We sit around my house one day and we lay on the couch cuddling and kissing. I remember that I had to go up to the fire station to get some paperwork so I ask you if you want to come up with me. You come along with me.
As I walk into the office and you walk out onto the fire station bay floor.
You get to my locker and you start looking at my fire gear. You can smell the past fires I've been in on the gear. I walk over to you with the papers in my hands. I ask you if you'd like to try my gear on and you nod your head and smile with a shy look. I pull the boots and pants out of my locker and sit them on the floor in front of you. You step into the boots and then I reach down and start wiggling the pants up your body. I pull them up to your waist and then pull the suspenders up around your shoulders. You look down at yourself and realize how big the pants are and that your feet are much too small for the boots. You giggle and grin and look up at me. You find me staring at you with a grin of gold wrapped around my face. You ask me "what" and I shake my head.
I pull the coat out of the locker and wrap it around your shoulders as you guide your arms into it. I button and clasp the coat up. I pull my helmet out of the top of my locker and it falls on your head. I step back and look at you and giggle. The coat is hanging down past your knees and the helmet is flopping around on your head.
You look so cute.
I guide you into the bathroom so you can get a look of yourself in the mirror. You look at yourself and you begin to giggle with me.
You look at me through the mirror and ask me "ever fucked a firefighter before?"
I begin nibbling on your neck and undoing the suspenders from the back of the pants. The pants slip down some and I reach down and lower them farther, pushing them close to the ground. With the pants wrapped around the boots and your feet in the boots you can barely move. You're almost trapped inside.
My hands move down and unbutton your shorts and slide them down slowly, kissing and caressing you as the shorts slip down your legs. You are leaned over the sink and your face is almost pressed against the mirror. The smell of the fire on the coat fills your nose while my hands and tongue work your body. You feel chills running through you. You pull the helmet off of your head and throw it to the ground. I stop and look over at it, almost becoming upset but then turning and facing you while I'm kneeled down and your cute ass staring at me I forget about the helmet.