Sexy Clips (Pt. 3)

The day finished slowly, but as soon as she was able, she left for the fish fry at the firehouse. The men were in their uniforms outside, showing off their muscles as often as they could. The bright red's against their tan skin was a perfect combo in her eyes.

This is going to be easy.

Her eyes glided over the crowd. Wedding bands were on a few of their fingers so she wasn’t going to waste her time. The blonde at the end seemed to be open for conversation. She made her way over to strike up what she hoped would be a quickie in the truck. Her dark hair was loose and the wind was on her side.

“Hey there, handsome,” her voice purred over the table between them as she came closer, hips swinging in rhythm with her steps.

He lit up and smiled at her. “Well hi there, pretty lady.” He looked her up and down. She was dressed as a professional, but that didn’t mean she didn’t fill it out in all the right places.

We might not make it away from the table.

“You must be really strong, I hear your equipment is super heavy,” she said, looking up through her lashes and nibbled on her lower lip.

His eyes locked in on her mouth. “The hose is also really heavy, so we HAVE to be strong.”

“I bet it gets really big when it swells with… water.”

She leaned in with her chest first over on the table. Her light blue button down blouse was catching his attention nicely.

His lips pressed together hard, “Mmhmm.”

She felt her teeth with her tongue and mouth open so he could see, asking, “You know how to work a big hose, huh?”

His head twitched a little. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were after something.”

Ruse aside, she said, “I’ll be honest with you.” She stood up tall and held her ground. “I’m newly single and really just want a… tour of your firehouse.” Her eyes were devil some and an eyebrow let him know what she was meaning.

His chin lifted as a small smile crept on his smooth face. “You want one now or…”

“If you’d like.”

He was thinking.

“If you’re too busy I can ask another gentleman here.” She looked over to his right. The man next to him wasn’t paying much attention, his eyes locked in on a woman breastfeeding on the bench.

“I think I’m free enough,” he gestured with his head for her to follow.

She smiled politely as she rounded the corner of the table and followed him through the big open doors.

“These are our trucks.” He lifted his hand as he spun on his heels to look at her. He kept walking so they weren't going to be hopping in as she’d hoped.

She locked eyes with him and made sure she didn’t walk too fast. The sun was low in the sky, they still had a few hours of sunlight but the mood setting was beautiful.

“So what size sub do you have?” She smiled with her eyes.

“What?”

“You know, six inches or twelve?”

This made him smile. He stopped by a back door and opened it, asking, “Why don’t you step into my office and find out?”

Scarlett walked past him and ran her hand over his shirt to feel his strong flat stomach. “Sounds good to me.”

As she stepped in the lights blinked on to a full office area with just enough room for her to maybe lay on her back. Blondie stepped in and shut the door behind him.

“Knees?” he asked as he started to undo his pants.

There was no need to tell her twice. She kept eye contact as she dropped down on the dirty carpet. It was course against her knees under her black slacks but it just added to the full sensation of it all. Her hands crept up the sides of his thighs.

So thick.

His hands were busy reaching in through his zipper and unbuttoning his underwear that held him back. He pulled out a long, half hard Johnson. She slid up and gripped it with both hands, taking a quick look before she slid her tongue under it for a taste. He growled in approval as she made her way to his tip. He was pale but pink where he’d been circumcised mid-shaft, and long. As she pulled him into her wet mouth she could feel him grow with every pulse. Her hands reached around and grabbed his ass firmly.

He tasted like warm vanilla and smelled of fresh Irish soap against her tongue. Not the worst she’d had for sure. She was pulled from her thoughts as his hand reached around and pulled her hair out of her face. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she started to rock her tongue back and forth and moving her mouth further and further down his enlarging dick.

She was grateful for her lack of gag reflex as he started to thrust into her throat. Both hands were on her head now and she had to time her breaths perfectly to keep from turning red but she was loving the guttural sounds he was making with every move she’d make. Her lips started to feel soft and full from all the blood flow. They were going to look so good when she was done.

Even if he doesn’t come on my face, my swollen lips will make him want more.

The fan above them clicked a little as it moved air around the tiny room that was growing warmer by the minute. Scarlet let her hands slip around to feel his pelvis up to his shirt that was still tucked in. She pulled it up while keeping a rhythm and felt his cool skin against her fingertips. She was able to let the shirt go and it stay up because his suspenders held it in place nicely.

Gorgeous.

A quick rattle on the door stopped him in his tracks. “Hey Jack, I’m running out—”

A thin tall man walked in through the unlocked door.

Scarlet pulled back to smile at him.

“Oh.”

“Well hello, handsome! Want to join?”

Jack, or Blondie she called him in her head, slowly looked from his friend in shock to her, in more shock. She shrugged her shoulders when no one answered. “There’s plenty of room behind me.”

Tall, dark, and thin dropped his jaw then looked at his buddy. Jack shrugged and wiped off the stupid look. Man number two walked in and shut the door behind him.

Now, THIS will be fun.

She kicked off her black heels and lifted up off the ground. The room was going to smell of sex for days.

“My name—”

“Don’t care.”

His mouth audibly snapped shut.

“Drop your pants.”

He fumbled quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”