0 comments/ 21688 views/ 3 favorites Confessions of a Firehouse Floozy Ch. 01 By: TrulyTerrific It started innocently enough. Jack lived two doors down. He and my husband Phil had 'bonded', or whatever it is guys do, shortly after we moved into the neighborhood. Jack does handyman work when he's not doing the fireman thing, so my husband saw it as the perfect opportunity to help out a friend and get a few things fixed around the house while he was out of town. The perfect solution, right? Not if you're me and have a major case of the hots for the man with the tools. Jack was out behind the garage when I got home, taking a cigarette break. "Kids at school?" He asked conversationally when I joined him. "I'm a free woman for the next two hours." I explained, smiling up into the sunshine. My youngest son had just started kindergarten and the sudden onslaught of 'free time' was still kind of new to me. Jack nodded and took a drag from his cigarette. I watched enviously as the smoke curled around him, wrapping him in a loving embrace. "Could I bum one of those?" I asked carefully, already anticipating the rush of nicotine through my veins. "I thought you guys didn't smoke." He remarked, shaking one from the pack and offering it to me. "He doesn't." I clarified, sliding the cig from its pack and gently placing it between my lips. Jack provided a flame and I inhaled deeply, savoring the forbidden fruit. "Then why do you?" I exhaled and watched the lazy trail of smoke drift away from me. "It's my own little form of rebellion." I admitted, watching him from behind my tortoise shell sunglasses. "Why would you need to act out?" Jack inquired, leaning against the garage. "Don't we all at some point?" I returned. "I mean, I don't see you smoking in the living room in front of Carla." I reminded him as I took another deep drag. Jack smiled in concession. "But at least she knows I smoke." I leaned in close and winked up at him. "I promise, I won't tell him if you don't." He studied me for a while as if really seeing me for the first time, which was good, since I'd been appreciating him from afar for quite a while. I have always had a thing for firemen, and Jack was both HOT and heroic. A dangerous combination. "What other things do you do to rebel, Angela?" Feeling bold, I leaned in close and flicked at a spec of plaster on his t-shirt. "Oh, I don't know...whatever I can manage in two hours." Jack gulped visibly. "I'll bet you can manage quite a bit.""You'd be surprised." I took another drag of my cig before stubbing it out on the ground a la Sandy in Grease. "Well, I'm off to shower now. All by myself. Alone...no one to wash my back..." He didn't say anything, but I could tell by the stirring in his shorts that he wasn't entirely immune to me, either. "Good thing my vibe is waterproof." I added over my shoulder as I sauntered off to the house. I wasn't really expecting Jack to follow, but I wanted to be sure to leave him a mental picture while I was showering in the room above where he was working. I figured it was only fair that I return the favor and give him a fantasy or two for the many he had given me. For the next few times he was there, which was generally when he wasn't busy fighting fires, it was the same thing—I'd join him for a quick smoke out behind the garage after the kids were off in school, flirt shamelessly, then go off for my morning shower. If I didn't know better I'd say that he was enjoying this little game as much as I was. Either that or it was by an incredible stroke of luck that he just 'happened' to be taking a break out back every morning when I got back from dropping off the kids. "When does Phil come home?" He asked one Friday morning after we'd gone through the normal morning banter. "This evening." I rested my hand on his arm and batted my eyes up at him playfully. "We have lots of undisturbed time if you're planning on joining me in the shower today." Jack leaned in a little closer, allowing his chest to brush against mine, and whispered in a deep, sexy, voice that made my panties moist, "Some day I may just take you up on that." "Promises. Promises." I shot back, pressing a little closer into him. He bent his head forward and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I held my breath. All I had to do was turn my face a little to the right..."Sadly I have some work to finish in your family room before Phil gets home." Oh yeah, him. "I'll let you off the hook this time." I teased, easing back into my personal space. Did he have to have such a damned sexy smile? "Actually Carla wanted me to ask you guys over for dinner and games tomorrow night." "Killjoy." I groaned in mock remorse. "All those spouses around are just gonna spoil our fun." I pouted playfully. His eyes were riveted for a moment on my nipples, now hard and straining under my t-shirt. "Not if we're very clever." I licked my lips, wishing at that moment for something, anything, to drink to ease my suddenly parched throat. "I can be clever." I responded brazenly. Jack winked. "Atta girl! That's the spirit!" Okay, this was a different Jack entirely today. I usually did the bulk of the flirting while he just sort of indulged me in my little dalliance. But was I really ready to play with fire? "Phil should be calling from the airport later. I'll check with him then, but I'm sure he'd love to." I was more than a little pre-occupied when I left Jack to go in for my shower that morning. Under the stream of hot water I wondered not for the first time what sex would be like with him. Feeling the press of his chest against mine this morning elicited mental images of Jack pushing me up against a wall, his shaft ramming up into me. Was he as well-endowed as I imagined? It's not like my studly fireman fantasy lover would have anything but a monster cock to satisfy me endlessly for hours. I closed my eyes and let my hand slide between my thighs, rubbing over my swollen little nub and wondering if Jack would spend as much time as I imagined he would making love to me with his tongue, his moustache tickling me into a frenzy. I put my foot on the tub ledge for better access and as my finger slid into my hot, tight little hole I wondered again if he would go as deep as I imagined he would. God how I love the feeling of a cock filling me to the hilt, and then sinking in just a bit further, teasing me at first with little jabs before the long, deep, seemingly endless thrusts. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tightening and came all over my eager little fingers. Granted, it was far from the satisfaction that a man could give me, but hell, a girl has to do what a girl has to do. I waited until the quivering stopped before washing up, reluctantly packing away my fantasies for another time. I reached out of the shower for my bath towel but met only empty towel bar. Shit. I would've sworn there was a towel there when I got in. I reached out the other side and found a hand towel hanging near the sink, cursing and my stupidity the entire time. I was trying to decide how to best employ the small green towel in my hand when the phone in the bedroom rang. Shit. Shit. I covered what I could with the towel and dashed for the phone before the answering machine kicked in. "Hello?" "Hi Hun...did I catch you at a bad time?" It was Phil. As always his timing was exceptional. "No, just getting out of the shower." I turned around, looking for something to cover up with and, to my great horror, realized that the bedroom door was open. "I got out of my meeting early so I'm at the airport now trying to get an earlier flight." He stated, unaware of my distress as I moved carefully toward the door, trying not to fall out of the hand towel any more than I already was. "Great. The kids will be thrilled." I carefully reached to pull the door shut and found Jack standing in the hallway, the missing towel casually hanging off of his finger. "Uhm...Jack and Carla wanted to know if we would be up for dinner and games at their place tomorrow night." My hand clutched tightly at the green cloth in my hand, but was about as useless as a napkin on the Hoover Dam. I hoped that he would get enough from my end of the conversation, at least, to realize that my husband was on the other end of the line and not say anything and make things a thousand times worse. "Sure. That'd be great. But tell them we're buying after all the work Jack has done." Phil agreed. "By the way, how's the family room turning out?" "Jack is a master." I assured him, holding my hand out expectantly for my towel. "Great. Great!" Phil paused to listen to an announcement over the airport public address system. "They just called me to the gate for the earlier flight. I'll see you in a few hours." He was gone before I could say more and I was left standing practically naked and wet in front of the fireman of my fantasies. "Uhm....Phil said dinner would be great. But he's buying." Jack smiled slowly. I'm not sure if he was enjoying the view or my discomfort. "Terrific. I'll be sure to be very hungry." I swallowed hard. He looked pretty damned hungry right now. "Could I have my towel please?" Smiling, he held it just out of my reach. "So, who was that in the shower with you just now?" Oh fuck! He had seen me masturbating too? How in the hell was I ever going to face him again? "Uhm...just a guy I know." I wondered if it was too late to decline the dinner invitation. "That guy you know...I bet he'd never let you off with just one orgasm." Jack let the towel drop into my waiting hand. "I bet he'd have you cumming so much you wouldn't be able to stand by the time he's done with you." Oh God...what he said was almost enough to make me cum again. "I would hope so." I couldn't move. I couldn't take the towel that I had so desperately wanted minutes earlier and wrap it around my now tingling body. "So, seven tomorrow night?" He asked, stepping back and breaking the spell. "Uhm, yeah...seven will be fine." I agreed, quickly covering myself up before I managed to embarrass myself further. Jack was half way to the stairs before he stopped and added, "Oh, and don't bother to wear panties tomorrow night. They'll only get in the way." All I could do was nod stupidly. Tomorrow night might prove to be very interesting after all. ****** None of us were really in the mood to go out Saturday night, so the guys went on a beer and pizza run while Carla and I did the women's chit-chat thing. "That's a cute skirt." "Thanks. I found it on sale a few weeks ago and wanted to wear it once before it got too cold." I glanced down at the short animal print skirt that I had bought on impulse. "Of course, I feel a little overdressed now. If I had known we were staying in tonight I probably would've dressed down some." Carla laughed. "Oh don't worry about it. It gives this group some class." Carla teased, handing me a beer. "So, where are the kids tonight?" "Phil's mother felt like spoiling her grand kids this weekend." I explained, taking a drink from the cool bottle in my hand. "Who am I to deny her?" Carla took a swig from her own bottle. "Aren't grandparents a wonderful thing?" She gestured with the bottle in her hand and the lack of children in her own home. "I'm wondering if they'll still be as enchanted with the kids when they hit their teens." "Not a chance." I assured her, leaning back against the counter next to her. "Then it will be all your fault for raising such terrible children." "My Jackie was never this bad...blah...blah...blah." Carla agreed, saluting me with her bottle before taking another drink. Somewhere in my mind I thought maybe I should feel bad because I oh so badly coveted this woman's husband. But I never thought about Jack as the guy two doors down with the wife and two pretty little girls. He was always the fantasy firefighter with the mighty hose and a tongue that could bring me to edge with the merest lick. "Why in the hell did we order this much pizza?" Phil's voice drifted