For another version of this story, check out Third Time's the Charm: Her Story by infamousquail.
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It's an unusually warm, late October morning. Not sure why I woke up early, but I decide to ride my motorcycle into the station today. After all, the midwest doesn't allow for riding year round. Better take advantage of every opportunity to ride while I can. I go through my regular morning routine: shave, shower, scroll through Reddit and fantasize about all the beautiful women. Fuck, I get so horny when I see the women on there! But who am I kidding? Women like that wouldn't want anything to do with a forty-whatever-year-old firefighter.
I find myself ready to leave much earlier than normal. I figure maybe I'll stop at that bougie coffee shop and watch all the sexy business women and morning mommies get their café latte...frapa..I don't even know what that stuff is! Seems like a good way to spend my extra time. Besides, it's rig wash day. I could use the caffeine boost to get me through the morning.
As I pull up, the place is teeming with women. I get my large sugar with coffee and cream, find a nice corner table on the patio, and settle in for a morning game of "what I'd do to her." It didn't help that I'd already been creeping the women of Reddit earlier. I roll up with half a hard on. God, I love tight business skirts, but those yoga pants...thank you whoever invented the yoga pants!!! I can practically make out every detail on some of these women. I swear, they do that just to torture men! I can feel my cock getting harder from watching all the women pass through. I'd better get out of there before someone sees me staring from the corner with an erection. I don't want to have to explain that to the Chief!
I get up, awkwardly adjusting my more than slightly swollen dick to the side. As I start across the parking lot towards my bike, a white VW backs out in front of me, almost running my toes over! The car comes to an abrupt stop with the driver's window directly in front of me. As the driver rolls the window down, the scent of lavender and vanilla fills my nose. The smell sends goosebumps up the back of my neck almost instantly. I hear a woman's voice.
"I'm so sorry!" she says. As I look into the car, I see her blatantly staring directly at my still impressive bulge in my jeans. Not gonna lie, I got lucky with a good showing. It makes me smirk. I back up and bend down to look a little closer. Her long brown hair is blowing in the warm fall breeze. There's that smell again. It's her hair. I can't see her eyes behind her aviator sunglasses, but the way her mouth is open just a bit... she's sexy as fuck.
"I'm so sorry!" she blurts again as she sees me bending down. "I didn't see you. Are you ok?"
I'm ok now, I think to myself as I look down her blouse at her perfect cleavage. Thank god I have my mirrored sunglasses on! "I'm fine, thanks," I reply with my best attempt at a sexy smirk.
"Sorry," she says again as she backs the rest of the way out of the parking spot, practically peeling out. Then she's gone. I'm pretty sure there's a statistic out there about hot women in white VWs. It's almost a guarantee. But she got away like the rest of them.
I get to the station and get ready for another 24 hour shift. I hate rig wash day. It takes forever. I'd rather do anything else! 0730, roll call starts. Same old shit. Daily assignments, off duty reports, and the reminder of the dreaded rig wash.
"One more thing," the captain says. "We need someone to volunteer to go to the elementary school and talk to the kids about fire safety."
Before he can finish his sentence, I step forward to volunteer. Anything to get out of the station! "I'll do it!" It jumps off my tongue like I knew the assignment was coming.
I finish my vehicle check and throw on my buttoned down uniform shirt. It's a bit tighter than I remembered. That new workout has made my upper body fill in nicely! It's about time! Two other firefighters and I load up in the bureau car and head out. We wait outside the principal's office, like three kids that just got in trouble. The other two guys are fire nerds. Perfect. They can do all the talking. I'm just happy to be out.
The principal comes out and shows us to the first classroom we'd be giving the demonstration to. "Fifteen minutes, guys," he says. "You have four classes to do."
The first three go quickly. Kids stare at us like we're speaking a different language. The Lieutenant has no idea how to talk to kids. On our way to the last class, I convince him to let me take the next class.
