There he was again. All hard muscles on his gorgeous six foot three broad frame and glistening with perspiration, washing
his precious silver Lexus at his driveway. My lips turned dry and a delicious tremor of excitement ran down my body as I watched
his arm muscles rippled when he leaned across the hood and vigorously soaping it in circular movements. He lifted the water hose
and began to rinse off the foam.Without helping it, I slipped my hand under my tiny blue tank top and began kneading my breasts.
As I caressed myself, my eyes hungrily travelled from John's short dark wavy hair down to his beautiful naked tanned back.
Immediately, my sensitive nipples turned pebbly hard. My gaze continued to move all the way down to John's firm bubble butt clad
in tight blue jeans. That man was built like a stallion, so strong and so virile. The longer I stared at John, the hotter and wilder I felt.
The temperature in my overly hot living room seemed to have gone a few degrees higher. I found myself panting, I needed to cool
down or I would combust spontaneously.
Since my hunky thirty-something neighbor, John Carter, moved in five months ago to the big house next to mine, I had
become a cat in heat. I had been aching to touch that gorgeous hard body of his the moment I laid eyes on him, but the closest I
got to him was a brief greeting when I chanced to see him as he made his way out to work or back. I assumed that John
was a private man, not much of a talker or maybe he wasn't interested in talking to me.
Frankly, I had lost count the number of times that I imagined that verile stud touching me, pleasuring me, sending me
quivering and ready to explode. Dear God, I would give anything just to have one wild passionate night with the illusive hunky
fire-fighter.
I sighed.
Too bad, John was already taken. He had a short busty girlfriend who often stayed over at his place on weekends. It drove
me nuts hearing their moans of pleasure piercing the silence of the nights. They kept me awake, they kept me imagining what they
did to each other in bed. I would be wide awake, every fibre of my body burning and yearning. I had to touch myself, playing
and stroking my swollen clit, and slipping my fingers inside my slippery pussy, pretending that it was John's cock entering and
filling me. I would then climax violently, crying out his name and fell into an erotic dream filled sleep.
Strange, as of late, I hadn't seen his girlfriend, she seemed to have stopped coming by. Maybe she was away on holiday.
Maybe she was dead.
John straightened his body and turned the hose on himself. The sprays of water ran down his sweaty hot body. This time
I didn't hold back my moan and let it out. I felt my aching pussy getting moist and swollen. The urge to touch my pussy was so
strong that I was about to lie down on my couch to put out my own fire when all of a sudden, John turned around and looked
at my window. No, he looked right at me and waved.
I gasped and nearly fainted from embarassement. I wanted to bolt but it was way too late. He was smiling broadly at me,
holding his running hose between his crotch. I squeezed my eyes and moaned again. Heaven help me! The image of a long cock
guzzling with come flashed through my heated mind. John beckoned me to join him.
I stepped out to the driveway with a big smile. “Hi John, it's a hot day today.” Though my voice sounded steady and calm,
inside I was a jumble of nerves and over-raging hormones. I cocked my head and wondered why he was suddenly so friendly
today. It must be the heat doing a number to his head.
“Hello Diana. Yes, it's hot, it's a scorching thirty three degrees. I'm sticky all over and burning.”
John lifted the hose above his head to wet himself again. the water sluiced down his chest, his wash board belly and down
to his crotch. I smiled wickedly and stared at the wet spot. He looked big to me.
Bad, bad girl.
I stuck my hands into my denim shorts and watched John as he swung his head side to side with his mouth open. Water
droplets flew out in all directions. He opened his beautiful corn flower blue eyes and spit out the water from his mouth. God,
what was he trying to do to me? I thought to myself. A public shower display to tempt me further? Stray droplets fell on to
my body, wetting my top. I sucked in my breath. Can't you see that you made me very wet between my legs.
John said with a grin. “Sorry, I don't mean to get you wet, it's just that the heat is too much, I'm still trying to get used to it.”
He looked at me intensely as if it was the first time he had ever seen me.
I stepped closer. I understood that look. He found me attractive. I almost reached out to wipe the water droplets that
sensually rolled down his face. John's gaze moved from my sun-kissed face to the top swell of my full breasts exposed by my
tight tank-top and stayed there.
