It was early afternoon, and you got off work early, came home, started dinner, and took a shower. While you were in there, the oven caught on fire. I responded to a call at your house for a smoke detector going off. I knocked on your door, and you answered it wearing a white tank top and those damn sexy yoga pants. I asked if there was a fire and you said no, but the detector was going off. I said that the sound you hear is a battery going dead, and I'll replace it for you; I have some extra batteries. I just needed a ladder or a chair to stand on. You had no ladder and gave me a chair. I stated to you that I was going to have to take off my bunker pants because I did not want to get your chair all dirty with my boots. You said ok, but you did not know that I don't wear my work shorts under my firefighting pants on calls . I proceeded to take them off so I would not ruin your chair, and wow, as I did I noticed your smile as well. Since I had been there I could not help myself from looking at you in that tank top and seeing your breasts and nipples poking though, making me get turned on. I'm a professional, but I could not help it. I find you way sexy, and was thinking of us against the wall, me puling that top down, exposing your beautiful breasts as I touch them and sucking on your already hard nipples. Then I felt your hand slide into my boxers and stroke my hard cock.
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