It probably sounds like the act of a woman obsessed, but I really did have some dry cleaning to pick up that following Monday and it was a gorgeous day so I decided to walk. And if that walk just happened to take me past the fire house, well…okay. Yes. Maybe I was a little obsessed. But all I was doing was walking, right?
Jack and another fireman hottie were outside washing down the pumper engine. I stopped and watched, dry mouthed, as they strained against their uniforms soaping down the truck. As luck would have it Jack’s companion got called into the station house for a phone call, leaving him alone at his work.
“Is that a fire engine in your garage or are you just happy to see me.” I teased, walking up to where he stood working.
Jack chuckled. “What brings you by?” He tossed the sponge into the bucket and focused his full attention on me.
I shook the Cleaners bag hanging off my finger. “It was such a nice day I decided to walk.”
“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t buying my excuse either. “I thought for sure you came down here to wrap you legs around my big, shiny pole and slowly slide down it.”
I grinned and stood on my tiptoes to peer over his shoulder into the station, looking for the pole in question. “Ooh…can I?” My chest brushed against his arm briefly and I heard him moan quietly.
“Only if you promise to make it as wet as you made my fingers the other night.” He agreed in an urgent whisper.
“Wetter.”
“Yo, Jack. I thought I was gone long enough that you would’ve finished up.” A voice called from around the back of the engine.
I stepped back just before we were joined by the other fireman. “Well okay, that’s an absolutely acceptable reason to drop everything.” He was younger than Jack, but just as hot. Actually, I’m under the firm belief that there is no such thing as a non-hot fireman. “Kenny Cafferty at your service, ma’am.” He said with a friendly smile, extending his hand to me. Oh yeah, definitely no such thing as non-hot fireman.
Amused by his obvious interest, Jack introduced me. “This is my neighbor Angela.”
“You live in a very beautiful neighborhood, my friend.” Kenny shook my hand enthusiastically.
I laughed brightly, wondering why I had waited so long to visit this station house full of lusty, strapping men. “And all of us supermodel-types just love to fawn over you hunky firemen-types.” I teased, winking at Jack meaningfully.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” The younger man said on a sigh.
Funny. I was just thinking the same thing myself. Or at least that I had died and woke up in some sex-pot’s body.
“Any houses for sale there?” Kenny added hopefully.
“What? And have to share this bounty with you?” Jack slid his arm over my shoulder possessively. “Find your own super-models, junior.”
I decided it would be best for me to leave now before I ended up fucking one, if not both of them on top of Phil’s freshly cleaned suits. “I’d love to stay, but I have to get back to super-model land now and get ready for that all night orgy.”
Kenny whimpered mournfully. “It was a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He shook my hand again and added with a grin, “And if there’s every anything that the old man here can’t do for you…anything…just give me a call.”
Oh yeah. Heaven. “You’ve got it, hun.” I promised, putting a little extra wiggle into my walk as I continued on my way.
******
I didn’t see Jack again until the end of that week. I thought that maybe I had overstepped my boundaries at the fire house earlier this week and forced myself to back off some. But with uncanny timing he was on his way out of my house when I got home that morning and I couldn’t avoid him any longer.
“I was about to take a break.” He explained, motioning his head to the garage. “Care to join me?”
I am a weak, weak woman. “Sure.” Weak and unable to even come up with some paltry excuse why I shouldn’t.
He pulled two cigarettes out of the pack and held one out to me with a wink. “Unless, of course, there’s something else of mine you’d rather wrap your lips around this morning.”
“Ohh, which to choose?” I took the cigarette he offered and tapped it against my lower lip thoughtfully. “Can’t I have both?”
Jack laughed and held the lighter out for me. “I think I owe you an apology.” I said after luxuriating in the first inhale. “I might have been a little out of line the other morning at the station.”
“Nah. Not at all.” Jack shook his head, watching the smoke swirl from the tip of his cigarette. “But you had Kenny in a tizzy all day. He even offered to work for me for free if I’d just help him out with you.”
“No way.” I said in disbelief.
“Oh yeah.” He leaned closer and brushed his finger over my cheek. “Hell, I spent the rest of that day trying to decide whether it would be hotter fucking you myself or watching Kenny fuck you.”
My mouth hung open and he took advantage of the opportunity to rub his thumb along my lower lip. “You wanna watch?”
“Watching you cum last Saturday was so fucking
hot
.” Jack’s hand proceeded southward in a lazy exploration of my neck and shoulders. “Then again, feeling your pussy tighten around my finger was hot too…and it will be even more incredible feeling you clench down on my cock like that.”
I did a mental Snoopy Happy Dance. He said ‘will’…as if it was a foregone conclusion that there would eventually be sex between us. But, about the rest… “Not that I don’t want to fuck you, because believe me I do, but I am intrigued by this ‘watching me’ thing.”
Avoiding eye contact, Jack instead made an intense study of his finger working its way down the outer curve of my breast. “You have a fire fighter thing, and don’t tell me you don’t—” he added when I would have protested. “And I have a voyeur thing.”
