

This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  
If you are under 21, go away.  If you think this stuff 
is weird, or not normal in your area, go away.  If, on 
the other hand, you like it, and you are at least 21, 
and you think this is MOSTLY normal, keep on reading.

This was a quickie I popped off today.  No real 
character development, but some hot sex, I think.  
Lemme know whatcha think, ok?


'Light My Fire' (M/F) 
by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)
copyright 2000

He walked into where I work early that morning.  I was 
expecting him, but WHEW... I was NOT expecting HIM!  
We were due for our annual fire inspection, and it 
fell to me to make sure it got done before the due 
date.  So, last week I had made a few phone calls, and 
got the sprinkler alarm people to commit to a time, 
and then called my town's new fire inspector.   I had 
read a quick blurb about him in the town 
newsletter.... part time employee, a firefighter in a 
nearby town, graduated from, yada, yada, yada....  And 
there was a picture.  Nothing special.

Was this the same guy?!  That was definitely a bad 
picture.  Maybe it was just the uniform.  It didn't 
matter.  I got that curly butterfly feeling in my 
stomach when I looked at him.  He stood about 6"1', 
dark hair, with a little bit of gray showing, probably 
weighed about 210 or so.  As I got closer, I noticed 
the eyes.  I love eyes, don't you?  It can tell you 
all sorts of things about a person.  Anyway, his were 
a dark, dark brown.  He wore wire-rimmed glasses.  Oh, 
he looked very conservative, and my gut wanted to know 
what would make this man go wild!

He walked around with the sprinkler guy, and I just 
stood near the alarm panel, resetting it every time it 
went off.  Yep... I have QUITE the exciting job, don't 
I?!  I was casually flipping through a book on 
horoscopes, and up came Mr. Fireman.  Grrrrr....

"What are you reading?" he asked me with a smile on 
his face.

Wait a minute, was HE talking to ME?!  Ooooga!  

I smiled back at him.  "Just checking out my 
horoscope.  Do you know it says NOTHING good about my 
sign?"  Seriously, though, it DIDN'T!  I am a 
Capricorn, and we are all sorts of serious and not fun 
things. 

Of course, he asked what it said, and after I told 
him, he just kind of grinned at me, and said, "Hmmm, 
you don't LOOK miserly and overly serious." 

I was SO thankful that I opted to leave my hair down 
for work that day.  Usually I wear it in a nasty bun 
on the top of my head, and I probably DO look all 
sorts of bad things! 

"What does Virgo say?" he asked.

Hmmmm.... Virgo and Capricorn.  Kinda compatible, you 
know?!

I read him the traits they listed.  Mostly nondescript 
things.  But he took exception to a couple of them.  
"Shy?" he asked.  "Are you SURE they say shy?!  I 
don't think ANYONE has accused me of being shy."  And 
I swear, he winked at me.



My mind ran a million miles in about 5 seconds.  Was 
this man flirting with me?  Oh, what the heck, there 
was only one way to find out.

I smiled in what I hoped was a somewhat coy manner (we 
Capricorns are NOT known for our coquettish ways... 
but I TRIED!).  "No, I think you are the type of man 
who definitely goes after what he wants," I responded.

"Funny you should say that," he countered with a 
little chuckle.  "What are you doing for lunch today?"

Oh...my... GOD!  He WAS flirting with me!  Now the 
butterflies were doing cartwheels.  Wait... that's not 
right... they were spinning around and around.  No.  
That isn't it either.  Well... you get the picture.  I 
was excited!

"Well, you know, I really didn't have any plans or 
anything.  Just a vending machine lunch, as usual," I 
told him as I tried not to let too much excitement 
show. My face felt hot.  I was blushing.  I just KNEW 
it!  I tried to breathe deeply to get my face to not 
be red.  I look terrible with my face red.  And 
believe you me, I did NOT want to look terrible to 
this guy!

"Would you like to go out for bite with me?  I could 
drop by and pick you up.  What time is good?" he 
asked, still with that smile.  

Oomph!  He had nice white straight teeth too!  
Mmmmm...

"Ummm... how about 1?" I asked tentatively.

