Beyond the Fence

Return of the Ring

"Oh, haha," she typed, "I can still see the tip though."

I had sent her a picture of the top and back of my head while I was in the shower. While I held the phone high and out of the water, I took a few pictures of the water splashing off of my bald head. I sent them to her with the caption, "My wet head".

She had zoomed in and was able to see the tip of my hard shaft peeking out.

Sunday couldn't arrive soon enough. She sent me naughty texts throughout the day. Knowing I would not check my phone until the training was over, she had sent a series of messages, each one a cliffhanger. Some of the messages were innocent and informative, such as, I love you, and could we have dinner on the lanai when I get back. I cherished those messages and saved them. They gave me a sense of belonging, a feeling of purpose, and the realization that I was loved.

The other messages, I, unfortunately, deleted after reading them. She detailed the way she was rubbing herself or the way she wanted to stroke me until she could watch me cum on her chest. I didn't want anyone to read our personal messages over my shoulder or have them on the phone if I had gotten hurt and someone else had to use my phone to notify her.

She had given me blue balls when she had sent me messages before she had gone to bed. Knowing I would be asleep, she sent some of her naughtiest and most explicit messages for me to read when I woke up. A picture accompanied one message and although I wanted to save it, I ended up deleting it in order to show her I respected her wishes of not being seen.

The picture was taken of her chest, from a downward vies. She was wearing one of the old fire-duty shirts I wore when I did work around the house. The shirt had holes, stains, and bleach marks on it but looked absolutely sexy on her. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see one nipple pushing out the fabric and a little bit of the other nipple peeking through a hole. The angle of the picture hinted, by the show of her legs, that she may not have been wearing panties.

"I deleted the picture," I had texted her, "I didn't want to, but I love you and want you to trust me."

"I do trust you," she replied, "I have saved pictures and a few videos on a flash drive for you to see when you get back to me. I love yooooouuuuuuuu!"

When Sunday morning arrived, I sent texts, and emails, and made phone calls to make sure everything was ready for my arrival. Sarah said she was excited and couldn't wait. She also said Chrissy was clueless about the plans and Lisa had no idea what was going on, so, there was no need to worry about her blabbing.

I knew I could trust the guys in the fire department. My old captain had helped with the logistics and timing so I knew that part of my plan would run seamlessly. Once my plane landed and I retrieved my luggage, I was taken to my old firehouse. It felt like I was visiting my childhood home years after I had moved away. The crews gave me hugs and welcomed me like the family we were.

Five minutes before we were to head to my house, I texted Sarah to see if Chrissy was still home and would be there when I arrived.

"Yup," she messaged back, "I told her not to go anywhere because I wanted her to go to the store with me later. Lame, I know, but it worked."

The plan could not have gone any better. My old Captain received approval to mark the Engine and Ladder from his station out of service. I rode in the Ladder, my old truck, with lights on and sirens blaring. The Engine stopped in front of Chrissy's house and the Ladder stopped in front of mine. The Engine guys pulled a hose line off of the back of the engine and began to create loops on the ground. While they were pulling the hose, my old Captain and a back stepper entered my house through the front door.

As part of the preparation, I had an off-duty firefighter stealthily go to my house, unlock the front door, and place a small package on the table.

I was watching everything unfold as I hid behind the ladder truck. Chrissy, Sarah, and Lisa were standing outside and watching the scene.

"What's going on," I heard Sarah ask, "Lee isn't home. What's happening?"

I smiled as I watched her acting ability suck Chrissy into the situation. I knew Chrissy wouldn't be worried about me because she knew I wasn't in the house. Sarah was able to position Chrissy in the exact spot I wanted her to be in for the rest of the plan. Once she was in position, I saw Chrissy pull out her phone and begin texting.

"Lee," she typed, "Where are you? The fire department is here and they just went into your house. I don't see a fire. Hurry up and get here."

"On my way," I typed back, "Remember that I love you."

I could see her in profile and noticed her brow wrinkle as she read my message. She was obviously confused at me telling her to remember that I loved her. Her thumbs began to type on her screen again then stopped when the Captain exited the house with the small package, walked over to Chrissy, and handed it to her.

Once the package was in her hands, I stepped around the corner, stood in the back of her, and told her to open the package.

She jumped a little at my voice before she turned around.

"What's going on, Lee," she asked, "Why did he give this to me."

"Open it, honey," I said softly, "remember that I love you."

She opened it and began sobbing. I had a friend create a modified shadow box that contained the ring her dad had given her, a couple of pictures of the two of them together, and a note he had written her telling her how proud he was of her and who she was.

I lowered myself to one knee, held out a small box, opened it, and asked her to marry me.

"Oh, Lee," she cried, "Yes."

Her crying returned to sobbing after she examined the ring once it was on her finger.

I had another friend of mine, that was an expert at 3-D printing, make a scan then a wedding ring that had a small reproduction of the ring her dad had given her as a decorative design. The diamond was the centerpiece with the design of the ring circling. After he rendered the 3-D printing, I took it to a jeweler and had it made into a wedding set.

Fortunately, she wasn't mad at me for taking her ring and not being honest with her about its location. She did say she owed me one for that, but it would come later. Sarah approached and hugged Chrissy and admired the ring while Lisa was standing to the side, arms crossed, and with a very upset look on her face.