Fireman Sex

Helmets to the fore and hoses to the ready! Martin rushed through the open door of the hail of residence to find… Well, girls — lots of girls, standing, sitting and valking up and down the long wide stair-vay. Girls in jumpers and jeans, in lacy tops and ankle-length skirts.

‘Where’s the fire?’ he gasped, as three his firemen colleagues rushed off along the ground floor corridor.
A girl shrugged, ‘Probably isn’t one. The alarm’s always going off. Why, only the | other day…’
‘Complacency can kill! Better get you I all outside to he on the safe side,’ Martin
As females of every shape, size and shade started to file from the building, he took the stairs three at a time, energy flooding through his veins like champagne.
Christ, there was smoke up here! He coughed his way along the empty corridor until he saw the remains of the smoke bomb, the gaudy label with its grinning schoolboy face. Idiots! Aside from the expense of a call-out, someone could have got a real scare from all of this.

Someone had. Martin heard a whimper and turned towards the nearest bathroom door, which was being slowly pushed open. The girl facing him had obviously just got out of the bath. She was naked, doe-eyed.

‘It’s all right, love…’
She staggered into the corridor and threw her warm nude flesh against his uniformed chest. Gazing over her shoul¬ders to the mirror he could see his own brown eyes, dark hair, neat moustache. He looked strong, sure, even handsome. She looked great.

‘Oh, help! I heard the bell. By the time I opened the door…’
‘It’s a smoke bomb.’
He patted her back, realised he wanted to pat much more.

‘Can’t just be smoke,’ she muttered. The alarm’s only triggered by heat.’
I’ll check it out.’ He pushed her gently but reluctantly away. ‘Now let’s get you out of here.’
If there’d been flames racing towards them he could have picked her up in a fireman’s lift. He could imagine the feel of her smooth buttocks under his palms as he held her over his shoulder. Her breasts would be pressing into his epaulettes, her long hair falling forward, down his back. He forced his eyes to stay focused on her face, though his gaze couldn’t help but notice her slender pale outline, the fact that the tiny towel she’d now picked up only covered her tummy and the lower half of her teats.

Take this.’
He took off his jacket and handed it to her, turned resolutely away as she dropped the towel. Looked back to see that the garment bagged open, barely skirting her thighs. Its deep vee collar showed the sweet, dark, moist hollow, a flash of nipple from the side.

‘You’ll need another bath after this!’ he joked as they walked out into the acrid corridor.
‘You could hose me down instead.’
Martin’s heart missed a beat. Was she serious? He cast a sideways glance at her, once again appreciating her large hazel eyes, her long chestnut hair, her full pink mouth. That pert little nose looked made for kissing. So did that slender creamy neck…

They reached the outer door, walked through it into the concrete grounds.

Will you be warm enough?’ he asked as she sat down on the little wall that sur¬rounded the hail.
‘Going to strip off your shirt for me if I’m cold?’
Martin smiled. ‘I might — I’m a gentle¬man!’ In truth, his prick was starting to feel far from gentlemanly, wanted to swell and thrust.
But what if she was just killing time, just teasing? She might be playing a game, flattering a potential piece of rough. He mustn’t risk taking it the wrong way, risk causing a scene, feeling stupid.

‘I’ll now single-handedly save your home from the flames,’ he said with a little mock bow. He could see Pete and Rob emerging through the door, knew from their relaxed grins and unfazed limbs that everything was okay.

‘Someone was cooking curry for twenty in that little kitchen — or trying to!’ grinned Pete. Tve never felt so much heat and that alarm’s got a hair trigger… Pow!’

‘Want to get them back in?’ Martin asked, looking over at the lolling mass of students. He knew what he wanted, or rather, who.