"1 it is.  See you then," he called out as he walked 
out of the building.  I watched him get in the red 
fire department car, and he drove away.

I floated back through the building.  "How'd the 
inspection go?"  someone asked.  

Damn!  I forgot to get the certificate!

By the time 1 o'clock rolled around, I was actually 
hungry.  I was working pretty hard, trying to not read 
too much into the lunch thing.  My relief had shown up 
at noon, and she smirked as I told her about my 
morning.  She told me to take an extra-long lunch and 
she winked at me.  I, of course, had no intention of 
doing that.  One thing that IS true about Capricorns, 
or at least this one, is that we are very responsible.  
Damn, I hate that trait!

He pulled up in front at 12:55, came in and had me 
paged.  Of course, everyone in the building knew that 
I had a lunch "date".  I kept telling them it was an 
"appointment", but I have a feeling that my shit-
eating grin gave THAT away!  So of course, as many 
people were in the lobby as could feasiblely find a 
reason to be there.  



He even opened my car door, and I got in.  I stretched 
over and unlocked his door, of course, and his smile 
and subsequent "thank you" was enough to make my heart 
race.  

"Where do you want to go?" he asked me.

"I am so new to the area, I couldn't tell you," I told 
him, wanted to drift away into those brown, brown 
eyes.

"I didn't think I had seen you around.  Where did you 
move from?"  

I know this sounds hokey, but I work in a really, 
REALLY small town.  Mostly everyone knows everyone.  
It was a far cry from the big city I had come from, 
and I liked it.  I think.

We sat there in the car for a few minutes, and I gave 
him a brief overview of where I moved from, why, where 
I had found an apartment, and how much happier I was 
here than where I used to live.

"Oh?  You live in the Village Green Apartments?" he 
asked me.  "What are they like?"

So, I told him about my wonderfully large apartment 
and all its amenities and how close it was to work, 
and how even I, the pack rat, didn't have enough stuff 
to clutter the place up.  Yet.

He laughed at that comment, and I swear, I did NOT 
intend to say what popped out of my mouth next.

"Would you like to see it?"  The rational half of my 
brain screamed in agony.  What the hell was I 
thinking?  The man probably thought that I was 
inviting him over for sex, and we had just met that 
day.  On the other hand, there was no harm in asking. 
I just invited him to see what the place was like.  He 
HAD shown curiosity.

He turned on the ignition.  "Sure.  I know where the 
place is.  You'll just have to tell me how to get to 
your building."

I babbled inanely on the short drive over.  I knew I 
was babbling, but I couldn't stop.  You know the 
saying, "the devil made me do it".  It was kind of 
like that.  The drive was all of five minutes.  That 
was one of the reasons that I had chosen that 
apartment. I liked being able to roll out of bed and 
go to work.  It was kind of nice after the gridlock I 
was accustomed to.

I directed him to my parking lot, and we walked up to 
my building.  Its a nice brick building, with four 
apartments on each of its two floors.  I have the left 
front apartment on the first floor.  I have a patio.  
It was one of the deciding factors.  

He commented on the nice foyer and I unlocked the 
outside door, and we walked the few steps to my front 
door. I opened it up, and immediately hoped that I 
hadn't left anything embarrassing around.  You know, 
drying bras, dirty laundry, that type of thing.  I 
breathed a big sigh of relief as I glanced around 
quickly.  Nothing too bad.


I gave him the grand tour, and then walked into the 
kitchen and started calling out lunch options.  I had 
some leftover turkey, with stuffing, of course, some 
leftover London broil, with roasted potatoes, some 
grapes, oranges, apples, pickles.

He was pretty much saying no to everything until I hit 
on the grapes.  The man liked grapes.  Good!

I rinsed off a bunch and put them on a plate and 
headed into the living room.  He was on the couch, and 
had the TV remote control in hand.

"Do you mind if I switch it on?" he asked.

"Nah... go ahead," I told him as I tried to decide 
whether to sit next to him on the sofa or apart, in 
the chair.  I decided to go for the chair.

