A firefighter's promise

5

"Benjamin you are getting water all down my face and the front of my shirt." Miranda giggled.

"I'm sorry Miranda. I never washed hair before."  He responded trying to get the rest of the bubbles out.

Miranda enjoyed these past few weeks with Ben. He made her life so much easier.  She loved coming home and him arriving. Even though she had the boot and could walk pretty good they were still sleeping in the same bed every night.

He even let her drive one of his cars and she knew for sure she wasn't giving it back. It was the new 2018 BMW X3 suv.


"What's next?" Ben asked from above her.

"The conditioner. In the grey bottle." She informed him.

Ben grabbed the bottle and put some into his hand.

"Mmm this smells good. Like bananas." He commented.

"It's made with bananas." Miranda smiled.

Ben massaged the conditioner into her scalp soothingly and Miranda was content.

He let it sit for a few minutes as the directions listed. After rinsing her hair out. He put a towel around her head and she sat up on the stool.

Miranda dried her hair with the towel and Ben ran his fingers through her curls.

"I like your hair curly." He complimented.

"Thank you." She smiled

"What are you going to do to your hair?"

"Ummm... I'm probably going to put it into a ponytail until I can get it pressed.

"I could try and press it." Ben suggested and Miranda looked up at him raising an eyebrow.

"You ... flat ironing my hair." Miranda said laughing.

"Yeah it shouldn't be too hard. You take pieces and flat iron them." He said sheepishly.

"Okay let's do it. Help me down."

Ben helped her down from the stool and Miranda walked to her room. A few minutes later she came back with hair clips, rubber bands, rattail comb, a towel, hair spray, blow dryer and the flatirons."

His eyes widened what the hell was all of this.

"I see the confusion on your face. I'll explain everything." She told him sitting in the chair.

Ben plugged in the blow dryer and sat it down on the counter. Then he plugged the flatirons in and sat them on top of the towel.

"Okay take my hair and part it into 4's" Miranda said handing him the comb. He did as told and blew her hair dry.

"Make sure its dry. All the way." Miranda stated.

Ben ran his fingers through her hair and it was dry. Miranda instructed him to take three of the clips and clip off three of the sections he made. He did as told and parted the sections that was left and began flat ironing her hair.

"Ben you have to get the roots." She laughed and he gave her a frustrated sigh.

"Miranda these flat irons are hot and you have a lot of hair." He huffed.

"You're a firefighter and your complaining about heat." Miranda chuckled. "You are almost done and you are doing a great job." She praised.

"You're lucky I like you." Ben huffed.

"I like you too , now come on. We have to be on time to Tuck's game."

After about 10 more minutes Ben was done and proud of his work.

Miranda looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. He did a good job.

"Wait." Ben said smiling as she stood up. He grabbed the hair spray for humidity and sprayed some on. "Now I'm done."

"You did so good." She cheered rubbing his abs through his shirt.

The two stared at one another for a while before leaning into each other. When her phone rung.

She quickly jumped back and grabbed it off the counter.

"Hello, yes Tuck. I have your cleats. I will be there before the game starts." Miranda said into the phone.

Ben listened as she talked eventually hanging up.

"You ready?" Ben asked.

"Yes I just need to change my clothes first."

Miranda walked to her room and pulled out something to wear. It was hot outside. So she went with a white shirt, jean shorts, and her white shoes. She sprayed on perfume before putting on lip gloss.

She met Ben at the door and he licked his lips as his eyes traveled up her thick thighs, her hips, to her face. She was a crime and he knew men hell even women would be staring at her.

You look beautiful even with the boot."

"Why thank you." She smiled as he opened the door.

Ben and Miranda arrived at the game and sat in the bleachers together a little ways from her ex husband who kept giving them looks every now and then.

Miranda clapped and cheered for her son as he made goals and passes. She was excited. She didn't get to see him play often, but now she could since she wasn't working as hard. Tuck team won and they went out for a celebratory dinner.  She promised that she would pick him up from his dads house tomorrow and they could go see the station with Ben.

Later that evening Miranda snuggled up to Ben on the couch as they watched a movie. She started feeling hot when the scenes played out. She didn't realized she picked such a graphic movie.

She continued to watched the movie and the main character did oral sex on his girlfriend. She watched as the woman's body shook and then she was out cold.

"That is so dramatic. That can not happen." Miranda announced rolling her eyes at the scene.

Ben looked from the tv to Miranda and gave her a suggestive and seductive look.

"What?" She asked clearing her throat.

"It's possible." Ben said seriously.

"Really?" Miranda stammered.

"Really." Ben confirmed.

Miranda eyes widened as she thought about oral sex in general she didn't do it in her marriage. She had it done with her fling a few years ago, but it wasn't anything to write home about or damn sure fall asleep about.

"Miranda you never had oral sex before?" Ben questioned.

