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THE FIRESTATION
Jane was fresh out of firefighting school and she was hot! All the guys in the department wanted to take her under their wing and under their body. She generated pure sex appeal, even in all of her gear. She was the only woman firefighter in a department of 30 men who were scattered among 6 firestations.
Johnny was a veteran firefighter of 7 years. He saw people come and go and definitely did not want to see her go. He was 30, single, and wanted her. He pulled strings and made sure her schedule coincided with his. He sat next to her when they ate, slept in the bunk next to her when they were on the 24 hour shift, and followed her into burning buildings when they worked. He was her protector, her adviser, the man who lusted after her, the man who told the others to stay away from her.
He was well liked in the department and the only single guy. The other men watched him watch her. They winked and nodded their heads at each other when she walked in the room and Johnny caught sight of her. He was like a puppy seeing his feed bowl put in front of him. They joked among themselves that if he had a tail he would wag it at the sight of her. He had something to wag at her all right, but it wasn’t a tail.
Jane and she was every inch a woman. All 5’10” of her. When she took off her hat a crop of short curly blonde hair fell out. Her uniform covered a body that was a man’s best dream. She had an hourglass figure with a little more on the top half of the hourglass then the bottom half. Her soft brown eyes would melt a man’s heart like chocolate left out in the sun. She was soft spoken, her voice low and very feminine. She walked tall and straight and proud and her hips swung when she walked, like an invitation to paradise.
Her father was Fire Chief in another state. She had grown up with firefighters and wanted to be one for as long as she could remember. She knew how passionate they were about their work. It wasn’t just a job to them, it was life and death. It was a brotherhood and now it included women. She moved to another state with her father’s blessing. He understood she had to prove herself on her own, without his influence. A matter of pride.
Jane also knew what Johnny was all about. She had watched him as much as he had watched her and liked what she saw. He was tall with a broad chest and arms and legs of steel, built like a man ought to be built. All a definite plus for his chosen occupation. He was ruggedly handsome with thinning hair, a square jaw, blue eyes and a mustache. Oh how she loved a mustache! He carried himself with pride and dignity. She knew a dedicated firefighter when she saw one and she saw one in him.
She liked it when he looked at her in that special way, desire written all over his face. She knew when they slept that he watched her, looked at her curves as she wiggled her bottom to snuggle into a good position. She did that for his benefit. She wanted him as much as he wanted her but would not make the first move. She wondered when he would. Wondered how much teasing he was going to endure, enjoying the effect she had on him, enjoying the effect he had on her. Her panties were wet more often then not.
One day they returned from a call. Not a bad fire but bad enough to be covered with smoke and grime. It was her turn to take a shower first, since they had only one shower. She gathered her belongings and a towel . Johnny watched as she went into the shower room and closed the door. He gave her a few minutes then turned to the guys and without saying a word, gave them ‘the look’ and shook his index finger at them, letting them know they had better stay away. He opened the shower room door, stepped in and closed it quietly behind him.
This was the day the rest of them had been waiting for! They had watched this coming on for months and if he thought they were going to be left out now, he better think again. They gathered around the peep hole taking turns watching, anticipating and winking at each other and grinning from ear to ear.
She didn’t hear him come in over the noise of the water and her back was to him.
He removed his clothes and stood watching her. He had seen her before, through the peep hole, but standing in the same room with her was different. She was beautiful. She all he had envisioned, a straight back, heart shaped buttocks and shapely long legs. He felt his cock stir.
She turned around just as he touched himself. She drew in her breath and held the washcloth over her breasts, then smiled at him and slowly lowered it. That was all the invitation he needed and joined her in the shower.