I heard the sudden noise of the TV as it flipped on, 
and as I looked up, I saw the familiar blue screen 
meaning that the VCR was about to play.  There was a 
split second of silence as it registered with me, and 
then, as I yelled, "No!" the tape burst onto the 
screen.

It was a woman, naked, looking down at the man between 
her thighs, as he sucked on her pussy.  The room 
filled with the cheesy porno music, and some slurping 
sound effects from the video.

Mr. Fireman looked over at my beet-red face, and 
rhetorically asked, "My, my.  What have we here?"  It 
was HIS turn for a shit-eating grin.

I leapt out of my chair and grabbed for the remote, 
but Mr. Funny-guy decided to pull it away.  Every time 
I grabbed for it, he moved it.  Meanwhile, the moans 
of the actress on screen were growing in volume.  
Finally I just gave up and sank down onto the cushion 
beside my guest and closed my eyes.

I felt the cushion sink as he moved closer.  "Would 
you like to have your pussy licked like that?" he 
whispered into my ear.  

My eyes flew open and I turned and looked right into 
his gaze.  He wasn't looking at the screen, but rather 
at my face.  I opened my mouth to say something, but 
of course, nothing came out.

"I can't think of anything else I would rather eat for 
lunch," he told me as his hand began rubbing my knee.

I have always been rather easily aroused, but I think 
I set a new record.  As I felt his hand slowly creep 
up my thigh, pulling my legs apart, I felt my inner 
lips moisten.  "Look at the screen," he told me 
softly.  "I think she is about to come."



I turned and looked at the movie.  I didn't really 
have to look.  The movie was one of my favorites and 
when I was horny and lonely, I sometimes popped it in 
the VCR, whipped out my favorite vibrator, and teased 
myself to a huge orgasm.  Or two.  Or three.  The 
reason that the movie was queued up where it had been 
was because the night before I had climaxed right 
before that scene.  I had just turned off the VCR, 
never thinking that anyone else would turn it on.

Sure enough, the two of us watched as the man's tongue 
flicked back and forth over her clit, and then he 
buried his face in her slit and you could SEE the 
suction he exerted on her pearl.  The woman screamed 
and came hard all over his face.  The actor watched 
her face, and just continued to suck while her body 
spasmed.

My guest's hand was by now well under my skirt.  He 
chuckled as he discovered the top of my thigh high 
stocking.  I hate pantyhose, and usually wear 
stockings instead.  It is more comfortable and also 
makes me feel a little more sexy.  "I want to watch 
your face just like that when you come that hard," he 
murmured.

Suddenly, his hand made the leap across the soft flesh 
of my inner thigh and landed smack on the gusset of my 
silk panties.  He rubbed back and forth, and I closed 
my eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"Mmmmm... nice and juicy, aren't you?" he whispered in 
my ear.

I nodded, but didn't answer.  I really couldn't think 
of anything to say.  I just didn't want him to stop.  
It felt so good to have his hand touching me, even if 
it was through a layer of cloth.

I felt the sofa cushions bounce slightly as he slid 
off them onto the floor.  He pulled himself between my 
legs and I looked down at him.

His eyes were fixed on my panties.  Both of his hands 
had pushed my skirt up to my waist, and my white 
panties were practically transparent, especially where 
my secretions had leaked out.  I was soaking wet.  I 
could feel my pussy lips slide against each other as I 
shifted in my seat.

"Come here, sweetheart," he crooned as his hands slid 
around my ass and he pulled me forward to the edge of 
the cushion.  I was transfixed by his gaze as his face 
slid closer to my vulva.  His eyes were almost black 
and he never stopped looking into my eyes as he opened 
his mouth and extended his tongue.  He licked slowly, 
with the flat of his tongue, up the drenched gusset of 
my panties.  He stopped to savor the taste when he got 
to the top of my dainties, and I saw him swallow hard.

"You taste wonderful," he breathed with a smile on his 
face.

His hands now wrapped themselves around the waistband 
of my silky drawers and pulled them down.  I lifted my 
hips to help, and watched him pull them down my legs 
and off.

He lifted my legs and instructed me to place them on 
the cushions next to my ass, exposing my entire nether 
region to his sight.



