It was a long night just sitting at the station. There were no emergency calls so it was another boring night of television. The problem was my partner. I had known her for a few years and she could be the party girl, when she wanted. The problem was her perfume. It was simply intoxication, almost fruity and a little musky. She was an attractive woman just a little older than I was. She had shoulder length blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She had gained a large than normal chest from having kids and her hips were a little wider too. She always commented on her breasts not shrinking after children.
As I said here we were in the lounge watching TV. She had taken off her uniform shirt and only was wearing a tight white tank-top now. Although she said it was fat, I thought her ass was lovely, even in the baggy work pants. Well she just killed me when she bent over to pick something off the floor and I got a glimpse down her shirt. I swear if I were her kids I would never leave her breasts. I didn't hear myself moan but I must have because she looked up and smiled at me. I turned fire engine red and looked away. I got up from the chair and left the room for a few minutes to change the color of my face back to pink.
I went to the front entrance of the station to stand on the breezeway and noticed an approaching thunderstorm. There was a slight breeze blowing but it was still warm out. If not for that breeze I would not have known she had joined me on the porch. The smell of that perfume made me all fuzzy. She leaned against the post opposite of the one I was leaning on and began to tell me a story about how thunderstorms had frightened her since she was a little girl. I watched as she spoke, not really concentrating on the story but how lovely the dimples were in her face and the way her eyes lit up as she recollected. After about 15 minutes we went inside and changed into our sleep clothes. We got out the jumpsuits we would wear over them if we had a night call and sat down to watch a little more TV and see how long the storm would last. I just knew we would have a call and go out in the rain.
Fortunately, I seemed to have picked that one wrong. The storm was growing stronger and finally the lights flickered. There was a loud crash of thunder and then the lights went out. The station became pitch black. I went to the front of the station to get a flashlight so I could make out what was going on in the station and check the building then too because that sounded awfully close. In the midst of making my way out to the front, I found my partner. I felt my way along the wall and had found where she was standing, in an embarrassing way. I know my face could have lit up the room when I realized that it was one of her breasts I was holding now. I apologized and continued to move down the hallway and stopped to open a door and that is when I felt her hand grasp me in the crotch. She giggled and apologized to me, sarcastic as it sounded.
After a couple of minutes we found the flashlight and then some candles to put up since it seemed unlikely we were getting back our electric anytime soon. I settled into the couch and leaned against a pillow on the one end. She asked if it bothered me if she sat on the couch with me. Recalling her story, I told her that it was fine. She lay down on the couch and placed her head in my lap and nuzzled up against my leg. The perfume was again filling my mind. I looked down at her and could not help but notice that now along with the tank top; she was wearing very tight red cotton shorts and had no panty lines. She had also taken off her bra and was just wearing that sinful top. I let my eyes glide from head to toe and enjoyed the beauty this woman just seemed to give off, like a glow.
While I was exploring every inch of her with my eyes and my imagination she had moved her head slightly. As I looked down she told me it was ok to lay my arm on her and not in the uncomfortable position that I was in keeping it on the backrest.
I rested my hand down on her arm. I was amazed at just how soft her skin really was, like fine velvet. I really wasn't paying attention to the storm that was still going on. I was mesmerized by her corn silk hair and her toned body. Without knowing it I was stroking her arm and shoulder. She took a deep breath and sighed. My hypnotic state was broken by this completely erotic sound.
I had moved to stroking her hair at her request and was lost in the feeling of her hair running through my fingers like cool water. She soon was returning the favor, but much less subtly. She, in the meantime, had decided to stroke the inside of my thigh right where she was resting her head in my lap. The sensation was making me stir and I was growing in size.
"Hmmm, what have we here." she exclaimed with a coy smile on her face.
