Firemen for Kelly - Sex Stories

Firemen for Kelly

She watched as the orange arms breached her bedroom window. The reality of her situation hadn’t registered in her numb mind and as a dark smoke plume gathered up and drifted into the night sky, she wondered if the wood of her bedframe smelled nice while it was consumed by the fire. Actually, it wouldn’t be just her bedframe. As she thought about it, she realized it would also be her mattress and her dresser and her phone charger and her dresses and silk blouses and the forty or so pairs of shoes she had stuffed in her closet. It was her whole life burning down. A small drip of reality built in the corner of her eye. She sniffled and tried to keep it back but it slid down her cheek. A moment later she wiped at it, the saltiness making it feel crusty on her skin. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Her house was burning down so the whole neighborhood was outside pointing at her, but she felt an odd shiver down her spine as she felt an intent behind their gaze that called to her sixth sense. She searched the crowd and made eye contact with a firefighter. He had just removed his head gear and she noticed his dark, damp hair and the sweat dripping down his face to the small cleft in his chin. As he walked past, she stopped him, “Thank you for trying to save my house.” He paused, “This is your house?” Kelly nodded and was suddenly aware she was standing in the middle of her street in her fuzzy robe and pink slippers. “You should follow me. We’ll get you a blanket and ...

... take your information for the report.” She swallowed. A report? Of course. She would need to file insurance paperwork and… All her insurance documents had been in her house. She nibbled on her bottom lip and she barely noticed as a second tear slid down her cheek. Amber, dressed for a night out in a tight black dress and pink pumps, giggled and deposited a second round of lemonade and vodka on their table. The first round had loosened them up enough that Kelly could feel the stress draining from her body. Ever since the fire, she had felt like a tightly wound ball of rubber bands but now the alcohol made her feel as if someone had pulled the ball apart, freeing the tension. The second drink was to get the night started. Halfway through their drinks, a waitress brought over two more. The two women looked at each other, confused. Amber said, “Um, we didn’t order these.” The waitress smiled and bobbed her head, her shiny brown hair swishing in her ponytail. “I know. The gentleman over at the bar bought this round for you.” The ladies looked over as a tall man in tight blue jeans gave a brief wave and offered a soft smile. Kelly and Amber waved back and Kelly said, “He looks really familiar.” Amber giggled. “Does he? That’s good because he also looks really delicious.” The man walked over and smiled at Kelly. “Hi.” “Um, hi.” The table sat in awkward silence for a moment. The man cleared his throat then said, “I guess it was a pretty crazy night so you might not remember me, but I’m ...