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Fire Hall Show
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Fire Hall Show.
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It's a hot, humid day again, with a persistent drizzle. The boys at
the fire hall were getting so bored of just sitting around, they
almost wished a fire would start, just for the excitement. Then you
walk in, wearing a red raincoat tied at your waist and coming down
to mid thigh, where your sexy legs continue down to the red pumps with
four inch heels on your feet.
"Hi, could I have a tour of the station?" you give one of the guys
your most winning smile, and a glimpse of your cleavage inside the
unbuttoned raincoat.
"Uh, sure. Do you want to start with the trucks?" From the way he
has his hands shoved in his pockets, you can tell he has a hardon
already.
"However you usually do it, thanks." You flash him another smile,
this time running the tip of your tongue over your parted lips,
subconsciosly. Or at least it could be subconsciosly, it's really a
well calculated tease.
The fireman opens the door of a pumper for you, "Hop in.". It's a big
step up to the running board, and you expose most of your thigh as you
pull yourself up and swing around in with your legs slightly parted.
Parted just enough that he imagines that he can see ..., but he's not
sure.
He pulls himself in beside you and starts showing you all the controls
while you sit there, looking him straight in the eye, and running one
hand over the big stick shift so seductively he can't even imagine
it's subconscious this time. He's starting to stumble a little in his
descriptions of the pumper. "I'll show you upstairs n-next."
You give him a nearly full view of your breasts as he helps you out of
the truck, and then gestures you ahead of him up the stairs so he can
follow behind you and enjoy the view you know how to enhance so well.
"Here's where we spend most of our time, waiting for a fire, or an
emergency rescue call." The half a dozen guys lounging on their bunks
or playing ping pong give you a good looking over. One gives you a
wolf whistle at the same time as another makes a cat call.
"And this it the pole we slide down to get to the trucks in a hurry."
You step over to the edge of the hole, "I've always wanted to slide
down a big pole like this, can I?" "Uh sure. Do you want me to go
down to catch you at the bottom?" "No, that's ok, but could you hold
my raincoat for me?" You pull your raincoat off your shoulders and
stand there stark nude, except for your red pumps. Every jaw in the
place drops, and you hear the sound of the ping pong ball hitting the
floor.
"Thanks." Folding your raincoat over your guide's shoulder, you wrap
your legs around the pole, pressing your bare pussy against the cool
brass, and hugging it between your breasts. You slide gracefully to
the bottom, look back up and wave "Bye".
You turn and walk out of the station, crossing the street fully
exposed to passers by and get in the car where I am waiting. Looking
back you can see all the guys staring out of the station as I pull
away. Your guide is standing there in the doorway with your raincoat
over his arm.
You look at me expectantly. "No, you may not cover yourself up for
the trip home. Put your hands on the neck rest." As you quietly do
so, I deftly clip them to a pair of handcuffs there. You spend a lot
of time on the trip home blushing and looking down as passing
motorists get a good view of your tits being pushed up and out in
front of you from having your hands tied up behind your neck.
When we get home, your hands are released from the neck rest and
recuffed behind your back before you are whisked inside. Grabbing one
of your nipples between a thumb and forefinger, I lead you behind me
straight to the bedroom. I undo one handcuff and point to the bed.
When you lie down on your back, I lock your hands together to the
headboard. Then your legs are brought up and your ankles locked to
the sides of the headboard, leaving your pussy fully exposed and
vulnerable. You feel my fingers probing the wetness there. "You're
drenched, my sweet. Of course I didn't have to check to know that, I
just like to."
I bring my moistened fingers to your lips so you can smell and taste
yourself. You are just acheing to come. You see me slip the keys to
your cuffs into my pocket. "I'm going off to a conference now, my
sweet. I'll leave the telephone next to you, for when you want to get
up. I've programmed the speed dial button for the fire department.
They have bolt cutters that can get you lose. If they want to use
them. Have fun."
As I leave the house and you hear me drive away, you can't help
wondering how long you can bear to stay like this. How long will it
take before you work up the nerve to call the fire department and have
the men come over to let you free. If you remember, you could ask them
to bring your raincoat.
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Just a story, of course. I wouldn't tear the boys in red from their
duty just to replace me in one of mine. :-)
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