Free Fun With a Fireman by Daniella Divine Page A

with an American woman,’ he
said, working his dick firmly to attention with his right hand.
‘I’m looking forward to finding out what it feels like.’
    I giggled. ‘I guess we’re pretty much the same as
British girls, except we scream in a funny accent.’
    ‘Oh boy, I can’t wait to hear that! It will be like
watching sex in a Hollywood movie, but it will be real life.’
    Too much talking, not enough action. I reached up,
curled my hand around the back of Ben’s neck and pulled him on top
of me. ‘Much as I love to hear you talk in that cute voice of
yours, let’s get down to business.’
    ‘Love a duck…that sounds awesome!’
    Love a duck? They sure talk weird over there. So I
clamped my lips against Ben’s to make him shut up. That did the
trick. He seemed to lose all interest in chatting, and I could feel
his dick straining upwards as his body lowered down onto mine.
Hmm...nice. My Mom always said it’s good to travel and get new
experiences. And I had a feeling that this experience would make
the long flight across the pond worthwhile.
    Ben’s lean and hard body was on top of mine now, his
naked flesh pressing against mine. He moved his lips from my mouth
to my neck and shoulders, and then down to my breasts. I loved
every moment, but I was impatient for the main course. I arched my
back so that my body pressed tightly against his and whispered in
his ear.
    ‘I want you inside me, right now.’
    ‘That’s what I want, too,’ he replied. ‘I want that
more than anything.’
    Ben shifted his position, making himself more
comfortable between my legs. Then I could feel him fumbling between
my thighs, seeking the right place to enter me. Another moment and
he was inside me, sliding deep and grunting as he buried his flesh
inside mine.
    ‘Oh yes!’ I exclaimed. ‘Yes, yes!’
    OK, I know. A bit of repetition there. But what do
you do when you’re having sex – recite Shakespeare? I didn’t think
so. My affirmative response certainly worked for Ben…he got into
his stride and started pushing into me deeper and harder. His
breath was hot in my ear, his male scent making me whimper like a
bitch on heat.
    ‘More Ben, give me more.’
    ‘I’ll give you as much as you like, darling. You are
so sexy I could do this all day.’
    I felt pretty much the same way, but at that moment,
events took an unfortunate turn for the worse. We weren’t going to
be at it all day. In fact, we weren’t going to get another moment.
Ben suddenly froze in mid-fuck – his body poised over me while he
strained his head to listen like a rabbit that just heard a dog
bark.
    ‘Can you hear that?’ he said, a note of panic in his
voice.
    I listened. All I could hear was the noise of
traffic in the distance, and the high-pitched whine of a
small-engined motorbike approaching.
    ‘Hear what?’ I asked, becoming somewhat
disillusioned. Ben’s dick was wilting like a banana in the sun, and
I suspected that my afternoon was about to go downhill fast.
‘What’s the problem?’
    ‘That engine…the moped. I know the sound…but it
can’t be. She’s not supposed to come home for another hour
yet.’
    My heart sank. I’ve had this kind of conversation
before. ‘Who’s not supposed to come home yet?’
    Ben didn’t answer. He was too busy scurrying across
the bed to the window. The sound of the moped was louder now. It
was clearly just outside the building, and the tone of the engine
told me it was slowing down. Ben took one look out the window and
then ducked down, swearing with surprising intensity.
    ‘Oh fuck, it’s her!’
    ‘Who?’ I demanded, although I was sure I knew the
answer to that question.
    ‘My wife. She’s not supposed to finish work for
another hour.’
    I am embarrassed to admit this, but I may have found
myself in a similar position once or twice before. OK, three or
four times before.
    Five, then.
    Six or seven, tops. Definitely in the single
figures.
    Well, the exact number isn’t important,