(This story was written for a firefighter friend of mine. He told me this was one of his favorite fantasies…hope he's not disappointed.)

She opened the door of the house and there was that smell. The smell of burned wood and wet plaster. Damn, he's been out to another fire. Volunteer firefighters never seem to stop. Oh well, she sighed. She looked around for the coat and finally found it on the living room floor. Bending over, she picked it up. She brought it up to eye level to see how dirty it actually was. It was in bad need of washing, but he always said that washing a fire coat was bad luck. Superstitious bunch those guys…maybe just this once…and it's so stained he won't notice…

Then another smell assaulted her nose. She didn't quite recognize it at first, so she sniffed again, this time deeper. What was that strangely familiar smell? She put the jacket on and held it tightly around her. The smell was familiar but she couldn't quite place it. Slowly it dawned on her. It was that musky smell of his sweat. As she held the jacket tightly around her, she let her mind wander back to the last time they made love…

As her mind wandered, her body began to react to what her mind and her nose were telling her. She felt her nipples stiffen as she held the jacket tightly to her chest. The warmth of her fantasy was spreading through her entire body and down into her privates. Whatever possessed her to start thinking like this in the middle of the day? Her mind began to wander as she headed for the closet to hang up his jacket. What if…she wondered?

She stopped in her tracks as the thoughts passed through her head. She quickly went into the bedroom and laid the coat upon bed. Her mind filling with fantasies, she quickly stripped off all her clothes. Standing naked in front of the jacket, she debated whether to put it on. It couldn't hurt, could it? With visions of the last time that they made love running through her head, she slipped the jacket over he shoulders, and onto her body.

The flannel liner of the inside of the jacket made her nipples stiffen with the roughness of it. She shivered with the feelings that it sent through her body. She closed her eyes and thought about his naked body pressed against hers. She hugged the jacket tightly to her chest as she inhaled deeply of the musky scent of the jacket. Eyes closed, she moved to the edge of the bed and lay down upon it. Her arms now at her sides, the jacket fell open slightly, exposing some of her naked skin to the cool air.

The cool air awakened her bare body and heightened her senses. Almost subconsciously, her right hand moved over the jacket to her exposed skin. She opened the jacket further and felt for her left breast. She cupped the fullness of it in her hand, feeling its shape and smoothness. Her thumb traveled over her hardened nipple several times causing a moan to escape from her slightly parted lips.

As she continues to stroke her breast, she drew up her knees and allowed her legs to fall open. The cool air blowing across her now aroused vagina, caused her shiver with the increase of desire within her body. She raised up her hips like she was beckoning him to enter her. She now moved her left hand to her right breast, stroking and awakening that nipple.

With her right hand now free, she let it wander over the hot flatness of her stomach and down into her aroused nether regions. The need for him welled within her as she reached down and parted her outer lips, slowly and gently probing a finger inside. Moistening her index finger with her own juices, she parted her outer lips slowly running her finger up to the top, where she new she would find the intense pleasure center of her clitoris.

As her moistened finger first passed over it, she jumped with the intensity of the feeling. God, this feels good she thought as she slowly started to circle the outside edges of her clit. Adjusting her speed ever faster, she started to thrust her hips in the time to her throbbing clitoris. Faster and faster she went, until she was thrusting up and down with complete abandon.

Through her half-lidded eyes, she swore she saw a figure enter the bedroom where she lay. Crazed by animal lust, she was unable to stop, unable to focus. Could it be him? She fervently hoped it was him as she closed her legs, rolled over on her side continuing to play with her clit.

She felt a pair of warm hands caressing her buttocks, as the hands raised the backside of the jacket. She felt a hot, hard tube of flesh pressed against the opening of her vagina. She parted her legs slightly, not losing her rhythm as he plunged deep within her in one deep push. She screamed aloud with the arrival of her first orgasm, as he plumbed her depths deeper and deeper.

With each new thrust, a small orgasm washed over her building to a second one that she knew would come soon enough. The thrust of his hips and depth that he was within her was causing her to concentrate on nothing but the animal lust with her. Thrusting faster and faster, she felt him swell within her, signaling his impending orgasm. She tightened her muscles down on him as she felt him explode deep with in her. She felt him shoot deep within her, causing her too lose all control and explode with another orgasm of her own.

Several minutes later, she rolled over to kiss her lover, but he wasn't there. Where had he gone? She sat up in bed, and through the shadows of the room, she saw him sitting in a chair. Seeing she was awake, he came to her and held her semi-naked body against his. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her. She snuggled her body up tightly to him, feeling him grow again. She rolled over and looked at him, with a devilish smile parting her lips. "Wanna go again lover? She asked. Not waiting for him to answer, she rolled him over and started the fire all over again.

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