Hot Time in the Old Town (Close thread for cockslave and me)

[kittykateater]

Patrick O'Shaugnessy

Third generation Irish-American firefighter. 5'10", 190 pounds, muscular build. Brown eyes, red-brown hair.

I love being a firefighter...the pride of having graduated at the very top of my class in the Fire Academy. Being accepted in the department, which hires only the top half-perecent of firefighters. The adrenaline rush at a fire scene. The physical exertion that had put me in the best physical shape of my life. The feeling I'm doing something worthwhile in saving lives and property. The long, rich, and proud traditions of the fire service! Even the science of it: understanding about flashovers, backdrafts, air flows, how smoke is more deadly than flame. And the amazing new technologies, like goggles that can see through dense smoke.

Plus the way so many ladies think firefighters are HOT! Definitely a nice fringe benefit! Especially among women who had seen me as Mister February on this year's firefighters calendar! A pic, I'm proud to say, that had made many a young hottie ask me to personally warm-away the chill of February for them.

But if there's one thing I truly hate about the job, it's building inspections. Dressing up in doofy uniforms that were out of style half a century ago. Driving from building to building, poking around where's there's actually no danger, no emergency. Harassing citizens to put in and test smoke detectors. Writing long reports about every hazard. Yeah I know it's a vital part of the job and helps PREVENT fires. And helps educate the public for their own safety (those who will actually LISTEN). But inspections are boring as hell!

And the questions from civilians. Some of their questions just redefine DUMB!

Today's inspection was at an apartment building. Naturally, neither the landlord nor the super was anywhere to be found! So I had to knock on each and every apartment door. My disposition was souring by the minute. It took everything I had to smile pleasantly and politely at each apartment.

I was just about to leave the building entirely and drive the truck back to the station, when a female voice called out "Excuse me? Mister Fierfighter.....sir!"

Oh hell, here we go again. Another totally DUMB question from some blue-haired 85-year-old grandma.

But when I turned around to make eye contact, I was speechless. The young lady standing before me would make a Victoria's Secret model look ugly by comparison!

I was speechless! I just stood there tongue-tied, slowly looking her up and down, awaiting her question, hoping she might introduce herself, hoping we might somehow connect. Hoping that what she wanted to ask me was to autograph her copy of the firefighter's calendar...maybe ask me if I really look that great shirtless, and want me to show her....in her apartment.

Yeah right, fat chance of any of THAT!

 

[cockslave]

Suzanne Montgomery
29 yr old
red ahired green eyed
a little over 5 ft 6
medium build but a little top heavy

IC

I had been down the mall getting a couple of things for my new apartment. A lamp, some kitchen bits and pieces some perfumed candles for the bath and lounge. I only moved in last week and already it felt like home. The neighbours all seemed nice enough and I had invited a few of y friends and colleagues from work round on Saturday week fro a house warming party. That should give me a chance to get things ship shape in the apartment.

Now my only real concern is living above the third floor, always safety conscious, was how would I get out if there was a fire and what could be done to prevent them.

I guess it all stemmed back to when I was a kid. My next door neighbours house had a fire. I had watched from the lawn as the firemen struggled to get my friend out from her bedroom. They almost didn't make it before the roof caved in. Since that night I 'd been paranoid about fire. If I was honest I loved firefighters from then on too.

I couldn't believe it as I got out the lift to see a fireman. Just the person to ask.

"Excuse me? Mister Firefighter.....sir! Do you have a few minutes?"

 

[kittykateater]

Before I joined the fire department, I hadn't had the best luck with women. My brain tends to run away with me: if a pretty girl so much as said hi, I was already trying to turn into Superman with x-ray vision, and picture how they looked under their clothes. And picturing them writhing and moaning beneath me. I do daydream a lot, about a lot of things, but that's one of my favorites.