"God, that is a beautiful cunt," he told me as he 
feasted his eyes on my pinkness.  "You are so wet that 
I can see it glistening in the light.  And I love the 
way you trim down here." He reached out a finger to 
flick over my bare lips.  "Just the tuft at the top of 
the triangle...kind of pointing the way."  He 
continued as the finger gently pulled on my hair and 
then slowly crept down the wet slit before him.

I moaned as he touched me.  I just couldn't help it.  
I was so aroused already that I just wanted to 
come...NOW!

He smiled up at me.  "Now, just close your eyes and 
concentrate on what I am going to make you feel. Trust 
me."

I closed my eyes as I saw him lean closer to my 
treasure box.  And then I gasped as I felt the flick 
of his tongue over my outer pussy lips.  He flicked 
back and forth and up and down them.  Sometimes using 
the tip of his oral digit, sometimes using the nubbly 
flat.  I held my knees up to give the man a place to 
work.

He worked his way to my delicate inner lips.  He 
sucked on these, pulling them away from the meat of my 
pussy.  He licked them, over and over, and I felt my 
breathing turning into panting.  God, I was so hot!

When I felt him twitch his tongue over my hole, I 
arched my ass, trying to get him to split me open.  I 
heard him chuckle, sort of muffled, as he didn't miss 
a beat.  He continued to tease my opening, just barely 
rimming it.  I heard his slurping sounds, just like 
the actor on the screen had been making, as he sucked 
down my copious juices.  Did I mention that I get 
REALLY wet?  Lubrication is NOT a problem for me!  
What I was finding amazing, when I could think at all, 
was that he seemed to want more.

"Oh God... please..." I moaned loudly.

"Hmmm?" I heard a questioning mumble from the 
direction of my spread thighs.

"Please.... eat me!  Make me come..." I begged.

"Mmmmm..." I heard another mumble come from the same 
place.  

And with that, the man buried his face in my dripping 
pussy and I heard the most slurpy, salacious sucking 
sounds that I had EVER heard... even as the schlocky 
sound effects from a porno.  

I couldn't tell what he was doing anymore.  It just 
seemed like his entire face was buried in my cunt.  I 
could feel his cheeks pressed up against my thighs, 
and his tongue seemed to flash between inside my pussy 
walls to over my clit and even down to flick against 
my rosebud.



I heard myself begin to wail as I approached 
my climax, and I struggled to stop myself 
from clenching my thighs around his head to 
keep him there.  He was moaning also... I 
could hear the faint mumble and I could feel 
the vibrations against my sensitive tissues 
down there.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I 
came.  I yelled.  Loud.  I tried to stop 
myself, but I just CANNOT keep quiet during 
an orgasm, especially one that felt like it 
was going to make my pussy explode into a 
thousand pieces.

As I crested the peak, I felt him.  He 
placed his entire mouth over the opening he 
had pleasured so well, and began to suck.  
Just like the actor in the scene we had just 
watched together.  I glanced down and saw 
his eyes glued to my face, watching me in my 
throes of ecstasy, and then I closed my eyes 
again, and yelled some more as I felt the 
spasms intensify instead of abate.  I felt 
like I was losing all control of my body, 
and I felt some strange convulsions inside 
my pussy.  I guessed that it was that the 
orgasm was so intense, and I had a feeling 
that I had lost control of my bladder and 
humiliated myself.

When I started to calm down, I opened my 
eyes and looked down.  He pulled his face 
away from my cunt and smiled at me.  "You 
didn't tell me..."

I interrupted. "Oh my God.  I am SO SORRY!  
I couldn't help myself.  I just felt SO 
good!  Oh my God.  Oh my God."

"What's to be upset about?" he asked me, 
unbelievably still smiling.  "You didn't 
tell me that you are a squirter!  I think I 
am in love."

I stopped and thought about it for a moment.  
Well, I HAD done it on occasion in the past.  
But not for a REALLY long time.  Hmmm... 
come to think of it... it DID feel that 
way.... and he wasn't upset, so I must not 
have peed on him.

I smiled back at him.  "I guess I have a new 
way for you to put out a fire, huh?"

And we both chuckled together.