up from the entryway, indicating that the boys had returned with dinner. "Because you insisted on paying, pal o'mine." Jack returned laughingly, dropping a few cases of beer onto the counter. Phil was right behind him with several pizza boxes. "Yea, but I never said anything about feeding you and the entire family for the next three weeks." I looked at the stuff they dropped on the counter and pouted. "What?" Phil asked, knowing my looks well enough by now. "Is that all the beer you bought?" Everyone laughed. "No, we still have a trailer hooked up to the truck with your private stock in it." Jack teased, pulling a long neck from its case and holding it out to me. "And if you're very nice to me I might even let you have a sip." I shot back, taking the bottle and using the opener on the counter behind me to open it for him. Jack accepted the bottle and took a sip. "Damn, I'd hate to think what I need to do for an entire bottle." "Oh...refinish the basement for starters." I pulled another one out and popped the top for Phil. "And I guess you get one too since you sprang for that work." Phil laughed and took the proffered bottle. "Generous tonight, aren't we?" My eyes locked briefly with Jack's. "I'm all about giving." I said, innocently batting my eyelashes. Everyone laughed and seemed not to notice any other meaning to our exchange. "How about giving me a hand then and getting some silverware out of that drawer." Carla suggested as she reached into the cabinet behind her for some plates. Fortunately Phil is one of those guys that must stick to the plans or we would've sat at their kitchen table all night talking and missed all the fun stuff. "So, what are we playing tonight?" He finally inquired at a lull in the conversation, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Carla, why don't you take Phil downstairs so you guys can pick out a couple of games." Jack suggested, casually leaning back in his chair. "Oh God, they'll have us playing Trivial Pursuit all night." I groaned, gathering up the plates and taking them over to the sink. Carla and Phil laughed evilly before heading downstairs and leaving me alone with Jack. I started to rinse off the plates when I heard his chair creak and felt him slide in close behind me. His fingers tugged up the edge of my skirt and curved over my naked ass. "Good girl." He whispered in my ear, nudging my legs apart with his knee to allow his roving hand better access. Okay, so I really wore the skirt tonight because I decided to leave my panties home as instructed and see what might happen. The last thing I had actually expected, though, was his thumb rasping over my stiff clit while I attempted to do the dishes. And holy fuck did it ever feel incredible. I think the absolute naughtiness of doing this while our spouses were downstairs made it that much hotter. I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus on washing the plate in my hand, feeling the tension quickly building between my legs. Jack didn't waste any time getting to the heart of the matter, either. He slid a finger into my wet pussy, intermittently fucking me and flicking at my aching nub. I gasped and braced myself against the counter and it took no time at all for me to tighten up and cum all over his marauding digits. Smiling, he eased his sticky fingers out of me and into the dish water in front of us. "I think maybe you could use some help finishing up those dishes." As he pressed into me I could feel his cock straining against his shorts. I did a little up and down shimmy with my still naked bottom side and felt him grow even larger in response. "Help me too much more and you're gonna have to explain the wet spot on the front of your pants." I teased with a throaty little laugh. He would've said more but we could hear Carla and Phil returning. "Damn." Jack backed away from me, smoothed my skirt down into place and headed out the back door just before they returned with a few different games to entertain us for the next couple of hours. I had no idea how I was supposed to concentrate on anything after what had just happened under my skirt, anyway. "Oh you guys are gonna hate us." Phil said laughingly, coming over and dropping a kiss on my cheek. "Where's Jack?" Carla asked, noticing his seat was now empty. "Uhm, I think he went to have a cigarette." I replied, hoping my voice sounded normal. "Something about helping me..." Carla laughed. "Oh yeah, don't you love the way he helps out with chores." I nodded, a sly smile on my face. Oh boy did I ever. Confessions of a Firehouse Floozy Ch. 02 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.” I thought about the situation for a moment. I was being offered the opportunity to do at least one hottie fireman, possibly two if I played my cards right. “Why can’t you do both?” “You would do that?” Jack looked up at me in surprise. Hell, with those sexy brown eyes and that noble fireman thing going on for him, I’d do just about anything. “Sure. Why not?” “And you don’t have a problem with me watching?” He repeated for clarification’s sake. I shook my head. “In case you haven’t noticed, I like to turn you on. And if watching Kenny fuck me like a dog is gonna make you hard, then I’m all for it.” I pulled him close for a quick, fierce, tongue-filled kiss. “Just know that when we fuck it’s gonna be a thousand times hotter." Jack looked for a second like he would gladly ditch the rest of the plan and just fuck me now, but his cell phone picked that very inopportune moment to go off. Angrily he tugged it off his waistband and looked down at the caller ID. “Oh Angela, I just had the greatest idea…” He grinned broadly and hit the receive button on the phone. “Kenny, man am I glad you called. I am really in a bind and I need your help. I’ve got to get a job done next week and I really could use a second set of hands—” He paused, listening to the younger man’s reply, and winked at me. “Look, I’ll see what I can do about it. But I don’t know if