I also had a lifelong daydream about being a firefighter. But now that I am, it's no mere dream. I worked DAMNED hard to get where I am! And I'm proud of all I've achieved. In some ways, I guess I felt I was too good for today's building inspection assignment. But I knew its importance, and I was trying hard to feel upbeat about it.

Since posing for that firefighters calendar, I had been able to turn those sexual daydreams into reality a few times. But it had turned out supremely unsatisfying. There had been no real connection, it had just been sex.....and as sex goes, not all that hot, either. I kind of felt like I was using them, but in reality, I guess the women were using me, so they could brag to their girlfriends that they had been fucked really hard by Mister February. And when February was over, many of these same women were asking me if I could introduce them to Mister March!

So I was back to fantasizing about every sexy woman I met.

And now here with this beautiful woman trying to get my attention at the apartment building inspection, I was back to trying to picture her without that pretty flower-print summer dress. But maybe she could leave those sexy black heels on.

I had to stop thinking like this. We didn't even know each other yet, it was FAR too soon for such fantasies.

This beauty snapped me back from la-la-land by asking again, "Excuse me? Mister Firefighter.....sir! Do you have a few minutes?"

That's when I noticed she was burdened with several packages and a bulky lamp. Maybe she needed help with those packages?

She told me she had only recently moved in, and she was living on the third floor. A childhood friend had to be rescued from an upper floor, and she knew you're not supposed to use the elevator in a fire. So she wanted to know if I had any suggestions for how she might safely escape if there was a fire.

I asked her to show me her apartment....honestly, I wasn't thinking in terms of gettng her alone in her apartment....I was only thinking about how I might be able to suggest her best escape routes.

I took the bulky lamp from her hands, and offered to carry it upstairs for her.

As I took the lamp, one of her bags fell open, and a little clear-wrapped box fell out, onto the sidewalk. I picked it up and handed it back to her. I took a moment to read the package label: Seduction Brand Scented Candles. I put it back in her bag for her, and that's when I noticed a second package in the same bag: "Bubble Bath...for Your Romantic Evening."

I suggested maybe I should come back another day, when she didn't already have OTHER plans. She looked embarrassed, and she sheepishly admitted these items were just for her and her daydreams....there was no man in her life right now, to share these candles and bubblebath with. She reminded me that she was new in town, she had just moved in and didn't know anyybody...yet!

I wondered why she was telling me all of this. Was she trying to flirt with me?

Normally, my daydreams would have been working 1000 miles a minute, picturing a romantic and very sexy bubblebath for two...her and me with the scented candles and the warm, soapy water. But as we walked to her apartment, me carrying her lamp and she carryng her bags, I sensed she was worth taking my time to get to know first. She was not a wham, bam, thank-you-ma'am type woman...she deserved much better than that...and frankly, so did I! Being Mister February had pretty-much burned me out on those one-night stands, and if I was to have anything with this woman...which I seriously doubted could ever happen anyway....I definitely wanted it to be MUCH more than that!

So, oddly, I didn't once think of her in a sexual way now--not that I didn't find her STUNNINGLY attractive....but right now, I just wanted to help her solve her "how to escape a fire" problem....and maybe get to know each other a little better in the process.

As we rode up in the elevator to the third floor, she told me her name is Suzanne and she's 29. I told her my name's Patrick, and I'm 31, and I just made Captain. I don't know why I told her that last part. Bragging? Trying to impress her?

She set her bags down in the hallway, and she fumbled to fish out her apartment key from her handbag. At last, the apartment door opened.

I asked her where she wanted her new lamp, and she showed me a little end table. "Good choice!" I smiled. "The lamp looks great there! And it will light up the whole room." I clumsily tried to compliment her "You don't really NEED this lamp, you know. Just your SMILE lights up this whole room!" It was a cheesy and clumsy compliment, and I regretted saying it a split-second later. But she just smiled, thanked me for the compliment, and reminded me why I was here--to help her find her best escape route in event of fire.

I walked around her apartment, and I noticed she had a huge picture window at one end of her living room. I peered out, and the window overlooked a grassy little court yard.