Men!
I chuckled inwardly. Good, finally I got his attention. I grew bolder and decided to be playful. “Where were you
originally from? Iceland?” I asked in a low teasing voice. From his accent, I knew that he wasn't from Florida. Deliberately,
I took the hose from his hand and wet my top. “This feels delicious,” I said and thrusted my breasts forward. Very quickly,
my wet top clung to my breasts like a second skin. I could feel my nipples poking against the fabric and felt sure John could see
them. I could hear John's quick intake of breath.
“Alaska”, he said, his eyes riveted to my breasts for a few long seconds before averting his eyes.
My mind whirled in top speed as I watched him went to the driver's side and began drying off his car with a soft cloth. I
knew he was embarassed that I caught him staring at my boobs, so I followed him, baiting him to look at me again.
“Nice car you've got. You really take very good care of her. Mind if I sit in the backseat?” I opened the back door and
slided right in before John could say yes.
“Thanks, she's new. I thought I should wash my car, got too much sand from the beach this morning.” John stopped
wiping and watched me through the windshield. I ran my fingers across my wet chest and rested them on my nipples. John
moved to the back door, bent his head and looked in.
“Must be nice to spend the morning at the beach with your girlfriend, so romantic and relaxing,” I said with a soft purr
and swept my long dark hair back over my shoulder. I gave him the come hither look. Fuck me John, right here on the backseat,
I said with my eyes to him.
John's eyes followed as I pushed my tank top straps lower down my shoulders. He shook his head, “No, I was alone.
Christine and I broke up a month ago.”
My heart leaped with joy but immediately chided myself for being so wicked and happy about his break-up. “Oh, I'm
sorry to hear that. You may have my shoulder to cry on if you want to.”
John gave a shrug. “Oh don't be sorry. I should have broken up with her a long time ago.” He paused and then shook
his head. “Everyone said we were the perfect couple but honestly, I've never loved her. I was stupid enough to put up with
that heartless cheating bitch for five years. I thought she would break up with me when I decided to move to Daytona. I guess
I'm just like Samson, unable to stay away from her because of the sex and I kept telling myself she would change. I was so
wrong. But I'm so over her.”
I smiled secretly. Lucky me.
“Sorry, I shouldn't have burden you with my disastrous love life. Are you thirsty? I can't continue polishing my car, it's
way too hot. Would you like to join me for a drink at my backyard?”
I nodded. “Sure. Just lead the way.”
My eyes lit up as soon as we got to his backyard. It was designed to resemble a tropical forest, with lots of large ferns,
small palm trees and complete with a cabana on the patio. A small waterfall was set over the granite rock swimming pool. It
was simply beautiful and a great place for fucking. John excused himself to get us the drinks. I watched as his beautiful back
disappeared from my view. Even with the shade, the air was still and humid. The pool looked inviting and without another
thought, I took off my clothes and dived in.
As soon as I plunged in, I shivered. The water was amazingly cold. But then the coldness and my nakedness made me
feel liberated and alive. I quickly kicked to the surface and swam about leisurely. By then, John was back with our drinks in
his hands. He had changed into a pair of black swimming shorts. I could see the outline of his cock nestling beneath the thin
fabric. Even in its flaccid state, John was big.
John's gaze moved to the tiny pile of clothes and then at me. “I see you have made yourself right at home, Ice Princess.”
He shot me a seductive smile and took a slow sip of his iced cola.
“Ice Princess?” I asked with a frown, none too pleased with the name. No men had ever found me cold and distant. In
fact, my former lovers found me a sex siren in bed. “Why do you call me that?” I asked and swam to the edge.
“I didn't. The guys at the fire-house told me that you owned the ice factory and found you very pretty like a princess, so
they named you that.” Immediately, I felt relieved and flattered. John proceeded to sit down and dangled the cola before him.
The ice cubes clinked noisily against the tall narrow glass. “Thirsty?”
Scoundrel!
John tried to tempt me with the cola to get me out of the pool. It was more of a challenge than just wanting to see me
naked. I refused to take the bait.
“Do you think I'm pretty and sexy?”
John cocked his head and thought for a while. “I can't be sure since I could only see your face and not the rest of your
body. So show me your breasts and I'll let you know.”
