Hot Firefighter
I've always had a thing about men in uniform. I don't know what it is, I just find uniformed men so incredibly sexy.
Some men in uniform are associated with bad experiences. I mean, look at the cops for example. Most people think of the time they got slapped with a ticket for speeding. Hardly a turn on is it?
Now for me, there are one group of men in uniform that are true heroes. Firefighters. Almost every time a firefighter turns out, he has to put his life on the line. This incredible bravery combined with that sexy uniform is enough to get most women wet between the legs and I'm no different.
So that's how I came to attend a public demonstration by our local fire dept, which led to me getting hosed down in the best possible way.
During the show, I noticed a hot firefighter who was maybe 26 years old. He wasn't the guy in charge, nor was he one of the juniors. He seemed to be a get the job done sort, and as I stood there watching him, I wished he would do the job on the fire between my legs.
My thoughts turned to dreams, my dreams to fantasies, my fantasies to feeling light headed and then... well... feinting. That's right, I got myself so worked up I feinted
I had no idea of course until I came round, feeling a little groggy as Paul stood over me. That was his name, Paul. As I came down to earth, he told me I had feinted and as he was the senior first aider on the crew, he would take care of me.
Take care of me? That's what I needed all along, but even in my state, I doubted he meant take care of me in the way I desired.
Paul told me how he had been worried about me at the time, wondering if he would have to give me the kiss of life.
“That would be nice” I replied, a glint in my eye.
As he continued telling me about my episode, he told he that he had loosened my clothing. “Not half enough” I teased again. He gave me a funny look, not sure if I was serious or not. I was more than serious, I wanted him right there and then.
As he checked my blood pressure for the umpteenth time, I noticed a bulge in the front of his pants. “So THAT'S where you keep your hose” I chuckled, making him blush. His lack of responses made me wonder. Either he was a total prefessional, gay or maybe just not sure how to react to a horny woman coming onto him in this way. Of course, he could have been concerned that I might feint again if he got me excited.
He fastened the strap around my arm to check my blood pressure and began to inflate it. “You pump so well” I teased, adding “do you pump off the job as well?”
Still his only response was to smile. Maybe he thought I was a lunatic. Ah well, only one thing for it.
As he took my reading, I stretched out, rubbing my hand over his crotch, forcing a gasp from him. At last! A response! He tried to focus on the job in hand, but my own hand was making that increasingly difficult for the poor fella as he cock was trying to rip a hole in his uniform.
Taking his hand, I placed it on my breast, saying “you should check my heart too.” He squeezed my 36c like it was a stress ball. I'd got him!
I asked him if the demonstration was still going and he said yes. “How much longer to go?” I asked. “40 minutes” came his reply.
“Great!” I said sitting up, “you could give me a personal demonstration of your own equipment right now.”
I began to unfasten his pants, eager to get my hands on his manhood. In one way it seemed to a shame to have a hot man in uniform, only for me to be removing it, but I wanted him so bad.
When his cock was free, I began to show him a little bit of my own kiss of life techniques, fastening my warm mouth over the end of his cock to give him a blowjob.
Paul moaned as my mouth worked over his dick, getting harder by the minute, but I couldn't wait a minute longer.
Moving to the end of the examination table, I lifted my skirt, pulled my panties aside and begged him to fuck me.
All professional courtesy had gone out the window as he stood between my legs, pushing his fat cock into my steaming hole. I almost fell off the table.
He worked it in and out of me, gently at first, then gradually getting harder, until he was fucking me so hard, I thought the medical trolly might shoot across the room.
I could tell he was getting close, so I began to encourage him. “That's it baby, put the fire out. Pump me harder you horny bastard.”
Hearing me talk like this, Paul couldn't hold out and he grunted, filling me a big load of his hot cum.
He quickly pulled out, fastening his dick back inside his uniform in case someone came by. It was lucky he did, as a couple of minutes later, his boss dropped in to see how I was doing.
I was laying on the table, skirt down as if nothing had happened, but my face was flushed red from the hard fucking I had just received.
He asked Paul about the details, then looking at my flushed face, he suggested Paul take my blood pressure once again. Unsurprisingly, it was still high from the hot sex we'd just had, but not dangerously high.
He looked at Paul and said “she still looks a little flushed, and her blood pressure is raised, maybe you ought to drive her home.”
Now that was enough to make any woman feel better.
NOTE: This is my men in uniform fantasy. It hasn't actually happend (yet) but I live in hope! Tina xx
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