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Old 12-23-2019, 07:55 PM
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In and on a fire engine/water tender. I am a firefighter. Our state has a lot of wild fires and they supplement the forestry service by sending units from local departments up to the fires on "strike teams". The pay is fantastic and we get it on top of our base pay from our department. I like to take a water tender (tank truck that refills engines) because you do not have to do the extra hard boots on the ground work. Usually they send two engineers (basically people that can drive and operate the rig) because the shifts are 24 hours and we can take turns driving. Two days into a 14 day strike team rotation my partner slipped climbing off the tail board and broke his ankle. They were going to pull both of us because they did not have enough engineers to pull another one from our department but I convinced the chief that I would be fine driving by myself if he could send a rookie up to help me pull hose, keep watch and stuff. Chief sent up a female rookie fresh out of the academy. At first I was pissed because I figured that I would have to do all of the heavy work but she (we will call her "N") pulled her weight like a champ.

Two days after she got there, we were on our 12 hour off rotation and went to the base camp for showers and chow. I always sleep in or on my rig rather than in the big tents with everyone else because I want to watch over my rig, be ready to bug out ahead of everyone else in the event of an evac... and I just don't like people. Anyway, I told N she had to stay with the tender too. We were bored and started played a lot of cards. Two nights in she said we should make it interesting and play strip black-jack. Being the senior and in command of the unit I never would have made a move on her and I generally have a no dipping my pen in company ink policy but against my better judgement agreed.* She ended up naked first and as she lost more hands agreed to do favors. Nothing too wild she just gave me a hand job and let me feel her tits.That night she joined me sleeping on the crosslay hose bed (an area between the tank and the cab where the hoses are folded) under the stars. It is not as sexy as it sounds, we both were wearing our wildland pants and jackets but it was nice to have someone to hold.

Our next off rotation was during daylight so nothing happened. We tried to catch some sleep in the cab with bandannas over our faces to block out light and I kept the engine running so we had AC (Hey the Forest Service was paying for the diesel). The following rotation off we skipped the cards and went straight to fooling around. We made out for a while. She sucked me and finished me with her hand and I ate her out. We then hit the sack. The last two nights off we fucked though I had to be careful because I did not have any condoms and she said she was not on birth control and did not know enough about her cycle to go based on that so I pulled out. We fucked a couple times in the cab and once on the hose bed when we were actually on duty at night but waiting for engines to come to us for water. We were about half a mile to a mile from the fireline in a turnout so we would be able to hear well in advance if someone was coming up or down the road.


Driving home we agreed that it was fun but what happened on the strike team had to stay there. I had a family and we were in different places professionally which added to the inappropriateness of it. I was sure it would be weird when we got back but it was not. Neither of us ever talked about it again to each other and there were no weird vibes. It was just a no strings attached, no emotions hookup. The only person I have ever told other than this post is my best friend that I went to college with.


I realized that I never described her which most people do in these stories. She was young, probably 19 or so. She was short and stocky; not fat just solid and strong. She was probably almost as strong as me. I never once heard her complain about any physical stuff or have difficulty with a task which is rare for a female firefighter. She had small boobs (large A or small B) that had almost no sag to them at all. Her hair was short, almost a butch pixie cut. I had always assumed that she was a lesbian and I never heard her talk about a boyfriend or saw her with anyone so who knows she may have been one that crossed over out of boredom. Her legs and pubes were not shaved or trimmed. She is not anywhere close to what I would normally consider my type but under the circumstances she looked pretty damn good.
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