Playfully, I splashed him with a sweep of my hand. John darted and laughed. I splashed him again. That movement caused
my breasts to bop up to the surface and John looked at them hungrily.
“Come here if you dare!” he challenged, caressing me with his eyes. He moved to the pool's edge and then darted away
with my clothes. I tried to grab him but failed. I grew both frustrated and hornier.
“Give up, Ice Princess. Call me uncle or you stay in the pool.”
I pouted my lips and swam under the waterfall. I floated on my back and stuck one of my legs up the sky like a synchronize
swimmer. When John moved closer to look, I deliberately gave him a tempting look of my pussy by spreading my legs wide open.
“You can't stay in my pool all day. You'll get prune hands and breasts,” John teased.
“Why don't you join me then?” I said with a soft moan and closed my eyes as I stroked my pussy shamelessly.
John happily shrugged off his swimming shorts and offered me the tempting view of his erect big cock before he dove into
the pool. I let out a squeal when he grabbed my waist under the water. His right hands went up to my left breast and squeezed it
gently. I sucked in my breath when he slipped his other hand between my legs and stroke my pussy back and forth. He let go of
me and surfaced to catch his breath. He swept his wet hair away from his face before drawing me back into his arms to kiss me.
Our mouth and tongue toyed with each other feverishly, hungrily devouring and exploring. He was a damn good kisser. I was
floating, I was burning. I rubbed my breasts sensually against John's chest and purred into his ear. My hand slipped between
our bodies and stroked his throbbing cock. It jerked in my hand excitedly and I moved my fingers from his balls to stroke his
perinum. His cock grew even bigger and heavier.
“Your cock is so...big, I love it,” I said and caressed the big engorged head. John let out a moan and his body trembled
with pleasure. He cupped my face, caressed my cheeks and then kissed me passionately. He broke the kiss and took a deep
breath before he disappeared into the water. He nudged my legs apart. With his tongue, he ran it back and forth my labia lips
like a cat licking honey and milk. God, the sensation was utterly delicious and wicked. I yelped when I felt his teeth nibbling at
my swollen clit.
Pain and pleasure. It felt so wickedly good. John kept sucking, licking and eating me heartily with no regard to come up
for air. My body tingled from head to toe, desperately calling out for release. John shot out of the water and gasped for air.
“It's so good, I want to come,” John whispered into my ear.
“Wrap your legs around my hips, sweetheart, I will make you come till you beg me to stop.”
My heart leaped. I threw my arms around John's neck and wrapped my legs like a vise around his firm hips. “Then take
me now!”
“Not yet, your body is not ready.”
“Yes, I am!” I moaned loudly when John slipped his two fingers into my slippery passage and rubbed my clit with his
thumb. I thrusted myself against him. His fingers delved deeper and deeper, heading for the jackpot G-spot. The moment he
touched that gloriously sensitive spot, I exploded. “Oh John,...yes...yes!” John immediately thrusted up into me.
“All ten inches of him. He was hot, big and exciting. I felt so stretched and full that I was surprised that I could take him
completely. Pleasure intensified as John withdrew almost completely and then thrusted into me again and again, alternating
between short and long strokes. His finger kept rubbing my clit non-stop.
I bucked my hips forward and pressed my clit against his shaft. “Faster and harder, baby. I want you to send me over
the edge!”
John pumped harder. I could feel him pulsing and ready to spill. I stroked his sensitive spot again and again. With a
shout, John threw back his head and shot his creamy hot come inside me. My entire body convulsed and I came till I fell
exhausted and limp in his arms. We held on to each other for a long time, listening to our breathing and rapid heart pounding.
We needn't had to tell how explosive our climax was and that it was the best sex we ever had. John withdrew his cock and
lifted me into his arms.
“Best to get out of the water before we turn into prunes.”
“We are prunes,” I said with a sleepy smile.
John held me like a baby and took me back into his house. With a sigh, I gratefully buried my head on the crook of his
shoulder. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead before depositing me on his big white couch. As he was about to pull away
to get a towel, I drew him down for a kiss. John pressed me down the couch and climbed on top of me. He balanced himself
on his elbows, making sure that his weight didn't crush me. I could feel his cock hard and erect against my thigh.
