Fined by the Fire Department, a Lesson – Part1
It’s easy to forget that there are cameras everywhere. Even when you think you have looked to see if there are any visible lenses, you will miss some. This is a true story of how I thought an old elevator wouldn’t have any cameras, until the local fire department showed up and taught me a lesson. I was fined. They saw more than they bargained for. I got everything I wanted and more.
It Begins in the Elevator
How does one get fined by the Fire Department? Causing an elevator to jam and trigger an emergency call to the Fire Department is one way. Pushing the button on the old elevator to take me to the top floor, I realized there were new walls made of mirrored panels. The old iron was still prominent in front of them, but the mirrors made the elevator seem a little bigger.
I loved the feel of the old iron hold bar against the back of the elevator wall. It was cold and black, and I imagined how many people have held onto it these same bars over the past 100 years. The old sconces were still lit on the door wall, and the ceiling still had the original very ornate light fixture hanging from it. It was strange being in an empty elevator, but it was after 6pm, and I was going to pick up a friend for dinner.
Trouble in the Office
Ben met me at the elevator door and brought me back to his office. The large floor to ceiling windows overlooked the Providence river, and I could see the boatmen setting up the wood for the evenings water-fire event were hard at work. Did they ever get fined by the Fire Department? I wondered how many girls Ben had pinned up against that window naked. I felt a twinge of jealousy. Suddenly, I wanted to be naked against those windows.
We were going to go get something to eat, but Ben had suggested we stay a few minutes and have a drink. As I sat down on the couch in his office with a glass of tequila in my hand, he started to undress. I didn’t want to seem like a prude, so I played it off. Then I reminded him that the restaurant required clothes to get in. He smiled, flexed his pecks and came towards me, posing. At first I thought he was just being a goofball, and even though it was sexy, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The Fun Started
He was getting closer, faster – still dancing and stripping. As Ben stood in front of me, still flexing and posing, I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He got my attention. I took a quick sip and put my glass down. My hand was hungry to grab that bulge in front of me. At first I thought that he was just teasing and being playful. But then Ben pumped his crotch off my face and told me that he had been waiting to get me alone and now that we were going to play.
Within seconds, Ben had my top off, and my tits hanging out of my bra. I pulled down his Jockeys and squeezed his hard cock between my cleavage. My mouth was watering as I stuck my tongue out to taste the head of his dick. I was deliberate in the way I was swirling it around that torpedo head. So smooth and tight, it felt good against my lips. I decided to tease it a little, kissing it, sliding the tip of my tongue from the base to the top while looking up at Ben’s reaction. He was holding back on grabbing my head. I wished he hadn’t.
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