"I think I solved your escape problem," I smiled. "How are you at climbing?"

Suzanne looked puzzled by my question. So I explained that the same store where she'd bought that lamp, also sold rope-ladders. You anchor one end permanently inside the apartment, under the window sill. The other end is kept on the floor by the window. It comes in an attarctive box, in a choice of colors and patterns to match your decor, so you don't just have an ugly rope sitting in your beautiful living room. When there's a fire, you simply toss the unanchored end of the rope-ladder out the window, and climb down from the third floor to the courtyard below, where the soft grass would cushion you, should you fall.

"You look in very good shape," I smiled. Boy THAT was an understatement! She was in AMAZING shape! If you looked up "sexy" in the dctionary, you were SURE to find her picture! And now that she had put down her purchases, I could see that her summer dress showed she has a very generous bosom and acres of spectacular cleavage!

"I'm sure, in your great physical shape, you could climb down....And if you dial 911 just before your escape, I'd be happy to be waiting for you in the courtyard, to catch you when you drop!"

She asked me if I had to leave in a hurry, or could I stay and have a fresh-squeezed lemonade with her, and just talk for a while. She had a lot of other questions about fire safety she wanted to ask me. Ever since seeing her neighbor's house burn down when she was a kid, she had a paranoia about fire, and maybe I could answer a few questions and allay some of her fears.

The prospect of spending an hour or two talking to this beauty in her apartment, getting to know each other a little better, sounded damned good to me. I didn't even THINK about that I still had the fire truck out, and should probably return it to the fire house.

Suzanne kicked off her strappy, sexy little heels, and sat on her couch in her wispy summer dress.

She tucked her bare feet under herself on the couch, and she sat up tall, with her HUGE breasts protruding proudly in front of her through her wispy summer dress, with just a hint of nipple pressing into the delicate fabric. I honestly don't think she was TRYING to be seductive...she can't help it, she just naturally IS seductive!

She offered me a tall, cool, refreshing glass of fresh lemonade, took a sip of her own lemonade, and asked me her first fire safety question.....

 

[cockslave]

suzanne

I could get to like this guy. He was polite, friendly, helpful but mostly funny in a cheesy sort of way. The sparkle in his eyes as he gave the compliments would light up the sky on a dark night.

He reminded me of a patient I had once nursed. A young man who had leukaemia, despite his poor prognosis he was always smiling. Never once until the day he actually passed away did he complain of anything, even then it was still in humour. A complaint about hospital food and the lack of sexy outfits for the nurses to wear. All of us in the unit wore our naughty nurse outfits on a night out and raised around $3000 for his favourite charity in his honour.

Now here was a handsome man - flirting with me for want of a better word. Making me feel welcome to this city. My new job at the local hospital wasn't due to start till next week so I hoped to make a few new friends before then. Maybe he will be the first one. Patrick O'Shaugnessy a good oirish name as my uncle would call it. He had married a county Cork girl way back in the 70's and now spoke fluent Irish. Always wanting a good craik with everyone and a pint of the old guinness.

Maybe if I offered some hospitality Patrick would stay a while and enjoy some lemonade. I had bought a juicer not long before moving but had never used it yet now is the perfect time to test the results, having made a batch earlier that morning. As long as I don't give him food poisoning maybe he would join me for dinner some night as a thankyou for his help today. That is if he's not married.

"That ladder idea does sound ideal and would allay my fears that way . Perhaps you could look round the apartment and let m know if there are any other hazards I should be aware of . I know not to light candles and leave them on electrical appliances or near drapes or other flammable materials. That was how the fire had started at my friends place. Her mum had lit a candle on the window ledge in lunge and left the room. The window was open ever so slightly and a draft had blown the net curtain through the flame setting it alight in seconds.

All my furniture meets the current standards .Non toxic if burned. I am a none smoker so no fear of smoking in bed, unless the guy is super hot!"

