by Anna Heskin
The ambulance brought me to the entrance of the emergency room. “I don’t think I feel bad enough to be here,” I said.
“We’ll do a brain scan. You were without oxygen for a short period. Your shoulders need to be x-rayed, and we’ll get you cleaned up,” a paramedic said as they wheeled me down a hallway, with Justin following.
The nurses set me up in my own private room. “Let’s get you in the shower, sweetheart. No worries, I’ll help,” a tall, strong nurse said as she removed my shoes.
“What about these clothes?” I had on my favorite comfortable hiking clothes.
“They look ruined,” Justin said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you new ones right now so they’re ready when you leave.”
I watched his ass walk out of my room. How I had any horny thoughts left that day was beyond me.
No sense of indecency came with being showered by the nurse. All I wanted was to feel clean. She had to do most of the washing, as my arms and shoulders were too sore.
The scans and x-rays all came back negative. “You’re lucky,” the doctor told me no less than twenty times. It wasn’t luck; it was Justin.
Two detectives arrived at my room the same moment Justin returned with a stack of clothes from a nearby sporting goods store.
Justin stood next to my bed with his 6 foot, one-inch muscular frame. “I got you several choices,” he said, laying out a bagful of expensive technical shirts and pants. “You can’t go home in that blue gown.”
“Damn,” I smiled. “I hoped to buy ten more of these for my wardrobe.”
Justin laughed. His voice and smile made warm vibes spread throughout my body.
The police spent thirty minutes questioning Justin and me together, getting both our perspectives on what happened at the school. When it came time for Justin to explain his actions, he used vague terms like “subdued the subject”. I wanted to hear all the details from him later.
My doctor reentered the room. “Rachel, I forgot to tell you—we’ll need you to stay here several more hours for observation. Just in case.”
“That’s fine,” I said, hoping Justin would stay to keep me company. My sister was vacationing with her hot firefighter in Europe. I didn’t want to call and upset her with what happened. She’d get on the first flight back to the states, which I didn’t want. “How am I getting home? My car is at the school and I’m not sure I can drive with Frankenstein arms.” I also didn’t want to upset any of my girlfriends. They’d hear about everything soon enough.
“We can give you a lift,” an officer said.
Justin gave him side-eye. Was that a jealous glare?
The officer continued, “even though Trevor Zientek wasn’t at the scene, we can’t be for sure yet if he was involved in the planning. We can have someone watch your home for a while if you wish.”
“I’ll do it,” Justin said.
The officer looked taken back. “Captain, are you sure?”
“Yes. I’ll keep her safe.” His words vibrated between my legs. Why am I turned on right now?
“Fine. But if you leave her alone, let us know first,” the cop said.
“I won’t abandon her,” Justin said. “I need to go take care of a couple of things at the fire station right now. Call me the minute she’s released and you take her home, and give me the address.”
“Will do,” the policeman said.
“Rachel—is it okay with you if I watch your place tonight?” Justin asked.
“Of course,” I said. I didn’t quite grasp the enormity of the danger I faced earlier but it felt wonderful to be protected by Justin.
“I’ll bring dinner for you,” Justin said. He kissed me on the forehead, then left the room.
What the hell is happening around me today?
4
Justin
The way my schedule lined up, I only needed to take two vacation days to get the next week off. I arranged with my chief to take time away to tend to Rachel’s needs. I didn’t tell anyone I was taking leave to protect a woman I just met.
From Rachel’s athletic figure and the clothes she wore, I guessed she shared my love of healthy food. After I got the call from the police informing me Rachel was getting released from the hospital, I picked up three kinds of salad and several rolls of sushi from my favorite Japanese place in Denver.
Rachel’s address was in a different area than my fire station served, but it didn’t take long to get there. With sacks of food in hand, I rang the doorbell.
The angel answered the door wearing the clothes I bought earlier in the day. “Hi,” I said. Rachel’s beauty made it difficult to form a more complex greeting.
“Hey,” Rachel said, with a slight hint of a blush in her cheeks. “What sort of food offering did you bring?”
“Exotic gifts from Asia,” I said as she let me in the door.
“Please, excuse my bare house,” Rachel said as I entered the living room. She had no couch. A television stand was the only furniture in the room.
“Are you a minimalist?” I asked.
“My sister, Ali, moved out and I took over the mortgage. Most of the furniture belonged to her. By the way—do you know of a Chief Holloway?”
“I met him once at a conference. I’ve heard great things,” I said.
“That’s who she’s with. It’s a long, crazy story. They met and fell in love as teenagers, lost touch, and reunited when she shared cupcakes with the nearest fire house.”
“That’s incredible,” I said. Not as incredible as the woman sitting on the floor in front of me. My cock threatened to grow into a full-blown erection at any moment.
“What about you, Justin? Are you married?”
“No, I’m divorced. Got chained to my daughter’s mother when we were 21. It didn’t last long.”
“Does your daughter live nearby?”
“Yes, she’s been taking photography classes at UC Denver,” I said.
“So, you have a daughter in college. That makes you how old?”
“Forty-two,” I said. “What about you? Is there a man in your life?”
