Firefighter's Virgin

Filled with excitement, I pushed myself off Phil’s lap and stood before him. My bra was off, but my clothes were still on my body. Brimming with newfound confidence, I decided to do a little striptease for him. As he sat there on his chair, I noticed the protrusion in his crotch and it was obvious that he was already hard as a rock. The sight inspired me further, and I started swaying seductively from side to side as I pulled off my t-shirt.

I threw my t-shirt at him, and Phil laughed. Then I teased off my pants until I was standing there in my underwear. I was dancing close to him and, so he reached out and touched the skin just above my panty-line.

“You’re lucky I’m more or less invalid at the moment,” he said, in a voice that was thick with desire. “Because otherwise, I would have attacked you by now.”

I turned around slowly and pulled down my panties with exaggerated slowness. Then I kicked them off and turned back to Phil.

“Seriously,” he said, in a strained voice. “This is more painful than the fucking burn.”

Smiling, I walked up to him and then lowered myself down to my knees between his legs. I unzipped his pants and released his erection. His cock sprung free of the constricting material, and I realized how much I’d missed all of this. It wasn’t just the pleasure and release of an orgasm. It was the titillation of foreplay, it was the heat of his touch, and it was the knowledge that we could lose ourselves in each other’s bodies.

I ran my hand up and down his erection a few times before bending down and licking the tip of his penis. Phil moaned, and I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked him gently for a minute while my hand worked on the shaft. Then, when I was good and comfortable, I opened my mouth wider and took the full length of him inside my mouth and to my throat.

I felt Phil swear as his head rolled back and his hands clenched on my head. I knew that if I kept this up much longer, he would cum, and I wasn’t ready for him to do so just yet. I wanted to feel him inside me first. So I pulled out slowly and sat down on top of Phil, his penis slipping into me easily.

I loved this more feeling more than any other. That moment—as he entered me when our bodies became one, and there was no space between us. I could feel him deep inside me, and I clung to him, moving back and forth slowly so that I could savor every moment and commit it to memory.

“Are you okay?” I asked, careful to remember his leg. “Does this hurt?”

“I don’t think I could feel pain at this point,” Phil replied breathlessly. “

All I feel is you.”

I rode him vigorously, allowing my legs and hips to work furiously until we both came in gasps and moans and cries of pleasure. It was the most amazing release in the world, and I felt as though my soul was intact at last, after weeks of turbulence and pain. When I rose from Phil’s lap, his cock slipped out of me, and his chest rose and fell dramatically.

“Was that too much for you at this stage?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“Bite your tongue,” Phil said, giving me a wink.

Phil zipped himself up, and I pulled on my underwear. “Now you definitely need to eat,” I said firmly. “I think I severely depleted your energy stores.”

He laughed. “Feel free to deplete my energy stores whenever you feel the need.”

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to keep up.”

“Of trust me… I can keep up,” he said. “Just you wait till my leg’s completely healed.”

We sat at the table and ate a huge breakfast together. Phil kept his hand on my leg the entire time, as though he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between us. We had just finished breakfast, and I was about to clear away the plates when Phil stopped me.

“Wait, just sit with me a moment,” he said.

I smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

“There’s something that’s been on my mind while we were eating breakfast,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I want you to stay with me.”

I frowned. “Of course.” I nodded willingly. “I’ll stay with you as long as you need.”

“No, I don’t mean to look after me,” he clarified. “And, I don’t mean temporarily.”

“Then—”

“I want you to live with me.”

I froze for a moment, as my mind started to understand what he was trying to say. “Wait, do you mean—”