I shouldn't have said that last bit it makes me sound so slutty. I had only ever had one serious relationship and that was my high school sweetheart. We were together from the ages of 17 right up till two years back. We had been engaged and everything. He has been the only guy I'd slept with . I like a commitment before I do anything like that. Not like some of my friends who would sleep with a guy on a one night stand. I hoped Patrick didn't think I was like that.

"Mr O'Shaugnessy would you think it too forward of me to invite you to dinner sometime this week as a thankyou for your help today. It would mean a lot to me. If you are unable to because your wife or girlfriend would object I would understand. It just gets so lonely eating on your own all the time. I miss someone to talk to."

 

[kittykateater]

Mom and pop always raised me that no matter what ELSE you may do in life, always live your life as a gentleman. You don't hurt others that way, and you're less likely to get hurt yourself. Plus, being gentlemanly is ALWAYS the right thing to do. You don't just ACT gentlemanly, it has to be a part of who you ARE....on the inside! Dad didn't just TELL me to be a gentleman...he modeled that behavior in everything he ever did, each and every day. I admnired and respected him more than ANYONE...guess that's why I wanted to be JUST like him and become a firefighter like dad. And now I was like dad...a firefighter AND a gentleman!

I had occasionally forgotten that lesson about living your life as a gentleman...especially since women had begun throwing themselves at me as Mister February. But I had regretted it.....especially after most of them tossed me aside like an old shoe, in hopes of hooking-up with Mister March!

And now with Suzanne, I wanted her to get to know the real me, the true genltleman I was raised to be. At first, her smoking hot body had made that really difficult--I had to fight my instincts to shove her down on the couch and just fuck the living HELL out of her!. But as we sipped our lemonades and talked, I got relaxed, and I hope Suzanne saw that I'm one of the good guys!

Plus she was new to this city, and as a Captain in the city fire department, what kind of image of the city would I leave her with if a city employee wasn't hospitable and welcoming...and gentlemanly...toward her?

She asked me about fire hazards in her apartment. "I know not to light candles and leave them on electrical appliances or near drapes or other flammable materials. That was how the fire had started at my friends place."

"I guess that's an advantage of those scented bathtub candles you bought," I smiled charmingly. "You can always just push them into the tub water to put them out! As long as you're careful not to burn either of us in the process!"

As our conversation continued, she remarked: "I am a non-smoker, so no fear of smoking in bed, unless the guy is super hot!"

All RIGHT! I had flirted with her about her bathtub seduction purchases, and here she was flirting right back about how she might like to heat-up her bedsheets with me! I definitely want to pursue things with this woman and see where it all might lead us!

"Mr O'Shaugnessy would you think it too forward of me to invite you to dinner sometime this week as a thank you for your help today. It would mean a lot to me. If you are unable to because your wife or girlfriend would object I would understand. It just gets so lonely eating on your own all the time. I miss someone to talk to."

"First of all, MISTER O'Shaugnessy was my dad. I'm Patrick! Second, I'm flattered about your little fishing expedition to find out if I might be unattached. No, Suzanne, I have no wife or girlfriend."

"You didn't answer my question, Mister---ummm, Patrick. Would you join me for a home-cooked dinner?"

"Just name the date and time, Suzanne, and I'll be here. Wild horses couldn't keep me away! But you gotta promise me one thing."

"What's that?" she smiled softly, a mesemerizing sparkle in her eye, now that I'd accepted her dinner invitation.

"Promise me you'll come by the firehouse next Tuesday night. I'll be cooking-up my famous Corned Beef and Cabbage. It's legendary all over this city. I would love to have you as my honored guest!"

A pause, and then I continued, "Oh, DAMN! That reminds me! The firehouse! I forgot all ABOUT the firehouse! I've been enjoying being in your company so much, I completely forgot that I've left our fire truck down in the street for the past hour. I'd better drive it back, or I'm in BIG trouble!"

