equally focused on the release that kept being denied her.

 

[susurrus]

It was astounding - and erotically so - that Christie was doing my bidding so willingly. I'd seen her building toward orgasm and tumbling over the edge enough times that I could tell she was close when I offered a taste of my dessert. The brief scowl that appeared on her face before her eyes actually opened told me of her annoyance at being interrupted yet again.

Her hand stopped moving, yet never left her crotch as she obediently leaned in and closed her lips over my offering. My eyes were intent on those lips, and I couldn't help but imagine them closed over the head of my cock.

Christie savored the morsel slowly, but it was pretty obvious that the majority of her attention was still centered between her legs and the pleasure I'd brought to a halt.

While Christie let the bite of dessert melt in her mouth, I got the attention of our waiter and asked him to box up the rest and to bring the check. He kept casting glances in Christie's direction, and I could tell he was disappointed that the highlight of his night - if not the entire month - was soon to be leaving.

He wasted no time, though, and soon I had the bill paid, the waiter tipped and was helping my oh-so-sexy wife out of her seat...

 

[fnchristie81]

As the sweet treat dissolved in her mouth, Christie was idly teasing her clit, keeping herself on edge. Matt apparently made up his mind that he was ready to leave though, and was soon asking for a box for the remainder of their dessert and the bill. The process took only a few moments, then her husband was assisting her out of her seat.

Having been told to hike up her skirt earlier, Christie tried to be as demure as possible tugging it back down to it's proper position as she incrementally moved out of her seat. She wasn't sure if she'd accidentally flashed anyone as she slowly rose, but didn't think so. As Matt guided her towards the door, she became aware of her juices creeping further and further down her thighs and prayed both that her skirt was long enough to hide it, and also that if iit weren't that it at least wouldn't be noticeable.

 

[susurrus]

I could tell Christie was frustrated at not being allowed to cum, especially after having let herself give in to the situation like she had. However, I'd kind of gotten tired of sharing her for the moment, and really was aching to get my hard-on free of its confinement.

Christie was very careful about how she slid from her chair. Part of me was surprised she didn't just slide right out on the floor, from all the fluids her pussy must have been discharging. However, she smoothed her dress out and over her ass as discreetly as possible, so as not to give any more of a show than she already had as she stood.

When I slipped my arm around Christie to steady her, I felt the tension in her body. She practically vibrated. The look on her face was a mixture of hazy bliss and frustrated fury. The lady was horny, and I'd stopped her on the brink of orgasm.

Once I was sure my beautiful wife was okay, I held my elbow to her and proudly led her from the restaurant, as our waiter looked on wistfully...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie could feel at least one pair of eyes on her as Matt led her out of the restaurant. On one hand, their departure wasn't any too soon-she was ready to jump Matt at the first available opportunity.

On the other, she'd been held so close for so long, she was spasming inside, and uncomfortable. Just being allowed to finish herself off would have greatly reduced what was going to turn into actual pain if not alleviated soon.

 

[susurrus]

Once we passed through the gauntlet of appraising and occasionally judgmental eyes and stood in the cooler open air, I told Christie to wait by the entry while I got the car, so she wouldn't have to make the trek in her heels.

I hurried without running and within two minutes was pulling up in front of the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. With a smile I helped her into the car and we were on our way.

Christie was quiet, and didn't look too comfortable.

"You okay, baby?" I asked. "You don't look like you feel real good right now."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie looked askance at Matt, unable to determine if he were teasing or serious. Men's cluelessness was often amusing, but often equally as frustrating, and she was feeling both extremes at the moment.

Christie reached over and began lightly tracing her fingers within Matt's crotch, focusing on his increasing hardness beneath his slacks.

"I've been teased within an inch of my life tonight dear," she purred at him. "Girls need a release before too long too, just like guys. So I'd be very cautious in what you decide you want to do and say next if I were you..."

As Matt continued to elongate and stiffen beneath her fingertips, her hand began to apply increasing pressure. Leaning over, she allowed one of the straps of the top of her dress to slip off her shoulder, exposing a good bit of her breast to him teasingly.

"After all, it'd be equally uncomfortable for you to have to go to bed without the release I'm sure YOU need as well," she finished as she nipped at his ear before settling back in her seat, leaving thenstrap hanging at her upper arm, her hamd still teasing her husband.