“I've never become erect again so quickly. You've brought out the animal in me,” John said. With a growl, he parted
my legs and buried his mouth into my quivering flesh, feasting to his heart's content.
I squeezed my eyes and clutched at his dark head. “Yes, yes,” I moaned as he kept licking and sucking. His tongue
slipped deeper into my pussy like the way his cock did. I was hungry to have John's cock in my mouth, so we switched to
the 69 position. I held his hips and kissed the round head. A tiny pearly dew appeared on the tiny wet slit and I flicked my
tongue over it.
“Oooo...lick it and suck it hard,” John said with a moan and slipped his cock into my mouth. I swallowed his entire
hard length. He tasted deliciously hot and salty. I could feel every blue bulging vein on his shaft. In and out I moved my
mouth along his shaft and wickedly flicked my tongue over and over his glistening round head. His cock throbbed and
pulsed with excitement. With my pussy above him, John's hot tongue darted and teased, while his finger rubbed my clit
in maddening circles. The sensation was exquisite and my juice oozed into John's mouth. John moaned huskily, praising
me for each sensual stroke that I gave him. Quickly he flipped me over to the doggie style position. He spreaded my
two cheeks apart and stroke the wet quivering flesh with his fingers and then with his cock. My pussy throbbed excitedly.
“You're extremely sensitive. Do you want me to fuck you?” John said huskily.
“Yes, please. I will go mad if you don't enter me now.”
John held on to my buttock and entered me. There was no gentleness, no mercy. He slammed into me over and
over. My flesh opened and contracted at each stroke. I moaned loudly and clutched his hands that were cupping my
jiggling breasts. I loved that he was like a wild stallion, slamming and pushing into me, giving me both pain and pleasure,
and then pleasure all the way. John's cock was coated with my juice, our juice, our scent and our lust. I was delirious,
I had never fucked so hard in my life. I was so mad with excitement that I felt I was going to explode.
“Not yet, just hold back a while more, I want to come with you!” John commanded.
“I can't, I want to come now.”
Ignoring my plea, John pressed on towards my G-spot. I squeezed my inner muscles and milked him hard. John
moaned louder and thrusted even faster.
“Oh...baby, baby, yes, give it to me! I'm coming! Oh, John, ah....!” I screamed and clutched John tightly as I came
and came. John exploded at the same time and his body shook violently as he emptied himself.
“God damn it, Diana, you're great,” John panted breathlessly into my ear. “I don't think I can walk again.”
I chuckled and wiggled to face him. Holding him gently in my arms, I showered kisses over his sweaty brow and face.
“You're great too, stud.”
John closed his eyes and before long, he was asleep. While he was sleeping, an idea came to my mind. I put on my
clothes and hurried to the driveway. John called out to me a few minutes later. When he failed to find me, he walked by
the connecting door between his house and garage.
“Where are you sweetheart?”
“In here big boy!” I answered huskily.
John padded into the garage naked. He broke into a wide grin when he found me naked and stretched out
seductively on his Lexus' hood.
“I'm burning here, Mr. Fireman, won't you put out my fire?” I purred, touching my breasts before touching my
pussy. John let out a growl and closed the distance between us. I chuckled as I watched his erect cock swung from
side to side. He grabbed my legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. “You're so beautiful and sexy!” he said and then
thrusted fiercely into me.
I let out a moan and gripped him tightly. The car hood was cold and smooth whereas John's body was hard and
hot.
Hot and cold.
Fire and Ice.
My body slided up and down the hood as he pumped into me mindlessly. All the while his hands and mouth
feverishly devouring me. Our climax came fast and furious.
“You are hotter than any fire that I had ever encountered. Promise me that you'll keep burning for me,” John
said hoarsely, stroking my hair lovingly before kissing my breasts.
I smiled and nodded. “I promise to keep it a scorching 541 degrees.” I loved being held in John's arms, I felt loved,
I felt my desire for him stirring again. I lifted my head from his chest and met his gaze. “John, have you ever made love on
top of a fire truck before?”
“No, would you like to try it?”
“You bet. Fire and Ice, all things spice,” John said with a chuckle before he lifted me up to straddle him. “Then
come ride my fire engine.”
