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Subject: {ASSM} Rush (Virago Blue)(MF)
Date: Fri,  2 Mar 2001 22:10:04 -0500
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The following is a work of fiction.  Any re-posting should be approved 
through my people first.  What?  I don't have any people?  Well, email me and 
we can discuss it.  VBWrites@aol.com




Rush
(c)2001 by Virago Blue
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Back and forth, back and forth . . . Each stroke edged me closer to Rick.  
Sweat trickled between my breasts, dampening my shirt.  The temperature in 
the station house felt warm and almost uncomfortable, whetting my desire for 
a spray of water from a hose. Maybe Rick could relieve me.  

His broad, broad back was to me.  I leered at each flex of muscle, each 
ripple beneath his taut skin and tight shirt.  I needed to stroke each swell 
of flesh on this man.  

I continued to study him unnoticed as he brooded over a saucepan, touching 
his finger to the complex red sauce.  Oregano scented the large kitchen of 
the fire station.  I inched closer to Rick and the stove.  

I was finished with my assigned kitchen chores at the station but kept 
sweeping the already spotless floor.  It was an excuse to spend time with 
him.  Right now we were the only two in the kitchen, the rest of the crew 
were taking advantage of the clear weather by starting a game of basketball 
outside.  Their laughter drifted through the open windows.   

Rick intrigued me. Large, well-fed yet muscular, he managed to intimidate 
nearly everybody he encountered. He was also soft- spoken and sweet with a 
sentimental side that melted my insides. And he loved to cook.   

He cooked for me on our first date. Lasagna. We shared a red wine I brought, 
although I had no clue as to the decency of the wine.  It succeeded in 
relaxing me a bit, relieving me of the quiet demeanor I was so often plagued 
with.  We laughed and joked, shared a few secrets, and I went home. Before I 
closed the door behind me he called out to me, "Do you mind if I kiss you?" 
he asked with an almost timid smile.   "I wouldn't mind at all," and I 
didn't. His surprisingly soft and pliant lips caressed mine, kissing me 
sensually.  I was surprised at the emotion in his kiss, the way he expressed 
a longing in that simmering brush of flesh that sent my mind into that place 
where carnal desire tempts.  That kiss created a slow, simmering burn I knew 
would need attention soon.  A sizzling warmth now simmered in my belly and 
grew outward. I felt hot and stifled, ready to tear at my clothes to relieve 
my itch with Rick's body.  "Not on the first date," I admonished myself.   

"Goodnight, Rick," I whispered, backing away from him, "I--I look forward to 
seeing you at work tomorrow. We have a day care center coming by for a tour 
of the firehouse."  

He stopped me with another kiss.    I fell into him that night, knowing we 
would have a passionate relationship eventually.  I sometimes made the 
mistake of doing too much too soon.  This time I would be careful and not 
jump him immediately.    Although I considered myself plain, not fancy, my 
sexual side was with me every day.   Beneath my clothes I always wore the 
sexiest lingerie.  A small portion of every pay check went towards something 
silky or scanty: a burgundy bra, seamed stockings, a lacy garter belt, a 
leopard print camisole, pastel baby dolls, black teddies, bikini panties in 
lace, satin and cotton, and tiny thongs in satin or even mesh.  I had it all. 
 

Now, as I placed the broom back in the large utility closet, I turned to Rick 
and smiled, just as he turned to me.  "Hey, will you taste this and see what 
you think?" he asked.

"My pleasure," I replied, brushing back the dark hair that had fallen free of 
my ponytail, tucking it behind my ear.  I stepped towards him, my eyes never 
leaving his baby-blues, and felt sexy, despite the mussed hair, polyester 
blend slacks and navy blue Station No. 3 T-shirt I always wore on warm days.  
His eyes took on an almost feral glow which charged my body immediately.  I 
felt the warmth grow deep below my belly.  I stood within inches of his chest 
looking away for only a moment to examine what he was cooking.  

"Delicious, I'm sure," I said, looking back at him.  I blushed at the double 
entendre.  His smile had left his face and he studied me intensely.  

He dipped his finger in the saucepan and held it in front of me.  Without 
hesitation I took his hand in both of mine and slowly brought his finger to 
my lips.  I opened my mouth, a slow, relaxed kind of feel, and touched my 
tongue to the liquid on his finger tip.

His lips parted and I felt him exhale.  Just as I slowly sucked on his thick 
finger, drawing it deep into my mouth tasting of his sauce, he inhaled 
softly.  His eyes narrowed slightly with the look of a man aroused.   I 
continued laving his finger with my tongue, closing my eyes in ecstacy.  I 
slowly sucked his finger back into my mouth while increasing the thrust of 
his digit.  Once, twice, a third time and I was feeling a wanton need I felt 
positive matched his.