Pete gave his ‘all over, folks’ speech, and girls started to traipse back into the building. Martin’s girl walked over to him.
‘I’ll get some of my clothes, then I can give you back yours.’
The jacket looks better on you,’ Martin said appreciatively.’
‘It looks even better off.’
Rob’s mouth gaped open. Pete winked. Martin bit back a smile. Even if nothing came of this, the lads would be impressed that he’d found a fan club tonight.
‘We’ll keep the engine running for you, Martin,’ Pete said. Rob just grinned.
Ignoring them, Martin followed the girl to her room. He stopped outside.
‘Come in,’ she said, gazing back at him with eyes that looked irresistibly forward.
He strode across the small, neat room, stared out of the window at the big red engine. Heard his jacket fall to the floor. Her voice was vocal silk, pure promise.
‘Mr Firefighter — it’s all yours.’
He turned round. She must mean the jacket! Picked it up, feeling hot even before he shrugged it on. He looked back at her. Jesus, she was just wearing a thin white teeshirt. It clung to her braless breasts, to her belly, her thighs, still damp from her bath.
‘Can I offer you a drink of tea?’
She made it sound like a triple come, like the splendid spunk-spewed sex you had in your fantasies.
‘Better not…’ he started. She leaned forward and he saw the hard pinky-brown promise of her teats. ‘Hell, all right,’ he relented, swallowing, I’ll just tell the guys.’
After all, they could contact him on his mobile phone and he’d go direct to any fire in a taxi. Wednesday wasn’t chip fire night. Most likely they’d spend the rest of the evening playing cards.
He was playing Russian Roulette doing this but he was starting to feel lucky.
‘Be lucky!’ echoed Pete when he told him.
‘Jammy bastard,’ said Rob, who put passion before professionalism every time.
Taking his leave of them, Martin walked quickly back to room 209. The door was still open. She was still wearing the tee-shirt. She’d boiled the little electric kettle on the equally small table and had made two mugs of coffee with powdered milk.
Thought you said tea!’ he teased.
‘Oh, I’m full of surprises.’
Tell me more!’
She looked away, shrugged. ‘Use your imagination!’
If they’d met at a disco he’d have been kissing her by now. As it was…
‘Stayed here long?’
‘A year.’
‘What’re you studying?’
‘Human biology!’ she grinned. ‘No, really — English Lit.’
He felt dumb. He felt hard. She was bringing out both the best and the worst in him. He wanted to feel her mouth under his, feel her writhing. He wanted to make her come.
‘And when you graduate?’
Another shrug. ‘Maybe I’ll become a firewoman.’
‘Not if you cower in the loo every time a smoke bomb goes off!’
It was her turn to look away. He set down his coffee.
‘It’s a mad job! We had this house fire the other week. The owner had fitted a fortune’s worth of fire and burglar alarms.’ He shook his head, remembering. ‘She’d been on holiday when the blaze started and not a single alarm had pealed. Turned out he’d switched them all off before she left so that they didn’t accidentally disturb the neighbours. The insurance are still sorting that one out!’
She laughed. She had a soft laugh that made her look younger, friendlier.
‘Most of the boys round here don’t have any anecdotes. They’re still coming home with traffic cones on their heads!’
‘And you?’
‘Oh, I worked for a few years before going to uni. I’m older.’
‘How old?’
Twenty-two.’
He grinned. That’s ancient.’
‘Compared to the other first years, it is. They’re only 18.’
For the first time in a while Martin decided that his own 28 years was a good age to be.
He cleared his throat. ‘Do you go out with the lecturers, then?’
‘One. But it got complicated.’
‘How come?’
‘Bumping into him in the corridor every day…’
He nodded. ‘Being teacher’s pet has its downside, huh? Not exactly strangers in the night.’
His own night fever was increasing. The vibes were getting better and better.
‘I prefer a man in uniform,’ she added.
His heart raced. ‘How about a man without one?’
‘Great!’
Her voice was giving him the green light, but would her body be equally accepting? Martin took a deep breath. ‘Come over here now and undress this one,’ he said.

For a second she just stared at him, blushing slightly. Then she flicked her tongue across her lower lip, stood up, crossed the room and swung herself side¬ways into his lap. The bare length of her legs went over the chair arm. She pushed his jacket back and started to undo his shirt buttons, staring down at his hard-muscled chest. She seemed shyer now, more tongue-tied. He felt strong. Took hold of the end of her teeshirt and started to edge it up slowly. First upper thighs, then belly button, then spherical perked-up breasts came into view.

‘Lift your arms,’ he murmured, and she did so. He pulled the white cotton over her head, threw it to the floor.
He stared at her, stroked a knowing hand down her back. She closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to his, tongue flicking lightly. He kissed her for long, long moments. Finally moved his head away. ‘I’m going to give you a fireman’s lift to the bed.’