she’s even interested in you or she was just being polite…Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m sure a few of the women have been able to resist you…Just do this for me next Tuesday and you won’t be sorry. I promise.” He listened for another moment before giving me a thumbs up sign. “Thanks man. You’re a life saver.” Jack snapped the phone shut. “Please tell me Phil is out of town next Tuesday.” “Not only out of town, but out of the country.” I purred. Oh, I was going roast in hell for this I knew, but at least I was going to have a great time along the way. ****** Tuesday couldn’t happen soon enough as far as I was concerned. My overwrought libido had me in an almost constant state of arousal. Of course, it didn’t help that Jack was teasing me into a fireman feeding frenzy every time he saw me. Somehow in his warped guy brain he decided that whispering all the feel good things he was going to do to me afterwards would somehow inspire me. Instead it only made me hornier than I had ever been in my entire life. Too much more of this and no amount of fireman cock was going to satisfy me. After dropping the kids off at school I all but flew home to the get the main event under way. When I pulled into the driveway I noticed an unfamiliar sports car parked there and smiled on the inside. Oh this was going to be a very good morning. “Jack, whose car is in my way?” I shouted down when I entered the house. I heard him running up the steps and looked down to find Kenny in shorts and a tank top, looking even sexier then I remembered. “I’m sorry about that ma’am. I’ll get that right out of the way. Jack’s not here and—” He stopped as recognition sank in and it was all I could do not to giggle aloud. “Angela? Wow! This is your house?” “Well hello, Kenny.” I pushed my sunglasses up into my hair and peered down the stairs, smiling at him. “I have to admit, I’m just as surprised to find you here.” Kenny climbed up the rest of the stairs and stood close to me in the entryway. “A good surprise I hope.” Oh god did he have a delicious body. I wanted to put a dollop of whipped cream on top and eat him whole. “Very good.” I motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.” “You are?” He asked in wide-eyed surprise. Oh, this was almost like taking candy from a baby. “Yes, I am. I’m afraid I wasn’t entirely honest with you when I saw you last week.” “You weren’t?” Kenny said uncertainly. I stepped up next to him and rested my hand on his chest. His hard, rippling, ohmigod I cannot wait to see him naked chest. “I’m not really a super-model.” “No. You’re much better.” Kenny chuckled in relief, his hand warm on the small of my back. “You’re real.” Oh he was smooth. If I wasn’t the one doing the seducing I might have very easily been the seducee. “Mmmmmmm…you are such a sweet talker.” I couldn’t help myself any longer. I ran my hand over those firm pecs…I was officially upgrading this to a Great morning. “Kenny, remember when you said you’d help me out if Jack couldn’t…” “Yeah.” He nodded eagerly, the hand on my back subtly pulling me closer to his body. “Well, in the morning I come home to take my shower…all alone…with no one to wash my back…” I looked up at Kenny with my best pout. “I’d love to have a strong, sexy fireman like you wash my back.” I moved in close so our bodies were touching. “Well, ma’am, I—” He swallowed visibly and I knew I had him. “Unless, of course, you’d rather not...” I stepped away and looked stricken, hoping that chivalry wasn’t completely dead. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” I added before heading down the hall to the bedroom. Jack and I had worked out all the details prior to this morning, and we had agreed that he would have the best view if I could get Kenny into the bathroom and Jack could sneak in after and watch from the closet. God the thought of him in their watching me get fucked was hot. Oh I was so going to make this worth it for him. I made sure Kenny was behind me before doing my slow striptease with my clothes and heading into the bathroom. I bent over to test the water, giving what I hoped was a tantalizing wiggle and climbed into the tub. It wasn’t long at all before I heard his work boots thud onto the tile floor and I knew I had him. The shower doors slid open and I gasped in mock-surprise as Kenny slid in behind me. What a fantastic specimen of man he was. Damn this wasn’t going to be a sacrifice at all. He picked up my shower scrubby and started with my back, then turned me around to wash the front as well. It wasn’t long before the scrubby was long gone in favor of his hands. Kenny touched me everywhere, his long fingers surprisingly adept. And did I mention that Kenny was packing? Damn what a fine piece of equipment. I did all the kissing and caressing I could stand before I was on my knees, sucking that delicious piece of manhood into my mouth. I heard the bathroom door bump into the wall and knew I had an audience, which suddenly made this blow job that much hotter. Gotta love those firemen. Those strong, muscular arms that haul you up and those powerful torsos thrusting up into you. Before I knew it Kenny was fucking me right there in the shower and damned if it didn’t feel incredible. I lost track of Jack and time and everything else as Kenny surged into me again and again. He might have fucked me there all day, but the water suddenly turned icy, thanks in no doubt, to my partner in crime. Kenny didn’t miss a beat, though. Wrapping my legs around him he carried me into the bedroom, his cock still stiff and deep inside of me. He set me gently onto the bed and continued pounding into me, bringing me to orgasm after shattering orgasm. Holy crap. Never let it be said that the young bucks don’t know what they’re doing. This one was determined to do me until I surrendered. “Fuck me, baby.” I urged in a whisper. “Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck a woman, hun. Give me all you’ve got. I need your cock inside