"I have... maybe 3 times. It never did anything for me." Miranda answered honestly and Ben frowned.

Ben was shocked to say the least who ever these men were that she was dealing with sucked.

The two stared at each other for awhile thinking.

"Let me help you out with that." Ben said seriously.

Right now? Miranda's eyes widened.

"Right now." Ben answered.

Miranda nodded her head unable to speak. She wanted to try it , but was he serious about the falling asleep thing.

"Miranda is there anything else that you want to do tonight?" Ben asked seriously.

"Bennn." She whined.

"What Miranda?"

"So your serious about this falling asleep thing."

"Miranda I'm dead serious." Ben laughed "Is there any work you need to get done?"

"No, it's already late. There's nothing else I have to do." She answered nervously.

"Okay let me go get a towel."

"A towel?" She asked shocked.

"Yes if you don't want a stain on your couch." Ben said standing going to get a towel.

Miranda rested her head on the couch she still didn't believe she was going to fall asleep , but his confidence was actually turning her on.

Ben came back with the towel and spread it on the couch.

"You can leave your clothes on or off however you prefer." He told her seriously.

"Okayyy... how much off?"

"You can take this dress off and leave your bra and panties on. I know we are not together yet and I don't want to make you feel obligated.

Miranda nodded and pulled her dress over her head dropping it on the floor.

Ben took a long sweep over her body and licked his lips.

"Jesus." Ben mumbled. "You are beautiful." He complimented.

"Thank you." Miranda blushed.

Ben moved her so she was sitting on top of the towel. Miranda leaned back against the couch as he spread her legs open. He got onto his knees in front of her and placed a kiss onto her panty covered clit.

"Mmumph." Miranda moaned and Ben smiled and moved further down.

He moved his fingers lightly back and forth over the lace wet material. The sheer material at first stuck to her warm vagina lips beneath, but within minutes Miranda got wetter, a lot wetter. The lace became saturated in her juices, becoming super-slick as she soaked the material. Miranda was moaning heavily and pushing her self into his hands.

The panties were tight but full covering all of her. The panties were so thin, he could feel her engorged pussy lips, her short curly pubes, and her wet heat. The wet material was stretchy enough to allow him to gently probe her center with a couple of fingers, the lace sinking slightly into her.

Ben spread her legs further apart and gave them and her thick thighs a nice lick from feet to the edge of her panties. He sucked, licked and kissed her inner thighs. Near her center, but staying away from her core and driving her crazy. He kept teasing her. Ben looked up into her eyes and he could see the desperation in them,  so he moved her panties to the side slightly and gave her pussy a nice lick from bottom to top and then stopped. "You want more Miranda?" he asked. She couldn't speak her words caught in her throat and his breath tickled her wet core.

He licked her again and pushed his tongue into her hole.  Before stopping once again.

"Do you want more?" He asked roughly before licking her again as she continued to moan.

"Yes yes, Oh God Yesss. Take my panties off." Miranda moaned loudly and Ben smirked.
He licked her soaked panties again and the whimper she released made him ache with need. He ran his finger along her seam, pulling her panties off while his tongue circled her clit. Her back arched off the couch some, giving him the perfect opportunity to cup her thick ass; spreading her lips wider with his thumbs. He knew he didn't have much longer to feast because she began grabbing his head with one hand and fisting the arm of the couch with her other.

Ben took one long leisurely lick along each side of her lips; then lightly swirled his tongue around her clit. He took a whispered breath before latching onto her clit for the duration of the spasms now taking over her body.

Her legs went limp over his shoulders, her heart was beating so loudly that he could feel it in his own chest; but he wasn't done. He ran his fingers through her essence before entering a finger into her wet heat. He curled his fingers and gently rubbed her, sweet moans telling him he had the right spot.

Her fingers roughly massaged his head as she whimpered. "Ben, yes. Please, yes."

He picked up his tempo as her chest rose and fell. She was about to cum. Miranda closed her thighs tightly around his head as he sunk deeper between them.

He licked her from her entrance to her clit, his nose pressed against her mound. He removed his fingers and he drew her firm clit into his mouth, sucking it into the roof of his mouth as her body clenched. Miranda hissed, her fingers clinching around his head and pulling him so much deeper into her.

Ben put a hand on both of her knees and held them apart so that she wouldn't suffocate him. He swirled his tongue around her button as he listened to her whimper and moan. Her heels dug into his back and her toes curled as he pleasured her. 

"Benjaminnnnn I’m cumming." She yelled out rocking against him. Her whole body shuddered as she released into his mouth. His mouth never faltered as he licked every drop drawing out her orgasm.

Ben finally looked up at her. Her head was leaned back and eyes close. She was still moaning softly.

Miranda opened her eyes and stared at him. His tongue was tracing his lips. Licking her off of him and she felt more of her juices seep out onto the towel. She was glad he grabbed one.