‘Promises. Promis…’
He had her over his shoulder, his free hand squeezing her bum cheeks before she’d finished the cheeky remark.
He laid her down on her back on the narrow divan: it looked like a monk’s bed. But she looked as if she’d enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, or was making up for lost time. She reached for his belt.
‘No. Leave my trousers and shirt on. Just unzip me.’
‘Spoilsport!’
‘I might be called away at any moment.’
Her mouth pouted with obvious frustra¬tion at the thought. ‘Don’t you dare go now!’
‘I’m a working man, remember. Not a lazy little student.’
‘I’m not lazy.’
‘Prove it!’
She stared up at him for a moment then put her lips to his nipples and ran her tongue round each in turn.
‘Kid’s play,’ Martin said.
‘Yeah, where would you like my tongue?’
‘Use your imagination!’
It was his turn to be awkward. He saw desire darken her eyes.
‘Here?’ she whispered, planting little nibbling kisses down his waist then dip¬ping below it to where his fly gaped and his pubic hair sprang free of his trousers.
‘Jesus!’ He sucked in his breath as her mouth found his manhood, widened to embrace it. She licked, lapped, sucked.
‘What’s your name?’
She took her mouth away. ‘Amanda.’
‘Lie on your back. Spread your legs, Amanda.’
He wanted to give as well as receive pleasure, see her eyelids flickering, mouth tensing, legs tightening as she creamed.
‘Part of the drill, is it?’
He stared down at her wordlessly till she closed her eyes again.
‘Lick me,’ she whispered, ‘please!’
He put his tongue on her clit, breathed the scent of strawberry bath oil. Gave a leisurely lick. Felt Amanda grab the crown of his head, tighten her hands over it con¬vulsively. He licked a second time, third time, fourth.
‘Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh!’
She was obviously partial to a tongue wash. He stroked a finger along the crease where body meets thigh and she moaned and lifted her arse from the bed, pushing her pudenda closer to his mouth.
He nibbled at her labia: the pinkish-brown leaves were slippery, salted.
The next lesson,’ he murmured, ‘involves the use of the fireman’s hose.’
‘Oh? Where does that go?’ She opened her eyes dazedly. She looked sweet yet wilful.
‘Guess.’
He fondled her pussy some more. She grunted, wriggled, gave a little half-cry that echoed round the tiny room.
‘In here!’ she gasped, taking hold of his hardness and guiding it in the direction of her soft wet sex.
‘Where? All that smoke… I can’t see!’ he teased as she whimpered and arched her back wildly.
‘Oh, you bastard plunge it up me now!’
‘I’ll see what I can do.’ Glad that he’d kept on his trousers, he went into his wal¬let, found a pack of three. Unwrapped the sheath with his teeth and handed it to her.
‘Put it on!

She was keen but inexperienced, fum-1 bled for a moment, forgot to push the air out. Then she located its tip and his tip, rolled it down.

