Men in uniform have always done it for me. Firemen... at least my fireman... does it like no other. Whether dressed in crisp clean uniform blues, or smoky yellow bunker gear and his black helmet, my man is awesome. I have thought that from the moment I laid eyes on him...
Anyway, I met Randy at our local ER one night. I used to work as a night shift RN there. There is just something awesome about blood, guts, broken bones or a good code in the middle of the night. It keeps a girl on her toes. Well, Randy was on the ambulance this particular night. I don't know what possessed me to slip him my phone number, but next thing I know we were talking.
A few harmless flirtatious phone calls and I found myself inviting him over for Friday night supper. This wasn't like me at all, but I figured, what the heck... Something about him made me want to get to know him so much more... I just never realized just how much better I would come to know him.
I asked him what he wanted to eat for supper. His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine as that sexy voice purred into the phone... "I am sure we can find something that will satisfy me..." I hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before I continued... "How do you like your steak?"
My mouth must have dropped open judging from the way one of my co-workers snickered. I could hear the amusement in his voice, "Pink... and dripping with juice on the inside..." I had to go quickly as another ambulance rolled up to the backdoor, promising him he wouldn't be disappointed... Cooking was something I could handle... handling this handsome fireman might be a different story...
We played phone tag for the next couple of days... He would be on a fire call when I called him, or I would be busy with a patient when he called me... Friday couldn't get here fast enough to suit me.
Friday night he shows up at my house about 45 minutes late... A six-pack of Smirnoff Red in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. I can smell the hint of smoke on him as he walks on in, making himself at home... I watch him walk to the fridge, my eyes widening as he bends over, his uniform pants pulling tight over that nice ass. Yeah... I said I had a thing for uniforms... My heart skipped a beat as he stretched, his shirt pulling tight over his chest and arms.
You have to understand, Randy could have been one of those firemen you see on a calendar... You know, 6'1", 275, standing with a hose in hand, sweat drenched, wearing bunker pants and suspenders... no shirt... smut lightly smudged on his cheek... He has these huge muscular shoulders and arms that makes you yearn to be the one in those arms... He has this awesome Maltese cross tattoo on one shoulder...
Randy has a shaved head that you just want to rub your fingers over. He keeps it bald and it gives him an almost a cold-hearted look. He has a trimmed goatee. Randy definitely looks a little on the intimidating side. I think he knows exactly the effect he has on me...
Randy has these awesome "fuck me" eyes that smolder when he looks into mine... I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks as he catches me checking out his ass... He has the fullest lips that play into an impish smirk when he grins... "I am gonna shower off real quick before I eat..." he starts for my bedroom... making sure to brush up against me at the stove before heading out of the kitchen.
I take a minute to catch my breath as I hear the shower turning on in my bathroom... God what he does to me...This just wasn't like me at all... I have dated my share of good looking guys... but none that could turn me on with a look the way he can... I finish putting the food on the table then light the candles, just as he walks back in the kitchen. Now dressed in tight blue jeans and a fire department t-shirt, a hint of Drakkar in the air as he sits down across from me... his eyes playing with mine in the candlelight... I grab a couple of Smirnoff's out of the fridge and slide him one after opening it...
I could feel the thick sexually charged tension in the air between us as we chit chat over supper... We swap war stories... he from being a fireman and first responder... and me from being a trauma nurse... We laugh over things that most sane people would find horrifying... hungrily eating while talking about the goriest accident scenes we have ever seen...
Just as he tosses his napkin on his plate and slides his chair back, he grimaces and looks down at his pager, the familiar tones ringing through the air... Quicker than lightning he is heading toward the door, stopping only long enough to quickly kiss my cheek... whispering in my ear that he will be back soon... I follow him to the door and watch as he climbs up in his huge Ford 4x4 truck and revs the engine, backing out of my drive while turning his bright strobes on then his siren... noone could miss seeing him coming, that was for sure...
With a sigh I return to the kitchen, clearing the table and turning to the sink to wash dishes, closing my eyes as my mind wanders to this fantasy I have had of him since the day we met. I am jolted back to reality as a hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back, full lips pressing to mine unmercifully, the metallic taste of my own blood seeping into my mouth...
