Scott
“Thank you so much for saving me, Mr...”
“Captain Hanneman. But you can just call me Scott.”
“Scott, thank you so much! If you didn't stop the fire when you did, there's no telling what would've happened.”
I know what would've happened. You would've fucking died. That's what happens when you leave a hot stove with oil cooking unattended.
“You're welcome. I'm glad you and your dog are alright.”
“I wish there was some way to thank you. A strong and handsome firefighter like yourself should be rewarded for all your hard work. Here, let me give you my number...”
“That's really not necessary.”
“But, I'd really like to...”
“Miss, I'm glad you're alright. And I appreciate everything you said. But giving me your number isn't necessary. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on someone at the hospital.”
“Oh...kay. Well, if you change your mind, you know where I live.”
Yeah. I know where you live because this is the second time in as many years that you've done something stupid that could've killed you. As I walk out to the rig, I shake my head. Partially because the woman is an idiot and will probably eventually burn her house down. But, also because I just passed up an easy chance to get my dick wet.
Maybe I should've taken her number. She was really hot – both literally, after the kitchen fire, and metaphorically. I don't know what's wrong with me. Women throw themselves at me all the time but they just don't interest me. I don't know what it is. That woman was gorgeous. I would've loved tossing her around in the bedroom, fucking her 'till she couldn't stand up straight. But that's just not what I want.
The problem is, I don't know what the fuck I want. Ever since my wife left, I've been lost. I get hit on by hot women all the time but I just haven't felt that spark with anyone. I'm too old to be going around banging every sexy piece of ass that offers me her number. I want a woman that I can connect with.
My shift finally comes to an end and I can't wait to get home so I can relax. What a crazy day at the station, not that I spent much time in it. The entire shift was just one 911 call after the next. As if it's not hot enough outside already, wearing our protective gear was torturous today. Two of my men had to be treated for heat exhaustion after one of our calls.
Now that my shift's over and I've been to the hospital to check up on my guys, I can finally head home and relax. Maybe I'll take a long, cold shower. Or, better yet, I'll go for a dip in the pool. All I know is that it'll be nice to get out of these clothes and cool off.
Pulling into my driveway, I wonder if Jessica's home. She said she was hanging out with Amy today, but didn't say where. If she's not home, maybe I'll jerk off while thinking about that woman who tried to give me her number. I could get a good fantasy going about me teaching her about fire safety while I plow her from behind.
Well, I guess jerking off will have to wait. As I'm walking from my truck to the front door, I can hear giggling coming from the backyard. Jessica must be back there with Amy.
Her and Amy have been best friends since they were little. Amy grew up next door, just her and her mom. I always felt bad that the girl never knew her father. I guess he split before she was even born. I think that's what happened, anyway. She doesn't really talk about it much.
I've always tried to be like a father to Amy. I know I'm not her father but, in many ways, I'm the closest thing she's got. Whenever I took Jessica out to do different things, I always tried to include Amy as much as I could. Every young girl should have a positive male role model in their life.
Considering she didn't have a father, Amy turned out really well. It was an honor and a privilege to watch her blossom from the little girl she used to be into the charming young woman she is now. I feel the same way about Jessica, of course, but with Amy it's different. She's not my daughter.
Once I get in the house, I take off all the gear that I still have on. I go upstairs into my bedroom and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. It feels so good to get out of my sweaty uniform and into something more comfortable.
My bedroom window overlooks our backyard and I walk over to it to see what my daughter and her friend are up to. When I look out the window, I can't believe my eyes. The girls are laying out in the sun, topless. I know that I shouldn't look and I do my best not to – but I can't help it.
Not only has my daughter's friend matured into a smart, charming young woman – she's also blossomed into a sexy little bombshell. Amy's tits developed early and, as embarrassing as it is to admit it, I've been dying to see them for years. Now that she's an adult, I can't help myself from looking.
My cock starts to grow in my shorts as I eye Amy's flawless young body up and down. Her tits look even more amazing than I'd imagined them. Not just her tits, though. Amy's sun-kissed legs look smooth and the thought of running my hands up and down them makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I reach into my shorts and wrap my fingers around my rapidly-growing dick.
Should I rub one out while thinking about Amy? It wouldn't be the first time. I know that jacking off is the closest I'll ever get to having sex with her. Amy's my daughter's best friend. And, even if she wasn't, I doubt she'd wanna get with an old man like me. It's not like I'm old, old, but much older than her.
“Dad?”
Oh, fuck! Jessica opens her eyes and sees me staring at them through my bedroom window. Good thing she can't see where my hand's at. Both girls sit up and quickly cover their breasts.
“Hey sweetie! Sorry, I wasn't trying to spy on you guys. I just got home from work and was just looking out the window to see what you guys were up to.”
“Hi Mr. Hanneman!” Amy yells, looking up at me.
Covering her breasts with one arm, she smiles and waves with the other. Everything about that young woman is attractive and it drives me a little crazy having her around the house all the time. When she was younger, having her around was no big deal. Even when Amy got into her early teens and started to really develop, being around her didn't affect me. But, now that she's eighteen – a fully grown, perfectly legal young woman – I can't help but look at her differently.
Even her voice turns me on. Amy's voice is ultra-feminine and sometimes when she says my name, I can't help myself from imagining hearing her moan it as I ravage her flawless body. Seeing Amy wave at me, her luscious tits pressed against her chest by the other arm, the sun glistening off her ninety-five percent naked body, and hearing her call my name has my cock standing straight up. I have to resist the urge to start stroking it right then and there.
“Hi Amy!” I yell back. “How are you?”
“I'm good,” she answers. “You must be hot after putting out fires all day. You should come join us in the pool!”
My daughter shakes her head at her friend's suggestion. As much as I'd like to get wet with Amy, I'm sure Jessica would rather me give them their privacy. Besides, I can't go out there right now. Not with my dick standing straight up, anyway!
“I'd love to, but I have a few things I have to take care of in the house. Maybe I'll go for a swim a little later when you guys are done with the pool.”
“What are we doing for dinner tonight, dad?” Jessica asks.
I hadn't really thought about it. All day long, I've been craving buffalo chicken pizza. I'm tired from working all day and it's too hot to be in the kitchen. I could do some grilling, but I'd have to run to the store first because I'm all out of charcoal. I really don't wanna go anywhere. After thinking about it for a few seconds, I make up my mind.
“How's pizza sound?”
“Perfect!” my daughter yells, then turns toward Amy. They talk back and forth for a few seconds, but I can't hear what they're saying. Jessica looks back up at me and says, “Amy's staying for dinner so make sure to order enough for all of us.”
“You want me to order the cheesy bread sticks you like, too, Amy?” I ask.
“Yes, please!” she answers, smiling. “Thank you, Mr. Hanneman. You're the best!”
“You're welcome. One more question, then I'll leave you girls alone. I'm tired and don't feel like going anywhere. Should I have them deliver or do you girls wanna take my truck and go pick it up?”
Again, they talk quietly among themselves for a few seconds.
“We'll go get it,” my daughter says. “We haven't left the house all day. It'll be good to get out for a little while.”
“Okay,” I say. “I'll call it in in a few minutes.”
I take one last look at Amy's barely-clothed body before stepping away from the window. The image of her laying out by the pool topless will surely come in handy before bed when I release some serious pent-up energy. That is, if I can wait that long. Maybe I'll rub one out while the girls go to pick up the food.
Nah, I'll wait. As soon as the girls leave, I think I'm gonna hop in the pool for a quick swim before dinner.