"The utility closet," I whispered hoarsely, cupping his hand to my breast.  
His thumb grazed over my rigid nipple through the navy blue t-shirt and red 
lace bra.

I nearly pulled him into the closet, kicking the door closed behind us.  Rick 
started tugging the t-shirt from my waistband, pulling it swiftly over my 
head.  I roughly pushed him back against the wall and dove for his belt 
buckle.  In record time I had it unfastened but tripped over the zipper.  His 
penis strained against his pants and I was momentarily stunned at the feel.

"Lisa--" Rick growled, smothering me with kisses.  His mouth trailed down my 
neck and between my breasts, all the while I was kicking my pants out of the 
way.  He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down.  I pulled back and knelt 
in front of him, quickly freeing his engorged penis.  I took a second to 
admire his proud-standing cock, knowing I would have more time later to get 
the full feel of it.  For now I wanted to feel it in my mouth.

I only managed a few quick circles with my tongue before Rick growled again, 
lifting me from my knees and pushing me against the wall.  He fell on top of 
me, kissing me hard, his tongue pushing deep inside my mouth, his hands 
tangled roughly in my hair.  I moved against him, desperate to feel him 
inside me.  

I was hot and reckless, whining and moaning with need and with the incredible 
rush of our spontaneous fuck.  He pushed up my red lace bra.  My breasts were 
now pointed up at an angle, straining against the bottom elastic which was 
now forced to the top of my chest.  Rick descended on my breasts, flicking 
his wet tongue over one turgid nipple.  I arched my back, reaching behind me 
to unhook my bra.  Hastily I flung it away.  It caught on the handle of the 
broom I discarded earlier, a thin fibrous web of red lace snagged on the 
gnarled edge of the old broom.  

His large hands ripped my panties off and with one hot fluid movement, he 
lifted me up and stabbed deep into me with his swollen penis.  I gasped in 
surprise.  I felt nearly split in two by the size of him.  My short nails dug 
into his back as I held on for dear life.  He lifted me by my buttocks and 
constantly slammed me down again and again, over and over, painting his cock 
with my slippery heat.    

When I thought I couldn't take any more Rick slowed down.  Instinctively my 
back arched and hips gyrated slowly against him.  I moaned softly, like 
exhaling steam, and continued to move with him.

"Now," I hissed, digging my heels into his hard buttocks, "now!"  Rick 
grabbed on, fucking me harder and faster, grunting into my neck.  I felt the 
lit fuse burn brighter and brighter, getting closer to the point of 
combustion.  I was melting with heat, sex, desire and pure animal lust.  We 
were rutting like animals and just the thought of it caused the deepest, most 
intense explosion to erupt inside of me.  

I shuddered against Rick's sweating chest, my breath coming in short gasps 
punctuated by little groans.  "Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes."   Rick's penis began 
to jerk and dance inside me.  I clamped down on the feeling, pulling him in 
as deep as I could.  

"Fuck," he gasped against my neck, breathing heavily.  I touched his short 
hair and stroked the glistening spikes of gold and silver, working hard to 
catch my breath.  He still held my spread rear in his hands.

Before I noticed the rough texture of the cinder block wall on my bare back, 
I vaguely became aware of an annoying shriek outside the door.  A second or 
two passed before we both recognized the screech of the smoke alarm.  My eyes 
widened when I met Rick's surprised look, "the sauce!"  We untangled from 
each other as quickly as we could, throwing on enough clothes to shield us 
from embarrassment in case we weren't going to be alone in the kitchen.  In 
our mad rush, I left my bra dangling from the broomstick.  

I disarmed the smoke alarm and turned on a fan.  Rick was busy rinsing the 
burned-out sauce pan in the sink, scrubbing at the charred remains of his 
special Italian red sauce.  I felt flushed with excitement and surprise and I 
couldn't help but glance repeatedly at Rick as we covered our tracks.  

Rick broke the silence first.  "Lisa, I don't know what came over me," he 
began, shaking his head, "I didn't mean to be so rough."  

I chewed my lip and smiled.  I looked back at Rick and caught his eye, "Did 
you hear me complain?"  I shook my head with a laugh.  "Maybe . . . just, 
maybe," I paused, not quite sure if I should reveal this little part of 
myself.  I had come this far, what would it hurt now?  

"What?" Rick asked.

"Maybe I like it hot and fast, and maybe a little rough sometimes."  I 
reached for the dish towel on his shoulder, careful to avoid looking into his 
eyes for fear of his reaction.  

Rick stopped me from taking the towel, wrapping his long fingers around my 
wrist.  I challenged him with a look, a smirk on my face.  "Yeah?"

I nodded.

"What about long and slow?"


"Mmmmm, I like that too," I answered.

"Tonight?"

I nodded, "This time I'll do the cooking."




The End . . . At last, my dry spell has been broken . . . let me know if it 
was worth the effort.  Thanks.  VBWrites@aol.com



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