Hot In Here. Susan Lyons

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      Her firefighter might have disappeared but Jenny’s horniness sure as hell hadn’t. She squeezed her thighs together, clenched the muscles between them. Shit, this was so unfair.

      She really, really wanted that orgasm.

      She deserved it, after all the buildup, playing reporter with the firefighters while all the time all she could think about was Scott’s hard body under the clinging fabric.

      Couldn’t the damned fire alarm have waited another two minutes? That’s all it would have taken, for both of them.

      No finesse to their sex, but, man, was it powerful.

      Not fair, not fair, not fair.

      Jenny took a deep breath. Like her friend Ann kept saying, no woman should be dependent on a man.

      She glanced around. The fire hall looked deserted. Across the street a couple of guys strolled along with a Weimeraner. It was a peaceful street with grassy boulevards, leafy trees, landscaped yards. Residential, with apartments of various sizes and shapes. Many with windows overlooking the fire hall.

      Decisively she put up the top on the Jeep, rolled up the windows and then settled into the passenger seat. She tilted it back, undid her white jeans—not even dirty, which said a lot for how clean those guys kept their truck—and slid her hand inside. Just as Scott had done.

      His hand was so big compared to hers. Everything about him was big.

      Oh, yeah….

      When she’d pulled down his underwear and his dick had jumped free, she’d needed two hands to hold it.

      She remembered how it looked, with the swollen veins, the purply red head already leaking cum. What a turn-on. Power. Sheer, raw male potency.

      And speaking of oozing, she was drenched herself.

      She stroked herself back and forth, between her swollen lips, imagining his fingers, and then, even better, his tongue. The man knew how to kiss, so she’d bet his lips and tongue could give pretty good action down south, too.

      His tongue on her clit.

      She stroked it, squeezed. Imagined her lips wrapping around his dick while his lips suckled her clit, and, oh, yeah, just there, just like that—

      The orgasm surged through her and she rode it out.

      Then, panting, body still throbbing, she lay back in the seat. Satisfied.

      Maybe not as much as if he’d actually been inside her, but not bad, all considering. Nice to know a girl could live without a man, or a vibrator.

      She zipped her pants and glanced around. Had she really done this, in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, in the driveway of Scott’s fire hall?

      Would she ever have the nerve to tell him? Or the girls? She laughed, thinking of the reaction.

      But…wait a minute. She sat up straight, frowning. Was she even going to see Scott again? He’d never got a chance to ask for her number.

      Did she want to see him again?

      She thought of that thrusting dick, and muscles deep in her vagina contracted involuntarily. Oh, yeah!

      From the seat beside her, where she’d slung her backpack, she heard a click. What on earth?

      Oh, shit, the tape recorder. It had been on all this time.

      She buried her face in her hands and started to laugh.