“No.” Rachel laughed. “I keep telling my sister to find me a firefighter too.”
“Here I am,” I said. Inside, I wasn’t laughing. I wanted to make Rachel mine.
Rachel smiled and scarfed down a couple pieces of sushi. “I’m 26,” she said. “Plenty of time to settle down.”
Although her age was closer to that of my daughter, Rachel’s life experiences made her seem nearer to my maturity. My attention went to Rachel’s mouth, the way she smiled, laughed, and slid the chopsticks near her lips—it made me think nasty thoughts. Things I wasn’t brought there to do. My mission was to keep her safe.
“Rachel, how are you holding up after what happened today?” I asked.
“I’m dealing okay. The school has an incredible therapist on retainer. If needed, I can see her.”
“Good. I want you taken care of.”
I detected a smile on Rachel’s lips as she fished the last piece of spicy tuna out of the container. “Justin? Why are you here?”
“To protect you,” I said.
“The police would’ve done that. Why did you volunteer?”
“I’m interested in you, Rachel.”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as her first attempt at a response ended in a squeak. “Does this happen a lot? I imagine you and a lot of women being drawn to each other.”
“I’ve never taken to a woman on the scene of a job,” I said. “In recent years, I’ve focused on my career and helping my daughter succeed.”
“Why me?” Rachel asked.
“I can’t explain that,” I said, almost expecting her to kick me out of her house. My intention to protect her seemed pure enough but if she threw herself at me, I wouldn’t hesitate to give her everything I had.
“Thank you,” she said. As the tail end of a shrimp tempura distracted me, Rachel gave my cheek a quick peck. Her soft young lips left a surge of electricity that
traveled down my spine while my cock grew to its full length.
I shifted my hips, hoping she didn’t notice how turned on I got. I didn’t want to scare her and get kicked out of the house, making it more difficult to protect her.
“What did you do to that guy after I blacked out?” Rachel asked. It surprised me she seemed so willing to relive the incident.
“Let’s just say he’ll be cuffed to a hospital bed for a long time,” I said.
“You messed the bastard up pretty good?”
“Yes. I’ve never been so pissed in my life. I couldn’t believe someone would want to hurt you,” I said. The veins in my arms and neck tensed. “I didn’t like the urge to kill another human. I’d never experienced that. It’s uncomfortable. Can we change the subject?”
Rachel’s mouth hung open and her hand was over her heart. “All that for me.” She shook her head back and forth, then cleared her throat. “Sure, we can talk about something else. What made you become a firefighter?”
“My uncle died at ground zero on 9/11. I felt inspired to go into training shortly thereafter,” I said.
“Sorry to hear that,” Rachel said.
“We weren’t close but he and his fallen colleagues inspired me. What about you? What made you go into teaching?”
“Nothing that noble,” Rachel said. “I guess I’ve always been good with children. Most of all, I think I like the summers off so I can do a lot of mountain climbing.”
“No shit?” I said, “Maybe we can go together sometime.”
Rachel winced as she tried to move her arm over her head. “After my shoulders heal. I couldn’t do much more than climb into bed right now.”
Damn. I’d love to help her climb into bed.
“How’d you get into those clothes with your injuries?” I asked.
“The nurse wrestled them on.”
The wheels turned in my head. Either Rachel would have to wear the same clothes until she regained mobility, or she’d have to get help.
“What now?” I asked as I gathered the trash from dinner.
Rachel turned her nose toward her hair, sniffed, and frowned. “Do you know a way to get this gas smell out of here for good? The nurse did a good job, but the odor lingers.”
“I’ve heard dish detergent can help. I remember seeing them clean ducks with it after an oil spill,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” Rachel said. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t raise my arms enough to wash my hair.”
“I’ll help you,” I said.
Rachel hesitated. “I don’t have a sink big enough.”
“Do you have a shower?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“There you go.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ve been around long enough. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” That was only a half truth. I’d never seen anyone like Rachel.
“Okay,” she said. “But it’s only to wash my hair. This isn’t the start of a porno movie.”
“I’m here to serve and protect you,” I said. “Whatever that means to you.”
“I’ll start the water,” Rachel said. “Grab the soap from the sink then meet me down the hall.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat as my cock pointed the way to the kitchen.
5
Rachel
Do I really like this hunk or are my feelings because he saved my life today? I can’t believe I’m letting him into my bathroom.
My second bathroom featured a huge walk-in shower. The lack of doors or curtains in the open space coordinated well with the unintentional minimalistic look.
The only motion I had trouble with was moving my arms upward. I pushed my pants to the floor and stepped out of them the moment Justin arrived with the dishwashing liquid.
Justin’s eyes grew wide as he looked me up and down. At that moment, I realized I had no panties on. The clothes he brought me at the hospital didn’t include a bra or underwear.
A nervous smile crossed my lips as I covered myself with my hands. At least I trimmed my landing strip yesterday.
As if sensing my hesitation, Justin stepped forward. “No worries, Rachel. I can keep this professional.”
My shoulders relaxed a bit. “Professional? Your profession would just hose me down.”