of me. Filling me. Oh yeah, pounding into me.” That was enough to send him into a pounding frenzy, pistoning wildly into me. I was coming on a fairly regular basis and poor Kenny probably had some healthy scratches on his back to wear home. A movement in the corner caught my eye, and I knew it was Jack in the closet. I closed my eyes and envisioned his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking off in time with us. I wanted to make this good for him so I wrapped my legs around Kenny and fucked him as hard as I could, my eyes fixed on the closet the entire time. I could feel that Kenny was close and urged him on. “That’s right Kenny, come for me. Fuck me so hard, baby. Fuck me so hard.” I clenched up tight as I felt him convulsing inside of me. “Oh yeah, fuck me like the sexy fucking fireman you are.” Kenny groaned and covered my mouth as he thrust deeper into me and filled me with his hot seed. On a scale of one to ten Kenny was definitely an OhMiGod. I glanced over his shoulder as he collapsed on top of me and imagined Jack spending his load as well and thought that that was infinitely hotter somehow than what I had just done. “Jesus, that was fucking awesome.” Kenny praised, falling back onto the bed next to me. “You are the hottest woman I have ever fucked.” I chuckled. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I bet you say that to all the women who can’t resist your uniform.” Kenny smiled noncommittally and ceased on my right nipple, belatedly paying his respects. “Whatever it takes.” He agreed playfully, moving his attention to my other nipple. He kissed me deeply and I felt his cock stirring against my leg. “Whatever I can give.” I agreed, amazed at his resilience. I urged Kenny back onto the bed and slid down his body, planting strategic kisses here and there as I worked my way down to his resurgent cock. By the time I got there he was hard and just begging to be sucked. I wrapped my lips around his thick head, tasting myself as I slid down his length. Kenny tangled his fingers into my hair and urged me further…as if I’d need any encouragement. I actually enjoy sucking cock, from both the power aspect and the sheer pleasure of rewards given at the end of a job well done. I glanced up at the closet where I knew Jack still watched and slowly sucked Kenny’s cock down to the base, savoring the full stiff length. I could’ve sworn I heard a groan from behind the slatted doors when I pulled up and sucked him in even deeper. It wasn’t long before I was fucking Kenny with my mouth, bringing him closer to a second orgasm with every down thrust. My hands curled around his balls, gently squeezing, coaxing them into yielding their special prize. “Oh fuck,” Kenny groaned, thrashing underneath me. “I’m not gonna be able to hold off too much longer.” “Then—” Down and back up again, tongue lapping at the pulsing head. “—Don’t.” Poor Kenny. I don’t think he’d ever actually been allowed to cum in a woman’s mouth before. He tried to push away once or twice, but I would have nothing to do with that nonsense. I wanted that sweet sexy fireman to shoot a load of cum down my throat. I wanted to guzzle every delicious drop. And I wasn’t going to let him leave until I had what I wanted. “Oh hell.” He moaned before bucking up and shooting his second orgasm down the back of my throat. He was probably expecting me to run off and spit it out when he was done cumming for me, not swallow what I could and share the rest with him in a hot, tongue-filled kiss. “No, I was wrong before. You are the hottest woman ever.” Kenny closed his eyes and fell back onto the pillows in exhaustion. “The same could be said for you.” I cooed, running my hand up his torso. “But, I have a favor to ask you—” “Sure. Anything.” He caught my hand and slowly sucked on my fingers. Damn this boy was randy. “With Jack being my neighbor and all, well…” I chewed on my lower lip and tried to look distressed. “I’d really rather you not tell him about this. I wouldn’t want him to think—” “Oh darlin’, you’re secret is safe with me.” Kenny nodded reassuringly. “And I think if I want to stay employed there and not get transferred to Beruit or some other fun spot like that I’ll want to keep this very wonderful interlude strictly between us.” I leaned in and gave him another sizzling kiss. “Thank you for understanding.” “And while I’d love to stay up here and fuck you a few dozen times more, I really better get back to work before Jack comes back. He’s gonna think I’ve been loafing all morning.” I watched him walk into the bathroom to collect his clothing and sighed appreciatively. “I’ll tell him you were helping me out with a few things upstairs.” I winked playfully and stretched my pleasantly sore body. Kenny climbed on top of me and kissed me again. “How do you expect me to leave when you do that?” “Do what?” I asked laughingly. “Lying there looking all sexy.” He nibbled a path down my neck and I swatted him away before I ran the clock into overtime. “Much as I’d love to fuck you a few dozen times more, I’ve got to be out of here before noon.” Sighing dramatically, Kenny grudgingly climbed off the bed again. “Just try not to look so sexy this time.” He smiled and pulled his shorts on. “Or I may not be able to control myself.” I laughed again and pointed toward the door. “Back to work, buster!” “Mmmmmm, a woman in charge. Now that is sexy.” He hesitated playfully with his shirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to—” “Go!” I repeated, sitting up and putting my hands on my hips threateningly. “Oh, like that’s not sexy.” Kenny came back and dropped one last intense kiss on my swollen mouth. “I know. I’m going. That was just a Thank You.” “Oh, you’re welcome.” I murmured as he closed the door. I had just fucked my first fireman. And my second was in the closet hopefully having enjoyed his dirty little part of the whole event. Assuming he would want to complete the voyeur thing and quietly sneak out as well I headed for