Every day on your way to and from work you walk past the local fire station. Sometimes the large, red folding doors are closed, but often they are open, and you always hope they are so you can see the fire officers in their overalls going about their routine - cleaning equipment and practising drills.
Sometimes one of them will spot you and if no superior officer is around, good natured wolf whistles and comments about your legs or pert arse will come from inside the open doors. You know you shouldn't encourage it and so you just walk on by each time but every time it happens something deep within you stirs and you feel an ache in your pussy. Something inside you knows you would love to surrender yourself to the men with their uniforms and strong bodies worked tight by their training, but you dismiss it as nothing more than pure fantasy - you couldn't possibly be that slutty in real life.
In recent weeks you have noticed a new fire officer at the station. With bright blue eyes and a strong physique he has caught your eye, and every time you see him now as you walk past he gives you a broad smile and wink which sends shivers down your spine. You find yourself fantasising about him when you masturbate, toying with your clit and slipping your fingers inside your wet pussy as you imagine him using you for his pleasure, his thick cock filling you.
One Saturday night you are going out in town with your friend for a drink and to see where the night takes you. You dress to please yourself and to catch a little male attention. You are proud of your reasonably long and shapely legs and so you wear a slight heel to elongate them and a skirt that shows enough of them to be sexy without being cheap.
Add to that your favourite sheer top that dips down in a V-neck, showing your cleavage to best effect and your final sexy touch - black stay up stockings. No-one but you will know you are wearing them (unless you allow them a glimpse!) but the feel of the smooth stocking tops where they meet the soft, white sensitive flesh of your inner thighs is a little secret you like to carry round with you on a night like this when you're feeling horny.
You don't need to walk past the fire station, but you decide to as you head up to the main road to catch a taxi just in case the hot new fireman is on duty. You are in luck because as you approach the station the doors are open and you can see him just inside, with the top half of his overalls rolled down and tied around his waist and a tight blue t-shirt on underneath, showing his firm and impressive physique as he washes down a piece of pumping equipment with a large sponge.
You slow down as you walk past and see that he has two other colleagues with him. They are attractive too, one tall and lean, the other average height but also with a strong physique. The other two catcall you a little but the one you fantasise about gives you a look and a gesture indicating that he thinks you look good tonight. You walk slowly savouring the attention but are soon past the station.
Your phone rings and it is your friend - her ex-boyfriend has come round and wants to make up so she is very sorry but can she call this evening off? You are annoyed but want the best for your friend so you say that it's OK. You put your phone away and head back down the road towards home, wondering what to do with your night now. Damn, you're horny and were hoping to pick up a decent guy tonight. You are so engrossed in thought you don't notice that you've reached the fire station again as you walk back towards home. Your hot fireman is leaning nonchalantly against the open folding door.
"Hello sexy" he says, giving you a start as his voice breaks your thoughts. You laugh and say hello back and enjoy looking into his blue eyes as he talks to you. You exchange small talk, his name is Nate and he's from out of town. You explain about your ruined evening, and all the while sexual tension crackles beneath the surface. He asks you if you want a tour of the fire station - another station will be first to take any calls that come in for the area and so they're anticipating a quiet night and are only crewed up with three men. He says it's the least he can do to cheer up your evening.
You are charmed by Nate and your heart thumps as he leads you round the fire engines, only half-listening as he explains how they work and what their water capacity is. You spend your time instead looking at his broad chest, his strong arms, his pert buttocks beneath his overalls and the bulge of his crotch. Your mind wanders off again to the fantasies you have been having about him and you feel your pussy throb and your juices begin to flow.
