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My heart literally skips a beat as I take in her figure and the gorgeous smile, completely centered on the mischievous pussy, who up until a minute ago was making my life a living hell.
I’m so startled by the woman’s looks I actually miss a footing on the ladder, let out a shriek, and fall, unceremoniously to the ground.
The wind is instantly knocked out of me and the pain in my back feels like I’ve just been hit with a sledgehammer.
One of my colleagues stands over me with a cheeky smile on his face. “You alright there, boss?” he says.
“Wipe that smug look off your face,” I manage, “and help me up… I’m too old for this shit.”
He grabs me by the arm and hauls me to my feet. I crack my neck and look around at a group of people, cameras in hand. No doubt I’ll be spread about on the internet before I get home tonight.
I massage my temples and stretch out my back. Trying to act like falling out of a tree is no big deal.
“You’d think a fireman would know how to use a ladder,” the old lady sneers.
“Thank you,” I say, “I’m fine. Nice of you to ask.”
I limp over to the wagon, hoping I can get the hell out of here as quick as possible. But, as I’m opening the door, the lady with the cat comes up beside me.
“I wanted to say thank you,” she says, stroking her cat with gentle, loving tenderness.
The pussy is resting peacefully against her bosom. Its eyes closed. Nudging its head towards her hand.
I can’t help but notice she’s not wearing a bra and when I speak, my voice comes out thick and croaky.
“Just doing my job,” I say, “no big deal.”
I want to pick this woman up and take her home. I want to know what it feels like to taste her sex. To hear her call my name as my tongue flicks inside her.
“But it is a big deal,” she says, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
Her chin wobbles and her eyelids flutter. “God,” she sniffs, “I must seem like a crazy person… I really didn’t mean to cry. But he’s been missing for a week, and I was starting to think maybe he might have been hit by a car... or attacked by a dog... or fallen asleep in a truck and then the truck had driven all the way to Alaska, and when Captain Fluffington got out there was nothing about but miles and miles of frozen tundra, and he tried to find some food, but all the food was frozen, and then maybe he got chased by wolfs and had to escape to higher grounds, and he was trapped, and he was up there for days and days and eventually he froze, and the eagles eat his eyes out.” She lets out a stifled sound that’s half laugh and half cry, and then she strokes the cat's head again.
“Well,” I say, “everything worked out in the end.”
“Yeah,” she smiles, “it really did.”
There’s a pause in the conversation and it feels like she’s about to say goodbye and walk out of my life forever. But, the little voice in my head screams at me, telling me to do something to stop that from happening.
“Hey,” I say, looking at my watch and trying to act as casual as possible, even though my heart is racing a million miles an hour and it feels like it’s jumped out my rib cage and lodged itself in my throat. “I get off work pretty soon. You fancy grabbing a coffee with me?”
“A coffee?” She eyes me up and down. The feeling of her gaze on my body sends a ripple of desire all the way from the tips of my fingers to the tip of my semi-hard cock. “Like a date?”
“Yeah,” I say, looking her right in her deep, blue eyes, and then watching as the tip of her tongue runs along her upper lip. “A date.”
3
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” I scream into the car speaker as I drive home. “Captain Fluffington is totally okay, and I’m going on a date!”
“Wait,” Kate says, “what?”
“I know!” I thump the steering wheel and look at the huge grin on my face in the rear-view mirror. “The fireman! He asked me out! I’m on my way home now to get changed and then I’m meeting him at a coffee shop!”
Kate lets out a series of whoops and you-go-girls. I do a quick celebration dance, drawing the attention of the driver next to me at the traffic lights.
“So,” Kate asks, “what’s he like?”
“He’s hot, Kate,” I gasp, remembering the close-cut silver hair and the huge muscles. Remembering the deep dark eyes that looked straight into my soul. The tattoos that ran up his arms. The big, straight jawline, covered in salt and pepper stubble. “Like, out of this world hot! I can’t believe it. I’m actually going on a date with an honest-to-god fireman!”
