Page 17 of Playing With Fire
I don’t even realize I’m squinting through the glazed glass,trying to catch a glimpse until she straightens up with her back to me and…oh, fuck.
My cock jumps so hard I’m afraid he’s about to ring the doorbell his damn self.
Shannon’s wearing some kind of unique, strappy, lingerie with a bodice like a corset. The dark, blood red piece makes her look like a vampire queen. Her toned legs are on full display as is her matching ass.
I’ve never seen an ass like that.
Please turn around,I silently beg.
As if she can hear me, she turns partially, and sets her camera up on the fireplace mantle before sitting back on the couch and spreading her legs.
I’m hard as steel as I watch her move back and forth from the couch to the phone, assuming she’s checking the pictures.
I damn near lose my fucking mind when she sucks a finger into her mouth and begins playing with herself. Although I can’t see what she’s touching, my imagination is doing an impeccable job of filling in the rest of the image.
I should stop this.
I should go.
This is so wrong. Not only is she unaware she’s being watched, this is another man’s wife for Christ’s sake.
Go back to the truck, Goddorah!
I’ve been here too long already. Dispatch monitors the truck GPS all day. If we’re stopped longer than four minutes, they check in to make sure the driver and the truck are okay.
I glance down at my watch.
I’ve been here six minutes to drop off an envelope that didn’t even require a signature.
Fuck.
Reluctantly, I tear my eyes away right as Shannon drops her head back on the couch, her shoulder moving with theincreased speed of her hand. Walking away from this sight might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life…and I was a combat drone pilot overseas for four years.
I really don’t want to lose this job though, so I spin around to race down the steps of the porch. Unfortunately, I turn so fast, the scanner on my belt swings out and smacks the glass door loudly.
I don’t look back to see if Shannon heard it before climbing in the truck, checking in with dispatch, and driving away like my ass is on fire.
Unable to focus the rest of the day, I text Wendy as soon as my shift ends, silently thanking God I don’t work at the fire station again until tomorrow because tonight I need a release.
Wendy
Yeah, I’m free tonight.
My relief is soon replaced by guilt.
Hudson
Full disclosure, I need a distraction.
Understanding it might kill my chances, I admit that I need to use Wendy to block Shannon out of my mind. I don’t give her all the details because we don’t have that kind of relationship, but I need to be honest with her. I’ve done enough shitty things today.
Wendy
As long as you get me off, you can use me however you want. ;)
Hudson
Make sure you’re hydrated. See you at 6?