Not wanting to be too forward yet, I gave her lips a soft, sweet kiss in parting, which didn't begin to reveal the depths of the genuine feelings I was starting to have toward her. Suzanne is smart, funny, fliratious, she genuinely seems to like me and to enjoy my company, and she's absolutely drop-dead GORGEOUS! What's not to like?

I opened her apartment door and stepped out into the hallway.

I paused in front of her apartment door to collect my thoughts.

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I could feel my heart beating about a billion times a second, my head spinning with SO much to think about. Feeling a bulge of desire starting to form in my pants, starting to throb in rhythm with my rapid heart beat. My uniform shirt could barely contain my pounding heart, and the front of my uniform trousers were threatening to split wide open with my throbbing, lusty desires for her.

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I beagn to walk away, down the hallway. My every instinct, my every urge, told me to forget the damned fire truck, turn around, sweep her up into my arms, kiss her hotly, stretch her sexy body out on the couch, taste what I was sure had to be the sweetest pussy EVER, and then just nail her hard and deep.

I paused in the hallway several times, always on the verge of turning around, trying to will my feet back toward her doorway......

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....but knowing deep down inside that I realy shouldn't, I couldn't.... knowing I need to take my time and get to know Suzanne better first...she deserves that...and again, so do I.

As I stared at my big feet in my Size 11 shoes, hesitating whether to leave or return, I thought of the Julia Roberts movie line: "You know what they say about men with big feet. They have big....SHOES!" I wondered if Suzanne might ever find herself enjoying my big "shoes"!

I was torn between my hot lusty desires and my respect for her, between the ache in my loins.... and my head and heart telling me that this is one woman I want to get to know MUCH better first, before I even THINK about sex with her. When we fnally do hook up, IF we ever do, I want it to be making love...not merely fucking. Gotta take my time, take it slow. I don't want to blow it, she very well could turn out to be THE one...maybe not, but why risk blowing it, in case she IS?

As I left her apartment and headed down the hallway, I couldn't help wondering if Suzanne was feeling and thinking the same things that I was: the friendship, looking forward enthusiastically to the dinner she would cook for me...and the firehouse dinner I would cook for her....the joy of our meeting, the wonderfully easy and pleasant conversation we had shared, the playful and very mutual flirtations we had shared....the coincidence of us both being in a profession to help people (me as a a firefighter, her as a nurse), the desire to get to know each other more, the insistent lust telling me, FUCK getting back to the firehouse, go knock on her door, and we should just fuck each other senseless, right NOW!

I wondered, could Suzanne be thinking any of these same thoughts now?

 

[cockslave]

suzanne

"Would tomorrow night suit you for dinner then around 7pm? Do you have any particular dislikes food wise?Not a veggie or diabetic are you?"

He replied he wasn't which was good. I'd get the things tomorrow morning for a meal I hoped he'd remember. Might even shop for a new outfit too make it fun as it was sort of a date but not an official one.

He left and I just leaned against the door for a while. Longing to have the courage to open the door and find him still standing there. Wanting to grab hold of him, hug him, kiss that cute face as my hands hold him close. Damn those day dreams again. Not quite sure if it was the uniform or if it was the man in the uniform but I had a sudden need for a COLD shower!

The rest of my night was spent wandering in a daze. Looking through a couple of boxes I hadn't unpacked yet. The ones with my occasional use kitchen stuff. Recipe books, mixer etc.

I think I'd go for a simple meal , nothing too fancy. Three course but light. A nice watercress soup to start, main course grilled chicken breast stuffed with mozzarella cheese and basil wrapped with a few slices of smoked bacon, served on a bed of freshly made pasta and a pesto sauce. For afters I was thinking a nice individual eden mess. Crumbled meringue in a mix of cream and raspberries served on a plate in a crisp ring shape surrounded by a raspberries sauce. I think he will enjoy that.

