I've always loved a man in uniform. Firemen are the best, all hot, not afraid to get dirty. Plus, they play with big, powerful hoses. Mmmmm.
Anyway, I met Jack at the local fire station. I go there regularly to chat with the guys and drop off food. You know, anything to help my community. Well, Jack was new...a rookie. The veterans knew me and my thing for firemen, so they playfully warned him off. He didn't listen.
I invited him over to my house for a real meal one night. I was planning on steak and asked him how he liked it.
"Well done. Everything in my life is either on fire or burnt. I like my food the same way."
Hmm, interesting. I wondered how hot things would get.
So Friday night, he comes over straight from the fire station. Yes, still in uniform...and does he fill out a uniform! Jack could be a calendar fireman. He has these big arms and shoulders, that just makes you want to play helpless and lean on him. He's tall, about 6'3" or so. I never realized how tight his ass was until he bent over to play with my kitten. God, my heart nearly stopped. Hmmm, mouth to mouth is looking better and better.
Jack has red hair that matches the fire engine. He keeps it short and it gives him almost a boyish look. He has no facial hair as per regulations. Jack definitely looks boyish, and he has a dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. I totally think he's planning mischief. God, I hope so.
He has fuck me eyes. A smokey gray that darken when he's passionate about something. His lashes are sinful for a male. A nose that seems a little small for his face. A strong jaw that I want to plant kisses on. Oh and lips! This man had full lips that look like they're gonna pout any second. Total little boy look if he wanted.
Friday night, yea. Jack came over, still in uniform. First thing he does is ask if he can use my bathroom to change into something more comfortable. I pout for a second and then say "yea, sure."
I watch him disappear down the hall. Dinner is done so I'm setting it on the table when he's suddenly behind me. He spins me around and before I realize what he's doing, I'm over his shoulder. I've got this magnificent view of a gorgeous, bare ass. He's naked!
He's been moving while I've been ogling and then I'm being dropped on my bed. He lands on top of me a second later. I'm being kissed. His tongue does a duel with mine for a few minutes and then pulls out. He looks into my eyes for a second before he buries his face in my neck.
I don't realize my clothes are gone until I feel his hand on my skin, hot. I gasp at the feeling. He chuckles and then moves down to my breasts.
"Beautiful."
It's all he says before he buries his face in them, making me squirm as he licks and bites. He's rough, almost too rough. At one point he latches onto my breast suckling and it's too hard. He hurts. I try to push him away and instead my arms are captured. He uses one of his huge hands to hold my wrists above my head. He lifts his head enough to growl at me, "Don't deny me anything."
I stiffen, a touhc frightened, but then I can't think as he renews his relentless attack on my breasts. He shifts his weight and pulls my legs apart. He settles himself between them. His stomach is pressing against my pleasure. The weight of him is pushing, tantalizing my clit. Every breath he makes pulsates through me, driving me closer to the void.
My breasts are ravaged, red from his ministrations and I'm sure a little bruised. My nipples ache from his hard suckling, but I want more. I whimper when he stops and he chuckles. His free hand comes to one and begins to twirl my nipple. I feel the pleasure/pain as he squeezes harder and harder. My head is thrashing as I realize I'm getting closer to my orgasm. He stops when I whimper and then I nearly scream on frustration.
