That might be fine in an office environment. But it’s downright deadly when you’re fighting a raging wildfire. If you can’t trust your team with your life, people die.
I held back saying anything to Camellia for years. I was confident she felt the same way for me, but I didn’t want to jeopardize our team. If I said something to her, and she didn’t feel the same way, I would have to transfer out of the unit. I wouldn’t be able to see her every day and not have her in my life.
That changed after the Coosa Swamp Fire. We’d been in drought conditions for nearly a year when lightning struck the swamp, setting fire to the dry and dead plant material. Getting to the rural fire was tough, and the Flame Jumpers took up a mainly defensive position. We worked for days to push it back and keep nearby homes from burning.
When Camellia and I finally made it back to the station, we were wet, dirty, and plain exhausted.
“I want to shower for 10 hours and sleep for twenty,” Camellia said, rubbing her eyes.
“Your wish is my command, Camellia,” I threw a towel at her, which she caught in one hand.
She laughed and sauntered into the women’s locker room.
I went into the men’s. When I turned on the shower, I realized I had left my toiletry kit out in the bunk room. Camellia and I were the only ones in the station, and since she was in the shower already, I knew no one would see me.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and slipped out of the locker room. I was bending down to grab my kit when I heard a gasp. I whirled around to see Camellia standing stark naked in front of me.
“I-I th-thought you were in the shower,” she stammered.
I couldn’t speak. I’ve seen Camellia wearing just about everything. But I’d never seen her bare-ass naked. She was glorious.
Her brown hair was pulled up in a messy bun. Her bronzed skin was so smooth. I yearned to touch it and see if it was as silky as it looked. Her breasts were firm, with tight nipples pointing straight at me, begging for me to take them into my mouth. Her hips flared out, curving into muscular thighs.
Even filthy, covered in soot, she was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And that beautiful creature was pointing at my crotch.
I looked down and panicked. Not only had I dropped my towel when I turned around, but my cock appreciated Camellia’s birthday suit so much, he was standing at full attention for her.
I glanced at her face, which was lit up in amusement.
Fucking great, I thought.Not only am I fucking naked in front of the woman of my dreams, but she’s now laughing at my package.
I yanked the toiletry kit in front of my junk in an attempt to hide. Like she hadn’t already seen what was going on downstairs.
Camellia made no move to cover herself, making it exponentially more challenging to control my cock.
She stalked toward me with a twinkle in her brown eyes. “We’re the only ones here.”
I gulped. I still couldn’t say anything because all of the blood in my brain drained down to my dick, and he wasn’t giving it up anytime soon. I could only nod.
Camellia reached out, took the toiletry kit from my hands, and set it on a nearby table. When she turned back to me, she smiled. “I’m suddenly not very tired anymore.”
“You’re not?” I squeaked.
Camellia didn’t drop eye contact with me while reaching for my hands. She twined our fingers together. “Nope.”
“M-m-me neither,” I managed to get out before Camellia dragged me down into a blistering kiss.
A flash fire spread through my veins, and I felt alive for the first time in my life. Every nerve ending prickled with electricity. The origination of this fire was where her lips met mine.
I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer. She moaned into my mouth as she opened for me. Camellia tasted sweet and a little smoky. The combination was too much for my cock, and he started to weep from excitement.
She palmed my shaft, pumping once, then twice with her fist.
I nearly came right then.
“That feel good, Sparky?”