I also rake out my nice candle holder for the table and table runner. Great all set now. Ready for morning now. A good nights sleep is called for .I switch out the light as my mind drifts off to a land where things are perfect. Nothing ever goes wrong and you can be who you want to be.

I dream of a handsome man walking beside me through the park, his arm around my shoulders holding me close to him. Kissing my face as we walk along talking in a way only lovers do. Laughing at each others silly jokes. Smiling constantly just because they are with you. The dog walking calmly beside us. Perfection indeed.

 

[kittykateater]

As I left Suzanne's apartment and jumped in the fire truck to drive it back to the station, Suzanne's words echoed in my head: "Would tomorrow night suit you for dinner then, around 7pm?" I don't think I've ever heard a more wonderful invitation from anyone, and certainly not in as angelic a voice. I could feel myself starting to throb just thinking about her!

Just then, the radio in the fire truck crackled to life. "Engine 1, respond to 8th and Main. Neighbor reports smoke from a basement window."

That call snapped me out of my daydreams about Suzanne. I may be horny and falling in love...or at the very least, falling deeply in lust....but I'm first and foremost a firefighter...and I had a job to do now.

I pressed the starter button on the fire engine, hit the gas pedal, shifted into first, and I was on my way. I flipped on the siren switch, and pulled the knobs to start the front and rear red flasher lights. I leaned hard on my air horn, as one driver just seemed not to want to get out of my way. As I blew my air-horn at the guy, my racing mind devised some clever puns about being HORN-y and about Suzanne blowing my horn!

Then I realized I had been on inspection duty all by myself. I had to stay by the truck and run the pump. So who was going to drag a fully-charged hose line down into that smoky basement?

I remembered my firehouse buddy Jim...the one who likes to bet on anything and everything. The one I had pictured betting me over how long it would take Suzanne to get me out of my clothes.

"Uhhh, Central Dispatch. This is Engine 1. On that basement fire at 8th and Main. Can you have Jim Torelli meet me there? I need a pipeman on the line." Then I added, "Tell him I'll bet him $5 he can't get there in under 3 minutes."

Sure enough, when I pulled up to the fire, Jim was already standing there, a big grin on his face, and his hand extended, palm up. "You owe me a fiver, my friend!"

Best damned five dollars I ever spent, as I cranked up the throttle, threw it in pump gear, and watched him disappear into the smoky basement with a fully-charged inch-and-a-half hose line. Even standing by the truck, out on the street, I could feel the thick smoke permeating my black turnout coat and my bare face, fogging my protective goggles, and stinging my eyes. Jim can HAVE that fiver for taking the full force of that smoke in his face, down in that basement! I'll just stay here by the truck, thank you very much, and run the pump.

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With 200 gallons per minute flowing through that one hose line, we had the fire knocked down in less than five minutes. I shut down the pump, and joined Jim down in the now-flooded basement, as we investigated what started the fire.

"There's our culprit!" and Jim nodded his agreement, as we cleared away wet, smelly stacks of burned newspaper that had been piled beside the very hot furnace.

Jim got back in his car and drove home, leaving me to drive the pumper back to the station while daydreaming about Suzanne again.

Back at the firehouse, I stripped, and hopped into the shower.

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Black soot from that smoky, water-logged basement had gotten EVERYWHERE on me: there was even a circle of black soot on my BUTT!

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As I struggled to scrub my own backside, I daydreamed about what it might be like to have Suzanne in the shower with me, to help me out. Of course, I've never been one to be selfish, and I would have been HAPPY to wash Suzanne's backside for her, too!

But I also knew it was way too early in our relationship for that...yet. I wanted to take my time and slowly, patiently build whatever we were developing between us, into something truly special. Because let's face it, Nurse Suzanne is someone truly special! Beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, sweet......... As horny as the very thought of her makes me, I want us to be MUCH more than just a one-night stand!

