She grins. “Of course you will.”
“The first hold is called a one-person lift. Place one arm under the victim’s knee and the other around their back.”
I step into Claire. “Good thing you didn’t wear a skirt,” I whisper.
Before she can respond, I bend down and scoop her up the same way a husband would carry his new bride. Claire wraps her arm around my neck. Her body is warm against mine. She feels so damn good, and today she smells like lavender.
“I’ve thought about the kiss a lot,” she whispers, while smiling at her students.
“I knew it.”
“I’m also not wearing any underwear,” she adds.
My cock starts to grow thick in my pants, and I think of anything and everything I can to make it stop, because no way in hell can I get a raging hard-on in front of a group of first graders.
That little minx knew exactly what she was doing.
Bunnies.
Pink bunnies.
Kittens.
“This hold only works with a child or someone you can easily lift,” Todd explains while I run through a list of cute little animals. “If someone is really big or overweight, we would have to find a different way to move them. The next hold is called a firefighter carry.”
I set Claire back on her feet. She smooths her hands down the front of her blouse and takes a bow when the kids clap for her. She tries to step away, probably thinking I’ll use a different volunteer for each hold, but I put a quick stop to that when I grab her arm and fling her over my shoulder. The kids all laugh, and Claire places her palms on my lower back for leverage as I parade her around the group so they can get a good look at how I’m carrying her.
“With this hold, the victim is carried over one shoulder. The rescuer’s arm, on the side that the victim is being carried, is wrapped across their legs, and the rescuer grasps the victim’s opposite arm. This technique is used for carrying a victim longer distances,” Todd says.
“It’s also used to carry a woman to bed and provides the perfect opportunity spank her ass if she’s been bad,” I whisper, so only Claire can hear.
I can’t see her, but I hear her breath hitch.
“And it’s a mighty fine ass,” I add.
“If a victim is on the ground, this hold is difficult and will require a strong rescuer,” Todd says, continuing to the next hold. “The last one-man carry we’re going to show you today is the pack-strap carry.”
I let Claire down. She turns away, pretending to be unaffected by me.
“In this hold, you’ll see that Trevor is going to pull the victims arms over his shoulders from behind.”
I follow Todd’s direction. I step in front of Claire and bend at the knee. She lifts up on her toes, allowing me to hoist her up on my back.
“You’ll notice that this is similar to a piggyback ride, but Ms. Daniels leaves her legs hanging rather than wrapping them around Trevor’s waist. When injuries make the firefighter carry unsafe, this method can be used.” Todd smiles. “That’s it. Doesn’t anyone have any questions?”
I lower Claire to her feet, and before she can turn away, I grab her wrist. “Did my words turn you on, Claire?”
“Why would you think that?” she says, adjusting her top.
“Because your nipples are hard. They were cutting into my back.”
She spins us around so my back is facing the kids and then she steps in close, as though she’s giving me a hug. Her fingers curl around my erection through my pants. She gives it a solid squeeze, followed by a pat, and then she winks. “And now so is your cock,” she whispers.
Well played, Claire. Well played.
“That’s it?” Marcus asks.
I turn around to face the kids and watch Claire take her spot by the tree.