the bathroom and my second shower that morning. The hot water certainly helped soothe my aching muscles. I definitely wasn’t as young as I used to be…but I would gladly wear my aches and pains with a satisfied smile for the rest of the day. When I got out of the shower I noticed a red blouse of mine sitting next to the sink, which was odd since I know I was wearing a t-shirt this morning. I picked it up and found that Jack had indeed enjoyed my little interlude with Kenny almost as much as I had. I smiled and ran my finger over the sticky fabric. Oh yeah, this morning was just a warm up for the main event. Confessions of a Firehouse Floozy Ch. 03 So you'd think that I had jumped through all the hoops by now and that I should be reaping the rewards and fucking my hottie fireman on a regular basis now, right? Well, that's certainly what I thought. But between our schedules and our spouses we hadn't been able to manage more than a neighborly hello for the next two weeks afterwards. And the wait was damned near killing me, too. "Good morning." The familiar deep voice of the fireman of my fantasies greeted me as I stepped into my kitchen. "Well, it all depends." I stopped in front of him, seated at my table and enjoying a mug of coffee. "On?" He asked with a sly smile, as if he already knew the answer. "On your being here to do more than suck up my coffee." I returned, putting my hands on my hips expectantly. Jack laughed, his hands sliding over my hips appreciatively. "Believe me, I would love nothing more than to have a slice of pie with my coffee this morning." "Then why don't you?" I know I sounded petulant, but damnit I was hot for the man. "Because this morning we're going to pick out flooring for your basement." "Good cover story." I grinned in approval. Jack's hands curved over my ass to pull my torso closer and rested his chin against my pelvis. "As much as I would rather explore the delicious mysteries that await me here," His finger rubbed along the crotch of my shorts. "I need to get some flooring down or Phil is gonna wonder what the fuck he's paying me for." "To lay his wife?" I asked hopefully, slowly moving against his finger. "No." He laughed and swatted at my bottom. "Not quite the same as laying flooring." I sighed. "Okay. Whipee. Let's go pick out tile." I replied in a deflated monotone. Well, I might not get fucked, but at least my basement was going to look great. Jack sat back in his chair and gave me a wicked grin. "Oh come on Ang, think of all the quality time we're going to get to spend together." "And they say women are teases." I muttered, collecting my purse and following him out of the house and over to his driveway where his truck was parked. Damn, what was it about guys and big trucks? I wondered as he rounded the front of the truck. Well, points at least to him for opening the door and helping me up, although I suspect he did it primarily for the view of my ass. I sat looking down at the world from his F-350 wondering how I was going to gracefully climb out without embarrassing myself. Jack climbed in and winked at me before starting the engine. "Feel the power." I groaned. Wasn't quite the power I had in mind. "What do you get? Seven miles to the gallon?" I rebutted, batting my eyelashes innocently. "We'll see how much you're loving it when we're bringing home your new flooring." "So—" I searched my brain desperately for witty conversation, but nothing was coming. "So?" He repeated, easily maneuvering the truck into traffic. I watched his hands on the steering wheel and remembered how easily he had brought me off in his kitchen that night. "So, uhm, the thing in the closet worked out alright for you?" Oh, now there's an ice breaker for you. "Oh yeah." Jack chuckled. "Sorry about your blouse though." "Oh, I'm not." I said with a grin. "Although, you should've seen the look on the cleaner's face." "You took it to the cleaners?" He asked in surprise. "Keeping it would've been entirely too 'Lewinsky-ish.'" I teased. "No way." Jack shook his head. "What you did for me was so much hotter." "Speaking of hot, any other fantasies I can help you out with?" I asked lightly, hoping he was feeling the need to share. Jack considered the question for a while. "Anything?" "Well, if you look at my track record to date I'm pretty willing, don't you think?" He smiled and nodded appreciatively. "I have no complaints." "Well????" I demanded when he didn't supply any further details. "How do you feel about a little exhibitionism?" Jack asked with a mischievous look. I pondered the question for a bit. "Are we talking about sex in the middle of the mall?" "No, nothing that public." He assured me. "Something more like this?" I turned toward the door and lifted my shirt up to reveal my very unrestricted chest to the passing trucker in the next lane. He slowed down and did a long double take before giving a deep HONK from his rig and moving on. "Well, that wasn't quite what I had in mind either." Jack laughed hardily. "Although you just made his day, that's for sure." Hmmmmm, not flashing, not fucking, what was it that— "Oh, I get it." My hand slid over to his thigh and slowly made its way up his shorts. "Maybe something more like a blow job in...say...your truck?" The insistent throbbing of his cock against my hand was enough of an affirmation for me. I eased down his straining zipper and his little fire hose all but leapt into my hand. I was very glad to see that Jack was every bit as well endowed as I had imagined, too. