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 The following is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any characters is
strictly incidental.  This story is not intended to be viewed by persons
under the age of 18.

   This is the first story I've published.  I would appreciate your
feedback at: mnpikepole@yahoo.com

   M/F, Affair, May/September

   Starting The Fire

   I've never thought of myself as sexy.  I mean who does?  Other than the
parody of the leisure suit salesperson on that commercial for Travelocity,
who walks around saying to themselves, "Damn, I'm one hot dude!" On the
other hand, I make a definite effort to stay in shape.  I eat right,
workout regularly, and overall avoid excess.  Just like everyone else I
have my own weaknesses.  Wine, good cheese and women.  Sounds like the
beginning to a corny song doesn't it?

   Now, when I say I have a weakness for women it's nothing I act upon.  I
just love looking at women and wondering, "What if?"

   What if I wasn't married and I saw this woman?  Would I pursue her? 
What's she like?  What does she like?  Is she a tigress in bed, or is she
meek and mild?  What would she look like naked, are her breasts full
without a bra, is she shaved?  I don't think I'm different from any other
red-blooded American male.  Hell, any red-blooded male period.

   Other than my little fantasies, I'm just like anybody else.  I try to do
the right thing, I try to make the people around me happy and at the end of
the month I hope I have a little more cash in my pocket.  That's why what
happened a month ago is so out of character for me.

   I'm a professional firefighter.  I work a 24 hour schedule, I start work
at 8:00 AM and go home the next day at 8:00 AM.  However, during the normal
workday I'm what my department calls a Shift Inspector.  From 8:00 AM until
5:00 PM I drive around the city inspecting buildings and facilities for any
number of fire and safety hazards.  At 5:00 PM I return to the station and
join the rest of the duty crew as a regular firefighter on an engine
company.  While I miss out on the calls during the day, I still get to
respond to any major events and I have much more freedom than the duty
crew. The duty crew has no flexibility in how they spend their day; I
however get to go wherever my inspection duties take me.  I also have the
ability to go anywhere in the city I want, within reason.  I can stop at
Target if I need to, or I can run across town and meet someone for lunch, I
just need to stay in the city and be able to respond to major incidents.

   Now, you're not reading this just to find out about what it's like to be
a firefighter.  That's been done to death and while interesting, I don't
think it's as much fun as what I'm about to share with you.

   One Thursday afternoon I was scheduled to inspect several small
apartment buildings on a nice quiet street in our city.  I was looking
forward to this inspection because unlike most of my inspections the owner
of these buildings was a big supporter of our department.  Earl Jackson was
a crusty old gent who had owned these buildings for decades.  Originally
purchased as an investment when he was young; Earl had enjoyed a steady
rental income from the three buildings.  But when Earl retired he had
worked his way through several property managers, none of which met his
expectations.  I suspect Earl was paying too much attention and didn't
realize that he really wanted to handle the properties himself.  The best
way to describe Earl is that he's a character.  He stumbles around the
buildings talking to his tenants, making sure everything is just so, he
always has a dime for the kids in the buildings and his tenants love him.
An afternoon walking through his buildings is like walking through a Studs
Terkel novel.  He knows everything about everyone.  It's a great way to
spend an afternoon.

   That's why I was so surprised when I went up to the first building to
meet Earl.  Instead of Earl, a woman opened the door for me.  She was an
older woman, early fifties if I had to hazard a guess.  She was wearing a
white, cotton skirt with a blouse open at the neckline, a gold chain graced
a beautiful neck.  I looked in her eyes and she said, "Mr.  Fitzgerald? 
I'm Cynthia Jackson, I'll be taking my father's place today."

   Now let's stop here for a minute.  I'm 37, I've always had a thing for
women older than me.  The first woman I dated after college was ten years
older than me.  I love the intrigue, the maturity and the fact that they
don't play as many games.  Maybe it's a remnant from my teenage fantasy
life.  You know, mowing the neighbor's lawn and being a horny, frustrated
teenager seeing the woman of the house outside, bending over to pick some
tomatoes or do some gardening.  Face it, every guy wishes he had a Mrs. 
Robinson in his life.  There is nothing like an older woman when it comes
to sex, they always are so physical, I always feel like they are pulling
everything out of me.

   "I hope your father is okay," I replied.