"Ben that was... God that was..."

"Indescribable." Ben stated.

"Yeah that's the word." She breathed out. Miranda looked at the glint in his eyes and she knew it wasn't over. She groaned when he bent down and sucked on her pulsing clit repeatedly. He began dipping his tongue into her center and she bit her lip.

"Mmmhm." Miranda moaned nodding her head looking down at her breast. Signaling him what she wanted with pleading eyes.

Ben looked up confused as Miranda made the noise again and gestured her head at her breast.

"Miranda I- " Ben started licking her juices off his lips.

Miranda sat up some and undid her bra letting her breast come into view. She took her hands and palmed her full heavy breast and Ben bit his lips. She had beautiful breast and she was down right sexy. This was an image he was trying to burn into his mind.  Miranda's legs spread open, the view of her glistening center, her round perky breast, hard nipples, and biting her bottom lip sensually.

He kissed up her body and then kissed her breast softly causing Miranda to whimper. Ben sucked on her nipple aggressively causing more wetness to seep out.

"Ohhh Ben." Miranda moaned grabbing his head and holding it against her breast.

He slipped his hand back down her body inserting his middle and ring finger while using his thumb to swipe her clit. He switched to her right breast showing it the same attention.

Miranda couldn't take it anymore she pulled his lips from around her breast and brought his face to hers. She kissed him roughly taking her tongue licking the roof of his mouth before sucking and pulling his lips between her teeth.

"Damn Miranda." Ben said before he took control of the kiss and entered his tongue into her mouth kissing her back just as nastily. His fingers never stopped moving in her and she was in heaven.

"Shit." Miranda panted breaking their kiss.

Ben felt Miranda tightening around his fingers signaling she was getting ready to cum again. He sucked on her nipples again and massaged her breast He used his fingers while he feasted on her breast, slowly working her, "Ben. Fuck, I'm so close. Ohhhh." Ben continued his ministrations, Miranda latching onto his biceps and squeezing tightly until, "Yesssssss Damn," she yelled and he felt her release, from his biceps and from her essence now coating his hand. He lifted the two soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked each one like a popsicle.
He moved back down to her throbbing center.

"Ben, Ben, Benjaminnnnn," Miranda had one hand wrapped tightly around his head, the other scratching her finger nails into the couch.

Both of her legs were thrown over his shoulders, one of his hands splayed across her stomach, keeping her in place, while the other pushed at her left thigh, holding her open to him. Her thighs wanted nothing more than to snap shut, to ride out another in a series of endless orgasms he'd coaxed from her since he started. She didn't know how much more she could take, nor what was left in her. Every inch of her was a live wire, every centimeter of exposed flesh was ablaze.

"GOD!" she cried, throwing her head back, spasms crashing over her body in waves. Her eyes fluttered shut and everything went dark. Miranda's whole body shook as he pushed his fingers into her rhythmically. Ben curved his fingers hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami and she was still releasing.

"Shit Ben I'm still cummi- Oh God I don't know what I’m doing." Miranda announced as her juices were flying out of her in streams of liquids. She had never had that happen before, but every time Ben touched her clit more was shooting out with no signs of stopping.

"God what are you doing to me?" She moaned hoarsely as he continued fingering her. Her gut was tired of twisting as he licked and fingered her aggressively.

Ben was in absolute heaven. " The woman was a squirter." He was building her back up for her final gut wrenching orgasm.

"Oooh Ben, please. I feel like I’m going to burst." She moaned thrusting her hips against his fingers and mouth.

Ben's face was pressed against her pussy, tongue lashing furiously. Then she released once again suddenly spurts of liquid squirted out of Miranda and splashed over Ben's face and chin, she continued to fire shots of cum at him as she orgasmed. An ear-piercing shriek, that got higher in pitch escaped from Miranda's mouth until it turned into a silent scream as her climax continued to course through her.

Her body was bucking as her legs clamped tight around his head, pinning him in place.


"Damn." Ben murmured as she released her death grip from around his face and fingers. He looked up at her and she was no longer moving her mouth was parted and head was resting against the couch cushions.

He caressed her legs as he took them off his shoulders. He stood up and went to go get a warm rag. Ben returned and wiped her legs and thighs so they wouldn't be a sticky mess when she woke up in the morning.

Lifting her from the couch and carrying her to her bed. He put a nightgown over her naked frame and put her under the covers.

"Good night" he whispered, she was sated and satisfied.

He trekked to the kitchen, and poured himself a bourbon. The warm amber running through his veins, calming his heightened senses.

He quietly rinsed the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher. Wiping off the counters before turning off the lights. He cleaned the living room back up throwing the soaking wet towel in the laundry room. He had to remember the next time to get two towels. He sauntered back to her bedroom, readying himself for bed after taking a shower.

When he finally got under the covers he drifted off to sleep.