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his fingers tight around the steering wheel while I eased my head into his lap, my mouth quickly covering his staff and sucking him into my mouth. I always knew that sucking Jack off was going to be hot, but doing it in his truck while we sped down the freeway was beyond description. I very thoroughly slid up and down his length, my bobbing head fairly well concealed to passers by. My right hand slid into his shorts, gently cupping his balls and squeezing ever so softly while I used my tongue and mouth to please his raging shaft. I could feel his thigh muscles tightening in response, so I picked up the pace and shortened the stroke to quick, deep jabs at his cock. God how I wanted to match the pace with my own fingers on my clit, but this was all about Jack right now. I sucked a little harder, stepping up the tempo of the blow job. I knew I would be rewarded for my efforts when his hand tangled in my hair and pushed my head down to take the first shot of his cum deep in my throat. I felt a lurch or two as he struggled to keep the truck under control wile he filed my mouth with Jack Juice. Only after he was done did I clean him up and let him slide from my mouth. My head came up and I peeked out the window at the car in the next lane, smiling at the elderly woman looking up at us. I licked a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth and her eyes widened in alarm. She turned and said something to the driver who accelerated the car, eager to get as far away from us as possible. "Oh fuck." Jack breathed heavily, pulling the car toward the off ramp. "You could've killed us, you know." "I had every confidence in your abilities." I chuckled and eased him back into his shorts, ensuring the zipper didn't catch anything important. "Besides, I don't remember you telling me to stop at any point." "Stop something that feels that incredible?!?!" He looked at me like I had just gotten off a space ship. "Are you out of your mind?!?!" I was starting to wonder that myself. ****** I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and sighed heavily. What were the odds of today happening again anytime soon? My parents had offered to pick up our youngest son from kindergarten in order to take him to lunch and a movie this afternoon and Phil was out of the country again on business, leaving me to my own devices until I had to pick up our older son much later this afternoon. I had delicious visions of finally having my wicked way with Jack, but to my abject disappointment his truck was parked at the firehouse when I drove by this morning, which meant that he was on duty and unavailable. I flipped on the stereo and put on one of my feel good CDs, cranking up the volume to an ear splitting 'home alone' level before heading to the bathroom for a long, hot shower. After that, who knows? Maybe I'd get a pedicure...go shopping...reline the shelves in the kitchen. The endless possibilities of how I could spend my day yawned depressingly in front of me, making me want to eat a gallon of chocolate ice cream direct from the carton. I let the music and the water put me in a better state of mind and by the time I was finished I was feeling more like my normal self. I wrapped the towel around myself and danced into the bedroom, singing along with Pink, when a motion in the doorway caught my eye. Jack was leaning against the door frame, grinning broadly. "Now if you had told me that a show comes with the meal..." I tried to glare at him haughtily, but it looses something when you're standing there in a towel. "What are you doing here? I thought you were working today?" "Why would you think that?" He asked in amusement. "I drove past the firehouse and—" I trailed off, not liking that I sounded like a stalker. Jack chuckled. "Kenny's using my truck to pick up a load of lumber later." "So, uhm..." Oh hell, I really hated being caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Are you working on the basement today?" "Nope." Jack slowly advanced into the room. I swallowed hard. Damn he was fine. And the look in his eyes as he reached for my towel was enough to open the flood gates between my legs. "And we don't need to pick out paint chips or any other nonsense like that?" I added breathlessly. I wanted to be very sure that what I thought was going to happen was finally happening. Jack shook his head. "I've had only one thing on my mind since our little trip to the flooring store last week." "Laying tile?" I guessed. "Not even close." He had me backed up against the bed. Just a little nudge with his knee and I fell back onto the sheets, pulling my towel off as I went down. He took his time and looked me over thoroughly, his eyes warm with appreciation. "How do you want it, Ang?" Jack put a knee on either side of me and pulled my hands up over my head, holding them in place. Oh god he felt great! Warm, solid, and hard where it counted. "I don't suppose you brought your uniform?" I asked with a playful wink. Jack chuckled, using one hand to hold me in place while the other slid down cup my breast. "I'll be sure to bring it next time." I arched my back some, pushing my breast up into his calloused hand. "Next time? We haven't even gotten through this time yet." He rolled my nipple between his fingers and I gasped softly. "Then what are we waiting for?" Jack responded, covering my mouth with his. Jack was a truly masterful kisser. His tongue knew all the right places to go. He knew when to suck, when to nibble, when to all out assault. While his lips were devouring me his hand had made its way down to my clit and was teasing me with feather light strokes. He could tell when I'd get close to the edge and back off, not letting me cum quite yet. And it was really starting to piss me off. "Stop it." I hissed, pushing my pelvis up in a futile attempt at release. "Stop what?" He asked, seizing on my nipple and sucking my breast into his mouth. I had to force myself to think. Why in the world would I want him to stop? What he was doing felt so incredible. If he would only— "Let me cum." I panted, trying to pull my hands free and ease my need with my own fingers. "As much as you've teased me the past few weeks?" Jack grinned evilly at me before switching his attention to my other tit. "Not a chance babe." "But...but..." Oh he was just plain cruel. "But you came last week." I protested weakly, trying to bring my legs up and wrap around him but