   "Oh, haven't you heard?  He passed away last month.  I own the buildings
now."

   "I'm so sorry." I can't believe I hadn't heard.  Earl wasn't a mover and
shaker in our city, but he was definitely the kind of person that gets a
write up in the paper.

   "Thank you.  I miss him dearly." Cynthia looked out the door past me. 
It was a wonderful summer day.  The kind of day you want to bottle up and
open in mid-January when it's freezing outside.  "Well, where do we start?"

   "Oh, a let's see.  Right here, we just walk through the buildings, I
check the exit signs, emergency lights, storage areas, all of the things
that might cause a fire or contribute to a fire.  It's pretty straight
forward." I walked past Cynthia and I caught a whiff of her scent.  It was
so light I almost missed it.  I love to smell women when they walk by.  I
feel like I'm catching a peek into their private life.

   We walked through the first floor, I didn't find any problems, nor did I
expect to, Earl always took pride in his buildings.  In the second building
I found a storage room that we didn't have key to in the lock box and a
burnt out bulb in an emergency light.  By the time we entered the third
building, Cynthia and I were joking, telling stories about her father.  I
always tried to be behind her as we walked up the stairs.  Her ass was
wonderful to watch.  I could just imagine running my hands over those
lovely cheeks.  I think Cynthia caught me a couple of times.  She'd give me
a sly smile and keep on walking.  I'd swallow hard and act embarrassed. 
The last thing I needed was Cynthia filing a harassment claim with the
department.

   When we finished the last building, I wrote up the two items and told
Cynthia that I'd be back in two weeks on a follow-up inspection.

   Cynthia looked me straight in the eyes and asked, "John, Is there
anything else you like to see?"

   Well, I wanted to tell her that yes, I'd love to see her glorious body
in it's natural glory and that I'd worship her until I passed out.  But,
I'm a straight-laced, married, firefighter who always does the right thing.
So I said, "No Cynthia, that pretty much covers everything.  I'll see you
in two weeks."

   "Okay, John," she replied.

   Another opportunity lost.  Oh well, that's what you're supposed to do, I
guess.

   I turned around as I walked down the sidewalk and said, "Cynthia, don't
hesitate to call me if you have any questions.  My card has my pager number
on it so you can reach me at any time."

   "Thank you John."

   Over the next two weeks life and work went on.  I love my job.  We're in
the worst day of people's life business.  Think about it.  You've got a
problem that you can't handle; you call the fire department.  For us it's
"routine", a heart attack, a fire, car accidents.  For the victims this is
hopefully the worst day of their life and we're there to try and help them.
Sometimes you can and sometimes you can't, hopefully the times you can help
outnumber the times you can't.  It can be draining physically and
emotionally, but it's part of the job.

   I hadn't totally put Cynthia out of my mind.  Rather I found myself
thinking about her as I went about my day.  A couple of times when I was
laying in my bunk at work attempting to fall asleep I found myself
imagining what would have happened if I would have answered her question
differently.  Ah, a healthy fantasy life is one of the joys of being human.


   Then two weeks later I looked at my calendar and realized that I was
scheduled to meet Cynthia this afternoon and conduct the re-inspection.

   I worked out at lunch, pumping up, I took a quick shower and put on a
clean uniform.  You would have thought I was primping for a date for crying
out loud.  I told myself that I just wanted to continue to make a good
impression.  Hey, good public relations is very important.  Yeah, right.

   I walked up the sidewalk, looked up and saw Cynthia waiting for me.  I
smiled and she smiled back.  I thought I worked on making sure I looked
good, she looked exquisite.  She was wearing a woman's suit, pantyhose
covered her legs, once again the neckline was open down her chest.  She
gave me a beaming smile which I returned.  I felt a stirring in my groin.
Uh oh.

   "Hello Cynthia."

   "Hi John.  I'm ready for your re-inspection." Hold it.  Did I hear
correctly?  Am I in a Penthouse Forum letter?  No, I'm just a wound up guy
in the presence of a beautiful woman.

   "Wow.  You look wonderful.  I mean, I hope you don't mind my saying so."
Damn, damn, damn, I'm going to get in trouble.

   "Why thank you.  And no, I don't mind your saying so."

