Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 75

Kelvin's Point of View Keys, check.

Phone, check.

Wallet, check.

Clean bed sheets, check Condom, check.

Not that I am expecting to make sweet love to Joanne tonight, but if the opportunity presents itself, then it pays to be prepared. I take a look in the hallway mirror, the Asian fusion place is smart casual, so I put a pair of jeans on with black V-neck t-shirt, that is tight around my arm muscles, and chest, which are still in good form, even if I do say so myself. I will, however, ignore the middle age spread that once had a 6 pack, but now has a small rounded single pack. To be fair, I am still very fit, you have to be for the job, but age does what age does, and spending more time sitting behind a desk than in my younger days doesn't help.

I chuckle to myself, when I remember Joanne wondering why I wanted to take her out, and informing me of her big knickers, I know the ones she means, my ex-wife wore them all the time, maybe I could do with a pair myself. I shake my head, with a chuckle, pushing that insecurity out of my mind, before it takes root.

Double checking the time on my black apple watch, I grab my jacket, the weather is finally getting a little cooler at night. I never thought I would welcome the bite of the northeast sea breeze, but I have to admit, it is a welcome relief after the weeks of weather that us brits are just not prepared for. Mind, we complain no matter what the weather is, it is a national pass time.

As I walk to the car, I feel my heart pick up its rhythm, and I have to admit, as unmanly as it sounds, I am feeling a high degree of trepidation. I have liked this woman for a long time, not knowing why she would practically run to the other side of the room whenever I approached, it was only hearing her comment at the family fun day that gave me hope, and well, I just hope I don't blow it.

It has been a long while since I last felt the softness of a woman's skin under my fingers, so I am hoping I can keep myself in check, and not push too hard, too fast, because, irrespective of s*x or no s*x, I have the upmost respect for Joanne, and want this to go somewhere other than a few dates. But, yeah, s*x would be a most welcome bonus.

I pull up outside her home, then get out of the car, her nosy neighbour across the street is peaking out of her window, the curtain twitching, resisting the urge to wave my middle finger at the woman, letting her know that I have spotted her spying on us, and give her something to really gossip about, I make my way up the short path to the front door.

I knock with purpose, if that is such a thing, you know a strong knock, that gives off confidence, but not so loud that it sounds like the local plods are raiding you. Not sure if I have the knock on the door, as I want it, and really not sure why I am worried about how a knock comes across... yeah, I am more nervous than I thought.

The door opens, and literally I am struck dumb, her dark hair, hangs down her shoulders, in soft waves, the light blue dress, plunges, deep at the neckline, exposing those two big bundles of fun, and I am overcome with the urge to place my head between them, and give them a good motorboat.

Who. Am. I?

Bloody hell, I am a respectable man, her son's boss, her boss, I have always been serious, but suddenly the need to be a little crazy and have fun takes over. She kind of brings out the crazy side of my personality, I thought I had lost many years ago, when life became serious and far to adult.

Tearing my stare away from her more than ample cleavage, I scan the rest of her beautiful body. Yeah, you can keep your stick thin models, I love something to grab hold of! Joanne here is absolutely perfect.

"Man girl, you are looking fine," I say, nodding my approval.

s**t, in my embarrassment, I have turned into Wayne, with a fake American accent.

Joanne throws her head back and laughs.

"Alright Steve." She laughs

I frown at her, who the f**k is Steve? The voice in my head shouts.

Seeing my confusion, Joanne laughs again.

"Oh, American talk show host, and comedian, cannot remember his surname, but Steve, he pops up on my social media feed, funny videos. He gives advice to women, about what to do with their husbands, boyfriends, and stuff," Joanne rambles slightly, and I find it totally adorable.

"Ah, I think I know who you mean." I smile, it is not a total lie, I do think I know but it is not something I have taken much notice off.

"Well, let's get going." I smile, as she locks her door, then steps out in front of me, giving me the opportunity to place my hand on the small of her back and guide her down the path.

"Oh, there she is, nosy Nora over the road, twitching away behind her curtains, guess this will be the talk of the street tomorrow." Joanne laughs.

"I was going to wave when I got out the car." I admit, leaving out the fact I wanted to wave just one finger, the middle one.

Joanne turns with a wide smile her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Let's do it." She giggles.

"On the count of three," I tell her.

After counting to three I wave my whole hand to 'nosy Nora', then turn to laugh with Joanne only to see that she is flipping her the bird with a big sarcastic grin on her face. The curtains immediately stop twitching, as Joanne throws her head back laughing. "Sorry, but she is always poking her nose into peoples' business." Joanne smiles and looks embarrassed that I caught her flipping the bird to her neighbour.

"I can see I am going to have my hands full with you." I laugh at her, opening the passenger door to my car, as she gets in, then slightly winces as her bum hits the seat. "Sorry, I know you are a very refined gentleman." Joanne blushes.

"You mean boring old sod? Yes, you are right, but I find your free personality refreshing and it is bringing a side out of me that I though was long gone. I like it, plus would it really shock you that I really wanted to flip her the bird when I arrived" I grin at her reassuring her.

"Well, boring young sod, after all you are just a babe compared to me, and well, if you wanted to do that, you are not as boring as I thought." Joanne laughs, only this time she is having a fun quip, and I do not sense any self-deprecation, which makes me happy. "Oh, so I am a BABE, am I?" I laugh, as Joanne smirks at me, giving a low laugh shaking her head.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you." Joanne laughs, excitedly, and I cannot stop chuckling at her.