finding I was very thoroughly restrained. "That was the biggest tease of them all." He shifted some and slid his free hand to his pants. I could feel his belt come undone, and thought that maybe he was going to bring us both off at the same time. "I couldn't enjoy you the way that I wanted to and keep the truck on the road at the same time." "You seemed to enjoy it well enough." I defended. "And the closet..." "Again, hotter than I could've fucking imagined, but not anywhere near satisfying." His hand slid smoothly up my arms and before I realized what he was doing my hands were secured with his belt. "I had to watch Kenny do you instead." Jack fastened the belt to the headboard and then sat back to study his handy work. "And he did it all wrong." I was somewhere between slightly alarmed and very aroused. "What did he do wrong?" "He went way too fast." Jack slid down to the foot of the bed and spread my legs apart. "Kenny got in, hosed down and got out." His finger rested just at the entrance, smiling at the moisture pooling there. "What he failed to do though is slowly, carefully, thoroughly inspect the entire structure for flash points." And with that Jack went to work...seemingly over every square inch of my body. Licking, blowing, kissing, sucking, tickling. I was ready to scream, beg, claw his eyes out by the time his exploratory mission finally found its way to the heart of the fire. "I think I found the source of your problem here." His tongue lapped over my clit and I almost bounded off the bed. "See, ready to go off at any second." "Jack, I swear to god if you don't let me—" He tsked and I could feel his warm breath against my pink pocket. "Ang, I don't think you're in any position to make demands." I closed my eyes and mentally chided myself. Of course. This was why I was tied up. He wanted to be in charge of the game today. And now he was going to make it even more excruciating. I know if the roles were reversed I sure as hell would make him suffer. But I still had one ace in the hole— "Remember, I still have to pick up Sam from school." Jack smiled wickedly. Oh, shit. Somehow he knew. "Thanks for reminding me. Your mom was leaving a message on the machine when I came in. She said they would take Sam to the movies and then they'd all pick Tyler up after school and take both boys to dinner. They just didn't feel right about leaving Ty out of it all." His tongue dipped into her navel. "Nice try though." "Well, Carla and the girls..." "Have a girl scout meeting after school." He finished for me. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt off and I stared at the luscious expanse of his chest hungrily. "The way I figure it we've got a good five hours or so left." He pushed off his shorts and his cock gratefully jumped free of its confines. "And we are gonna spend every minute fucking." Five hours? Oh yeah. "But do I have to spend the entire time tied up?" "We'll see." He said with a wink before repositioning himself between my legs and diving into my pussy with gusto. Where Jack made me wait before he showed no mercy now, licking and finger fucking until I didn't think I stand it anymore. "Uncle!" I finally proclaimed, thrashing wildly. "What's that?" He asked, looking up with a smirk. "Uncle." I repeated very succinctly. "I Give. You Win." I don't think I've ever come that much. I desperately needed a break from his onslaught. "Whatever it is you're trying to prove, you've proved it already." Jack stood up and his dick strained almost painfully in my direction. "Not quite yet." He repositioned my feet onto his shoulders and slowly sunk that straining member deep into my pussy. "Now that is much better." He announced, slowly pulling back and sinking into me with more force. I was now officially envious of Carla. If my husband was this much of a sex god I would never let him out of my sight. Phil was fine when he was home, but ohmigod Jack was a lover of mythic proportions. I cannot say in all honesty that I ever have been, or expect ever to be, fucked quite so thoroughly. Every stroke into me was sheer poetry. But I didn't want poetry. I wanted Jack to come already damnit. Hard, fast and very very deep inside of me. "Is that the best you've got, Hun? Cuz I can always call Kenny—" Oh but I was a naughty, naughty girl. Jack took the bait as anticipated and pounded into me with such force that I was sure the belt around my wrists would leave marks. "You can't take my best, Babe." He assured, his fingers digging into my hips. "Oh yeah?" I wrapped my hands around the bedpost and held on for dear life. "Try me." Jack did not disappoint. For a while there I was sure I had pushed him too far and was going to get fucked into next Tuesday, but the wild pumping was almost more than he could stand as well. I could tell he was close and played my final card. "Hell, the police department was better than this." "Not a chance." Jack's thumb returned to my clit and I exploded into about a gazillion pieces. Only once he was certain that I was thoroughly satisfied did he finally let go and explode deep in my cunt, shot after fantastic shot. "Okay, maybe as good as the cops." I conceded when he collapsed on top of me. "You're a bad liar." He said, kissing me thoroughly before rolling over onto the bed next to me. "It worked, didn't it?" I said with a shrug, trying to curl up to that sexy fireman chest of his. "What do you say we lose the ties that bind here, huh?" Jack chuckled and reached up to unhook his belt from the head board. "But if you so much as even think about doing that to me you'll be sorry." Jack promised, his hand falling over my chest possessively. "As long as you can promise me this wasn't a single-alarm fire." "Not by a long shot." He promised with a wink. "Just give the old pumper there some time to refill—" I giggled. "Then we'll see what other firemen euphemisms we can act out?" "I've got a million of them." Jack assured me. Oh good...and I couldn't wait to try every one of them.