   I walked in and once again caught a whiff of her scent.  Hmmmmm. 
Another more urgent stirring.  Now my cock is starting to get plump.

   "Where would you like to start?" Cynthia asks me with a smirk on her
face.

   "Ah, let's look at the emergency light then we can check out the storage
locker." Is she flirting with me?  Damn.  Damn.  Damn.

   Cynthia turns around and jaunts up the stairs.  I stand and watch her
from the landing.  Her legs are amazing.  I imagine myself running my
fingers along the back, up and along her thighs.

   "John, are you coming?"

   "Uh."

   I wish I was cumming, but I can't very well say that so I settle for the
simple, primal male response to a question posed by a gorgeous woman.  I
start walking up the stairs, following Cynthia, thinking carnal thoughts
the entire time.

   I think everything is okay on the re-inspection.  At least I signed off
on the repairs.

   After we finished Cynthia said she wanted to ask me a question about a
problem in one of the units.  "Sure," I hear myself saying.

   We walk across the courtyard and enter a different building.  We walk up
to the third floor and she takes out a key and stands in front of the door
to one of the apartments.  I find myself standing directly behind her. 
Very close, not touching, but in her space.  I want to grab her and pull
her into me, I want to bury my nose in her hair and smell her essence.

   She unlocks the door, starts to enter and stops suddenly.  I was already
moving forward and bump into her.  My groin touches her ass and my cock
instantly reacts.

   "Ooohh, I'm sorry," says Cynthia.

   "No, no, excuse me."

   We continue into the room and I find a wonderful, open, airy apartment.
I didn't think they had this kind of unit in these buildings.

   As Cynthia walked in she tossed the keys on the table and removed her
jacket.  "This is my office.  Dad gave me a unit about ten years ago when I
decided to get back into consulting.  I renovated it and it doubles as a
retreat for me."

   "Wow." Is all I can think to say.  Yeah, I know, I'm an idiot.

   "John, I've noticed that you've been staring at me.  I've caught you
looking at my ass and I can't remember the last time I've walked that far
in front of a man on a stairway."

   "Uh, I'm sorry."

   "John, don't be sorry.  I'm enjoying it.  I just think that we could
enjoy this a little more.  Don't you think?"

   "Uh."

   "That's what I thought.  John, come over here."

   I walked over to her.  She looked me in the eye, reached back and ran
her hands through her hair, tilting her head back.  I looked down at her
neck, oh how I wanted to kiss that neck.  But in the back of my head all I
can hear is that little voice saying, "Don't do it.  Don't do it.  You're
going to be caught.  You're life as you know it will be over."

   "Now John, I'm going to make you a proposition.  I'm 54 years old.  I've
been through all of the games, I love my husband as I'm sure you love your
wife.  But, I like to explore life.  You should understand it, life is
precious and I want to live to the fullest while I'm alive."

   "Oh, yeah.  I know exactly what you mean." Boy, do I ever.  You never
know when your number is going to be up, especially in my line of work.

   "John, what I want is you." Cynthia reaches out and grabs my cock
through my uniform pants.  "Just as I thought, nice and hard."

   "John, do you want me?  Do you want to feel my tits?  Do you want to
taste my pussy?  John?  Do you?"

   "Oh God, yes!"

   I dropped to my knees, I took my hands and ran them along her calves up
the back of her thighs.  Cynthia ran her fingers through my hair.  I pulled
her skirt up over her ass and discovered that she wasn't wearing pantyhose,
but rather stockings.  I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her pussy
into my face.  I started nibbling on her inner thighs.  I can hear Cynthia
starting to moan, I run my tongue along her underwear, I nibble at her
pussy, I can feel her heat through the underwear.  I reach up and pull her
underwear down and I see her pussy in all of its glory.  It's trimmed and
swollen with desire.  My tongue starts by her asshole and I run it up her
outer lips.  I start again, only this time I make sure that just the tip of
my tongue is spreading her lips.  My hands are on her ass, grabbing her
cheeks, squeezing, pulling her into my face.  I look up at Cynthia and I
see a look of pure lust.  I give her a wink and return to her pussy.  I
keep licking her from asshole to clit, spreading her lips a bit more each
time.

   Cynthia's knees are starting to buckle so I lay down on my back.

