Every man has one (or more) parts of the female body that drive him absolutely wild. The most brief of encounters can lead to a spontaneous and wild affair, if that part is in play. For The Firefighter it was my ass; and my black studded micro-mini dress was about to get me into loads of trouble.
I walked up the street; the sun was pounding on my back and I pushed my hair in front of my shoulder to expose my skin; the low cut back of the dress was excellent for on-the-go tanning. My black Stuart Weitzman espadrille sandals made my legs even longer and I could feel people’s eyes following my every move.
My phone vibrated in my hand; The Firefighter wanted to play. I laughed to myself, as I was about to stroll past his place. Earlier in the week I had decided I was over him. The Photographer was back on again and I had been flying to New York every other week for hours and hours of pleasure.
As I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open and I was greeted with his devilish grin. Pushing passed him I threw my vintage green snakeskin handbag on his couch and helped myself to some water. As I perused through cupboards trying to find a glass, I could feel him walking towards me.
The Firefighter placed his hands on my waist and slid them down over my firm ass. He moaned as he grabbed me hard and spun me towards him, “You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen.”
I smiled and tilted my chin backwards letting him kiss down my neck to my chest. His hands lifted me up onto the granite counter top and I let out a gasp as my warm skin touched the cool stone. He was incredibly hard and kept trying to kiss my lips.
Pushing him away, I slid off the counter. As I made my way across the room I enquired what made him want me so badly. He laughed, “There is nothing I won’t do for your ass.”
And that was all I needed to hear.
Oh wow...
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