“A woman like you deserves royal treatment,” Justin said.
For someone I just met, he made me feel safe. I let my hands fall to my sides. “Can you take my top off for me?”
Justin’s big, strong hands took hold of the bottom of my shirt. With a slow gentle motion he pulled it up to my neck. My nipples were already hard when his skin brushed against them as he worked the shirt. I could tell he was having a hard time keeping composed.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes. Let’s slide each sleeve down the arm one at a time to not upset your shoulders.” Justin maneuvered the stretchy material and removed the shirt without me having to raise my arms overhead.
As I turned away from Justin to turn on the shower, I was already wet between the legs. Even though he was being a gentleman and wanted to keep it professional, I felt a rush from being exposed.
When the water reached a comfortable temperature, I stepped inside the spray. I closed my eyes and spun around a few times, getting everything soaked. “Well, get over here and wash my hair,” I said.
I blinked my eyes open and noticed Justin’s face had quite the blush. The look on his face said he’d never seen a naked woman, but I knew that wasn’t true. “I don’t want to get my clothes wet. I should take off my shirt.”
My pussy began to swell. “Um, yeah, you should. Better keep that dry. I don’t own anything that would fit you.”
Justin threw his dark blue t-shirt in the corner in one swift move. His healthy shoulders were wide and beefy, his chest god-like. He stepped into the shower then jumped back when he heard the spray hitting his jeans. “I need to take the rest of this off.”
I tried to swallow as my mouth turned dry. “Yes, do that,” I said. “Unless you want to wear a towel loincloth.”
Justin didn’t show any self-consciousness as he pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs. His hard cock bounced up and down as he stepped forward into the shower.
Why did I think this was a good idea? I don’t know if I can handle this.
“You’re so beautiful,” Justin said.
“Professional,” I reminded him.
“Of course.”
Justin leaned into me and sniffed my wet hair. “Yep, still smells of gasoline.” The tip of his long hard cock grazed against my back, causing Justin to take a half step away from me.
This is pure torture. He’s hard. I’m wet.
Justin poured a healthy amount of dish soap into his palms then worked it into the ends of my hair. His firm fingertips sudsed up my entire head, starting at the bottom and working his way up to my scalp. As he dug around the back of my neck, the tingles were unbearable.
“Let’s rinse that out, then repeat another round,” Justin said.
Yes, please.
Justin repeated the entire process in slow motion. His warm, slippery cock brushed against me a few more times and each time, he leaned away from it, trying to keep it professional. His slippery hands on my neck sent waves of pleasure down my entire body. He couldn’t tell from his vantage point, but several times I caught my finger touching my clit. The tension threatened to make me lose control.
“Your skin still has a faint scent of gas,” Justin said. He grabbed my loofah and body wash. “You can get everything below the neck since you won’t have to raise your arms.”
I turned my face toward his. “No. I want you to do it all.” Professionalism be damned. I needed the man’s attention all over my body.
“If you insist,” Justin said as he lathered up the shower sponge and started on my shoulders. He placed one hand firmly above my hips as he soaped my back.
“Justin,” I moaned. I placed one hand over his hand on my hip and re
ached back with my other hand and pulled him close. His wet cock slid along my back. The heat of it pressed against me made all inhibitions leave the room.
“Oh, Rachel,” Justin whispered in my ear as he continued to lather my body. His hips began to thrust up and down, sliding his cock along the smooth skin of my lower back.
“I’m safe with you, Justin,” I said. He continued to rub his wet cock and balls against my ass and back as his hands reached around and grabbed my tits. Somehow, he continued to use the loofah all over my upper body. The smell of vanilla and citrus replaced that of gasoline in the steamy shower.
“Don’t forget to get my pussy too,” I moaned. Justin brought his hand lower while his hips continued gyrating behind me. He kissed my neck softly as he threw the bath sponge aside, bringing his bare fingers to my clit.
“Your body feels so fucking good,” Justin said as he hunched lower, giving his hand better access to stimulate me. His cock slid up and down between my ass cheeks, causing a fire rivaled only by the heat between my legs.
“That’s it. Rub right there,” I pleaded. Justin found the perfect rhythm, destroying my clit while rubbing his cock along my skin. As my orgasm approached, both of my hands grabbed his fingers and pressed hard. With one final scream, the tension exploded and spasms rocked my body.
Justin’s hand released off my pussy and he pulled me closer with both arms. The massive cords in his arms tensed as his warm cum slid down my lower back. “Oh Rachel,” he moaned several times as his cock twitched against my wet skin.
I turned around to face Justin, allowing the water to clean my back. After a quick glance into each other’s eyes, he brought his delicious lips down to mine. As he delivered a slow, sensual kiss, I wanted to bring my arms around his neck but couldn’t, so I rested my hands on his muscular round ass as we kissed for several minutes.
The fear from earlier in the day gave way to a feeling of safety and longing. Is this real, or a product of what we went through today?
Justin grabbed a couple fluffy towels and dried off both of us. He played the role of gentle protector as I enjoyed being pampered.
After helping me put on a bath robe, Justin put his clothes back on. “Do you want some tea?” I asked.
