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Subject: {ASSM} Light My Fire by Pami (M/F, oral)
Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 01:10:07 -0400
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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?

If you like it, check out my other stories at (lemme see if I get this
right...) http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/  (A big hug to Rui Jorge!)
And now... on to our tale....

Light My Fire by Pami  (M/F)

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.

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