‘Ready?’ She nodded. ‘You’d be no! use in an emergency!’
She rallied at that one. ‘I like to take my time.’
‘When people are hot they can’t wait to be released,’ he teased, rubbing his condom-clad cock against her opening.
‘I need it!’ she muttered, raising her body again and shoving it against him ; hard.
He moved away, using his braced arms to hold her down against the mattress. ‘If you really want it you could always go on top…’
She closed her eyes again. ‘I don’t feel ‘• right about…’
‘So you want a man’s weight on you? Want him looking down at you? Thrusting | into you?’
‘Yes!’
‘What else do you want?’
To come!’
‘Only if you’ve done your homework I like a good pupil! Do you know where the prostrate gland is, the way it likes to be | rubbed?’
She nodded. ‘I read… Oh, please!’
‘You penetrate me and I’ll penetrate! you,’ he whispered, stroking her slick hot lips again. ‘Wet your hand first,’ he added, and she did.
He almost came just watching her suck her fingers. She looked so virginal and yet so wanton. So sure and yet so shy. He couldn’t figure her out. She was Madonna | and whore, little girl and as teacher and student. She was beneath his hands and she wanted to come and he wanted to oblige.
‘Now play with my arsehole,’ he murmured.
She opened her eyes to cats’-width and parted her lips slightly, flushed, and fed the tip of one slim finger in, and then a little further.
‘Get off on that, do you?’ she grinned.
‘Harder,’ he said, and thrust into her well-oiled orifice for the very first time.
His own anal orifice was becoming wet with her saliva or his perspiration. He pushed his cock in hard, she pushed her fingers up him harder. He thought of smouldering settees and blazing car engines in order not to come. Thought of fitness tests and new recruits and pay strikes and… Oh, Jesus!
‘Enough!’ he moaned as she massaged the gland into exquisite heat.
‘What if I keep going?’ she whispered tauntingly, still polishing his sensitive innards.
‘I’ll come too quickly and you won’t come at all.’
‘You could use your hands…’
‘I have to save them for real work!’
‘Your mouth?’ she gasped. She was worried now. She’d stopped taunting him. He circled his cock in her slowly.
‘I need it to tell you what to do.’
‘Bastard!’ She edged her fingers reluc¬tantly out. Had there been two or three in there? After the first one it had all got a bit blurred with pleasure, with encroach¬ing need.
‘Now what?’
‘Now I’m going to fuck you hard and
you’re going to come equally hard, and then I can go off duty.’
‘Off duty!’ she half-laughed, but he pushed in harder and found the angle that thrilled her and the smile disappeared.
‘O-o-h, y-e-s!’ It took her a long time to say the words. She sounded near the brink now. Clit throbbing, heating, canal begging he knew the signs. Her nails were tighten¬ing against his shoulder blades, scratching lightly down his back, then clutching his buttocks. He thrust in even harder and saw her cheekbones tense and knew these other cheeks downstairs were about to tense as well.
Tea-break soon,’ he taunted. ‘I may have to pull out in a second!’
‘I’m almost…’
‘Might have to extinguish a matchbox, something important like that.’
She moaned helplessly and gazed up at him with eyes that were almost unsee¬ing. ‘Oh, please. Please. Please!’
His balls were gearing up for the great escape. He could feel the known, loved signals in his spine, spreading everywhere. He had to take her over the edge before he let go!
‘Might want to fuck a firewoman instead,’ he said. ‘You know a real woman, a working woman. I’d unbutton her jacket and pull down her trousers and…’ And she came.
The force of her pleasure seemed to grip his shaft even more tightly, hot wet¬ness rippling in around him. She cried out, a guttural moan that was so low-pitched it was almost male.
Thought students were quiet, bespec¬tacled types,’ he teased. Kept driving into her the way she wanted. The way he wanted. The way that led to bliss. Her breasts were splayed beneath his fingers, only the nipples upright. Her belly was rub¬bing against his. She put a knowing hand on his balls.
Heaven. He cried out, tensed in.
‘Oh, baby! Oh, Jesus!’ Gripped her arse as if it was a cliff edge whilst the cell-led elation coursed through his hips. His spine, his brain, his shaft had disappeared into another realm, through a door marked ecstasy.
‘Oh, Jesus!’ he said again.
Rested, walked to the shower along the corridor, returned to room 209 to kiss her goodnight.
Here — that’s my phone number,’ he said, putting a page of his notebook on her study desk.
‘You can squeeze the occasional stu¬dent into your sex life, then?’
He buttoned up his jacket, took her right breast in one large sure hand and played his thumb round the nipple until her face changed. ‘Always happy to please the public,’ he said.
‘You did! You know you did!’
Half-grimacing, she sank back against the pillows. His cock started to throb again, but he’d played truant from work for too long already. It was time to leave.
Walking gingerly through the grounds, Martin mused over the encounter. He was a good laugh, good in bed — but not good at quoting Homer or discussing how Dick¬ens felt about family life. He’d have thought the mature male student — maybe a post¬graduate — was more her type.
Students sucked, thought Amanda as she watched Martin walk away through the grounds. Or else they didn’t — were still callow youths who just wanted to put their dry, probing fingers up you to have some¬thing to tell their mates about. She preferred an experienced, slightly aggressive man.
And this hall was the right place to be! Why, only last month a six-foot-tall body¬building policeman had had to interview the bag-snatch victim in the next room.
Amanda had met him in the corridor and persuaded him to stay for more than a cup of tea.
She smiled. She’d promised herself a new man every month for the year, before she settled down with her overseas fiance. The fireman might get a second bite of the cherry, he’d been that good. Thereafter? Well, there was talk of bringing in a private security firm, which meant caps and boots and hopefully even handcuffs. And there were always gas and electricity appliances that needed to be fixed or read…