   "Stand over me." I love this view, looking up and seeing a beautiful,
wet pussy and lovely breasts standing over me.  While I was busy licking
her pussy, Cynthia had removed her blouse and I look up and see her breasts
inside of a lace bra.  I sit up and pull her down to my face.  I start
licking her pussy again, sticking my tongue inside, tasting her wetness,
licking up to her clit.  Just teasing it at this point.  I reach up with
one hand and start stroking a breast.  Teasing the nipple, I want to see
how hard her nipples become.  I start flicking my tongue against Cynthia's
clit, she's grinding her pussy into my mouth, moaning as her head whips
back.

   "Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Yeah baby, that's it.  Suck my clit"

   I get my mouth nice and wet then I suck Cynthia's clit into my mouth,
sucking it in and then flicking the tip with my tongue.  Cynthia tries to
pull away but my hands are firmly planted on her ass not letting her go
anywhere.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Hmmmmmmmmm!!"

   Now I'm still clothed.  My cock feels like it's going to explode.  It's
rock hard and throbbing.

   "You like this Cynthia?  Hmmm?  Do you want me to keep licking your
pussy?"

   "Oh God John, it's so damn good.  Yes, keep licking my pussy, please!"

   I stand up and tell Cynthia to lie down on her back.

   I start licking and sucking her wonderful pussy, looking up and seeing
her chest flush, I take a finger and reach into her pussy and search for
that wonderful little spot that sends women over the edge.  I start
stroking as I'm sucking her clit.

   "Ahhh, Ahhh, Oh, Oh, God....Damn....Oh.........Ohhhhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmmmm........AughhhhhhhHH!"

   I can feel Cynthia's pussy clenching on my finger as she climaxes.  I
love making a woman cum.  There is nothing like knowing that you gave
someone so much pleasure.

   I get up on my knees and take off my shirt and unbuckle my belt.  "Come
here."

   Cynthia flips over and crawls over to me.  She reaches out and undoes my
pants, pulls them down and off then grabs my cock and gives it a little
squeeze.  She looks up at me and says, "I've been dreaming about this for
the past two weeks."

   She takes my cock in her mouth, just the tip and gives it a good suck,
her other hand caresses my balls.  "Hmmmmm, nice.  I really like a rock
hard cock.

   Cynthia pushes me down on my back.  She moves up and straddles me, she
reaches down with one hand and guides me to her pussy.  I thrust up, but
she looks at me and says, "Not yet lover." She takes the head of my cock
and uses it like her own dildo, rubbing it up and down her slit, rubbing it
over her clit.  I'm ready to explode.  I want to fuck her so bad that I
can't see straight.

   I reach up, I want to rub her breasts, taste her nipples, but she won't
let me.  Then she looks me in the eye and impales her pussy on my cock. 
Her pussy so damn hot I feel like cumming.  "You better not cum yet lover.
I'm going to fuck you 'til you pass out."

   Now it's my turn.  I'm groaning and moaning.  Cynthia is grinding her
pussy up and down my cock.  The friction is perfect, I can feel her up
pussy clenching, grabbing my cock.  Not too fast, but not too slow either.
I'm going wild trying to buck up into her pussy, but Cynthia is controlling
the rhythm.  I can see another orgasm building on her.  Her chest is
starting to flush again and she's groaning.  Then, suddenly her pussy grabs
my cock and starts a spasm.  Just as I'm about to blast off myself, Cynthia
gets off my cock and grabs it at the base.

   "I'm not through with you yet."

   "Oh really?  I think that's what I should be saying to you!"

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah!  Bend over!"

   I come up behind Cynthia and start fucking her hard from behind. 
Plunging my cock into her pussy, pullin out so just the tip is inside and
then ramming in again.  She reaches between her legs and starts playing
with her pussy, every now and then taking two fingers and sliding them on
either side of my cock, adding just enough pleasure to make me explode.  I
shoot a load of cum into her that felt like it started at my toes.

   "WOW!"

   "Yeah Lover, that was good.  That was really good.  There's nothing like
a wild fuck in the middle of the afternoon."

   "You're not kidding."

   "Speaking of which, I think there's another bulb out in building 2."

   "Really," I say.  "I guess you have a couple of weeks to get it fixed."

   "Will you be back in two weeks, Lover?"
   "Oh yeah."