"Not to talk shop, but I had a call today," she tells me, a look of mischief in her eye once more.

"Erm, okay, who was ringing you on a Sunday and at home about work?" I ask, ready to tear a new arsehole into whoever did that to her on a day off.

Joanne smiles at my annoyance, shaking her head.

"Calm down, it wasn't anyone who works at the fires station, it was Twinkles' Mrs." She smiles, but I do not miss the hiss when she mentions that woman.

"What did she want?" I ask, knowing it probably wasn't anything good, the woman was a nightmare. I once had to give her a piece of my mind a year or so ago, when she was ringing me to complain about her husband having to do his job, it was every other day. "Oh, for me to refuse to allow him to do over time." She laughs.

"I think he does it to stay away from her," I say, the words out of my mouth before I can put my normal professional mask back on. But there is nothing in me that wants to hide behind a mask, not with this amazing woman beside me.

"Probably, not sure why he is agreeing to go parttime." Joanne shrugs. "Don't get me wrong, I am happy he is, for Cal, but yeah, it is all a bit strange. Anyway, I digress... yeah, she was booting off down the phone, saying I have no right to allow her husband to do an extra shift," she tells me.

Annoyance washes over me, not at Joanne but at Twinkles' wife.

"I hope you don't mind, but I politely told her to f**k off." Joanne shrugs, and I immediately throw my head back laughing.

"So how did you 'Politely' do that." I chuckle.

"I told her that I was not working, that she was contacting me on a personal mobile, also that it is against GDPR and HR policy to talk about members of staff shift patterns, and requests to do overtime to people who did not work in the brigade... then I hung up and blocked her number." Joanne shrugs.

I throw my head back and bellow with laughter, yes that was a very polite 'f**k off,' I have to agree.

We head into the restaurant, ordering our food, the conversation is easy, funny and sometimes more than a little crazy and I am loving every single second of it. All too soon, I am paying the bill, and wishing that the night could continue. However, the hot weather has now changed, and a massive thunderstorm, and deluge of rain is over us, so I quickly get my jacket, and throw it over both our heads as we hightail it out of the restaurant, down the path, over the road, which is now running like a river, to the car park, and quickly get us both inside.

Joanne is laughing hard, as she gives herself a small shake, her hair drenched through, even after that short distance, the soft waves, now hang limply, the material of her blue dress clings tighter to her, almost becoming transparent, and hot damn she has never looked so sexy to me as she does right in the moment.

I cannot help myself, as I lean over and place my lips on hers, as soon as I do, I am ram rod hard, as her soft mouth moulds against my own. My hand run up her back as I fist her wet hair into my large hand, and she lets out a soft moan. Something primal takes over both of us, as the windows begin to steam up, from the heavy pants between the punishing kisses, my hand traces down her body, I have thrown all caution to the wind, as she moans, and gyrates her body against me, both of us lost in this world of pure pleasure, and teenage type horniness. Her soaked dress has bunched up, showing ample thigh during our hot passionate embrace, and I cannot stop my fingers from move up her leg, as I groan into her mouth, forgetting we are in a car, in a carpark, at the busy beach, in the middle of a storm. My fingers trail higher and higher as Joanne lets out another soft moan, pushing herself into me.

Suddenly she freezes, her eyes wide, she pulls away.

"s**t, sorry Joanne, I pushed too far, sorry," I tell her, feeling like an i***t, she deserved better than this, and my desire for her has probably caused me to blow it.

"No, no, it is okay, it is not you it is me." She shakes her head, her lips swollen from my kisses, her cheeks adorably flushed.

"I am sorry Joanne, I just got carried away. Please, I do respect you," I try to reassure her, really wanting to kick myself for the lack of self-control.

"Oh, so did I, lose control, but that is not the problem, seriously, it is not what you did, just a realisation of something I did earlier," Joanne said, suddenly looking down blushing bright red.

I frown at her, as she is talking in riddles. She takes a breath and lets out a long sigh before looking up at me biting her bottom lip, and I just know, there is a story, and probably a funny one coming.

"Okay this is really embarrassing, but I may have had an accident with some hair removal cream, and left it on too long, and let's just say, it is not pretty down there at the moment," she tells me, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

I throw my head back and laugh, my daughter had done something similar a few years ago, my ex-wife had to deal with it, and apparently it was not pleasant. I then take hold of Joanne and pull her into my chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Ah I see, my daughter once did that, her mother had to help her, was not nice apparently. How about we head home, get out of these wet clothes." I smile.

"There will be no getting out of clothes happening, not with the burning-bush-of-biblical-proportions going on." She laughs, and I cannot help but laugh with her, damn there is no woman on earth as crazy and funny, as she is. "Maybe I could help put out the burn with my fireman's hose." I chuckle.

"Oh, you did not just do a fireman's hose joke." Joanne throws her head back laughing so hard she is crying.

"Hey, you mentioned a burning bush," I defend myself laughing, as I start the car, and we drive, I automatically take her to my place, and I know there will be zero s*x going on, but I'll be damned if I want this night to end, because just being with this woman makes me feel alive, and happy, even just to sit and talk to her for the rest of the night would be the biggest blessing I have had since my grandson Moses was born.