I tried to sleep that night. I truly tried. But I kept picturing Suzanne standing in the street, in her pretty and sexy flower-print summer dress, burdened with packages, asking me about how she could escape her third-floor apartment if there was a fire. Recalling her sheepish embarassment about having bought candles and bubblebath for a romantic evening, even though she would have only her own hand to share the romance with. Picturing the full roundness of her breasts and the deep cleavage that her dress so beautifully accented. Remembering my promise that if she ever had to escape down a rope ladder, I would be there in the grassy courtyard to personally catch her.

And her dinner invitation. Oh my god, in just about 15 hours I'll be sharing my first meal with her!

No, I couldn't sleep at all. My powerfully throbbing cock wouldn't let me!

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Suzanne had written her phone number very large, up the whole length of my arm....so I wouldn't forget to call her! I had been very careful not to wash it off in my shower. So now I dialed Suzanne's number.

"I know it's rude to call you at 3 AM. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about you. What a wonderful, sweet personality you have!"

Suzanne asked me , isn't "great personality" a code-word for ugly?

I assured her I wouldn't be having such a sleepless night right now if I didn't find her the most beautiful and sexiest woman I'd ever seen. She joked that I'd BETTER say that, if I still expected her to cook for me tomorrow night!

Suzanne assured me she had been thinking about me, too. My 3 AM phone call hadn't awakened her at all. She hadn't slept all night, either. She sexily, playfully asked me what I was wearing right now.

"Nothing but a smile....and a raging hard-on, from hearing your sweet voice again!"

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I asked her what she was wearing (hoping she'd say either naked, or describe in detail some very sexy lingerie), and what she would want to do right now if we were in the same room together.......knowing I'm naked and horny....if we were together now, rather than connected only through a telephone line.

 

[cockslave]

suzanne

I woke around 2am, thoughts about tomorrow running through my head as soon as my eyes opened. The meal was planned but what about the outfit. I didn't want to come over as a slut but did want to look nice just in case. Wouldn't want to do a Brigitte Jones and have a pair of passion killers on if he might get a peek at some point. I get up and go to underwear drawer and sift through them. I just couldn't find any that I wanted to wear for our first 'date' I'll have to go looking for some in the morning. Maybe check out the internet for some just now for some of the stores , get an idea of what I want. I come across this one along with https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=752191thesehttps://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=752192 perfect for what I had in mind.

I hadn't realised just how long I'd been browsing until my phone went. Who could be calling me at this time?

"I know it's rude to call you at 3 AM. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about you. What a wonderful, sweet personality you have!"

It was him! Patrick. He must be psychic. We chatted the conversation getting more and more risque until he asked me what I was wearing. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to tease him a little. Most people call it phone sex!

"Funny you should ask what I'm wearing. I don't know why but I decided to hunt out a sexy little number I had hidden away. Describe it in detail for you. well its a black see thru lacy number that comes down to just about mid thigh. It has pink satin cups, with a ribbon hanging down between them. Also a satin thong in the same shade of pink. It feels and looks so sexy. Wish you could see it"

I heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could almost imagine him on the other end of the line lying there in bed in a pair of boxers or better still nothing. His hand rubbing his cock through the sheet at the thought of me. Damn this felt better than I thought it would, a bit easier too.

"I would really love you to see as I touch my breasts through the satin cups, my nipples hardening as I imagine it being your fingers. Teasing them, tugging them till they are clearly visible through the material. Picturing you placing your mouth over them , kissing them , nipping them.

Your hands replacing mine as I move my right one down towards my secret place. Rubbing at my mound ,feeling the wet spot grow under my fingers as I run them down my groove. pushing them against mt clit. My throbbing clit. The one longing for your tongue on it. The same tongue I want to explore inside my kitty kat. Those lips I want to feel kissing my labia, kissing my clit and sucking my juices as they flow from me.

Can you feel this to Patrick? Feel the heat from my body as you explore it?"

I hear him groan in answer. I can see him in my mind, his cock in his hand stroking it for me. Wishing it was mine touching him, squeezing his hard flesh.