Dear Ubergirl Magazine... (short scene; NSFW)

Dear, Ubergirl Magazine,

It happened to me. Only in broad daylight and with 22 (jealous) witnesses. My mates may never let me hear the end of it.

“Give me everything you’ve got,” the goddess smiled at me, and I was instantly hard. The others had stayed in the firehouse, looking on from the secrecy of the dorms. Fools.

So I turned the big pumps on full blast like she asked, the hard stream lancing out hundreds of feet across the work yard, like a water cannon you’d use for riot control. Then, swear to God, she floated right up off the ground beside the stream maybe twelve, fifteen feet of air under her sandaled feet. She slid sideways into it, taking the full blast on her taut, trim belly... Instantly the white, nearly diaphanous robes she was wearing like some kind of Greek angel were plastered to her flesh, wet sails caught in the wind of the hose. Transparent now and revealing everything. Water as focused as a laser blasted across the smoothest, most beautiful pale skin I’d ever seen. Her hair – a rich wild red bound close to her skull – turned an even darker shade in the water. She arched her back, leaning into the flow. Even through the spray I could see the flash of white teeth as she smiled ear-to-ear like a beauty queen about to magnanimously receive her well-earned prize. She turned slowly in mid-air, aligning herself so the full force of the fire engine struck her just beneath her full, conical breasts, leaning back just so... The thousands of gallons smashed into her unyielding belly and deflected upwards, cupping and lifting the proud underswell of her naked breasts. Fans of water shot over her, past her into the sky shaped by the natural curvature of her bust- save for two narrow wedges of dry air carved out of the sheets of spray by the jutting points of her long ruby-red nipples, plainly visible from a dozen yards away. Her white globes perfectly capped by two fiercely rigid nubs of sensitive flesh matching the color of her hair. Her rising need was obvious in the tension in her thighs, her ankles grinding against each other at the end of her stiff legs. Her fingers curled like claws at the end of long powerful arms thrown back to either side in a seizure of all-consuming pleasure. Her pose echoing the ‘spirit of ecstasy’ made real. Then she began to turn. She spun like a top in the unending blast, her smile only growing wider and brighter as curls and arcs of water shot off of her spinning outline like an enormous lawn sprinkler. She was playing now, letting the cutting jet try to force itself through her fingers, caress the underside of her jaw, touch her everywhere. I was soaked and laughing. We both were.



It was inevitable the hissing white beam would strike what was the most elegantly formed pussy that had ever graced a woman’s body. She jerked when it happened, a tiny cry escaping her for the first time, the churning force of hundreds of PSI prying her wide and filling her as I doubted any man ever had. She stopped her spinning, setting into a pose something like a pair of scissors, her long legs spread just wider than her shoulders and pointed at the fire engine, channeling every ounce of its roaring output in the narrowing fork of her muscular thighs. She lay on her back in a bed made of wind and spray. She’d laced her hands on the back of her head, arms forming the closed loops of the scissor's handles, the downward pull of her shoulders highlighting the profile of her breathtaking mounds pointing up at the blue sky. The torrent of water spearing into her loins was now divided into two streams where it struck her eagerly waiting sex - one an upward arc that sent a patter of cool mist falling on her belly, bosom, and smiling face before shooting past her in a gleaming curtain of rainbows (sorry, you don’t get to be a firefighter without appreciating the beauty water has all on its own - we live and die by its cooling touch). The other jet was forced downward, towards the ground, though you could see that some portion of it surged between the goddess’ meaty buttocks, setting those heavy globes bumping and shaking with the random turbulence of the river’s passage through the natural channels of her invulnerable body.

Slowly she glided upstream as if being pulled along by a string. Her softly writhing body drawn to the source of the fountain washing over her, penetrating her. Her long pointed toes slid past on either side of the blunt nozzle firing directly into her. Then her lower lips kissed its mouth, a pleasure men would die for. Sadly the thick steel tube proved soft as butter upon contact with what was her softest flesh, and the water cannon’s business end crumpled against her questing touch. Then she brought her knees together, closing the empty triangle between those incredible long thighs around it and...

I’ll tell you, snapped me right out of my reverie when the 4-ton pump engine bucked like it had been t-boned by a bus. Every seal and valve of its complex hydraulic plant popped as the back-pressure she'd created almost by accident ripped through the big machine. I was probably gonna have my pay docked for a year fixing it, but that wasn’t half as scary as what came next. Seeing the girl floating towards me, naked save for almost invisible wet sheets clinging to her more-than-shapely body shining in the sun, dappled with rainbow beads of spray. Gorgeous in every way except for the sad smile on her face. I felt like I had failed her. That it was my fault the fun had ended before she had found complete release.

Then I felt her, arms around me, that whole unbelievable bulk of her chest pressing into me just hard enough to take my breath and yet soft enough I never wanted it to end.

“That was great!” she cried out. Her rapturous smile returned, now aimed directly at me.

“You... you did look like you were having fun.” That's me, the soul of wit.

“Oh hell yes. I’m gonna need to find something harder now, but what a rush...”

My brow furrowed, thinking if I could meet such a demand. Maybe if...

“Now I have a little sumthin'-sumthin' for you!”

Suddenly she was both gone and everywhere at once. There were tongues and fingers and pointed breasts pressing into every inch of my body. My toes hung slack, my whole body floating up into the air, the eye of a sexual hurricane, her skin against mine in a million possible combinations. My mind became hazy in the overload. I came, I know that, but it was just a sharp jab amid the waves of pleasure rolling over me. I have no idea where my juices went, whether it sank into her body’s secret places or splashed across her creamy skin or simply whipped away in the breeze of her passage. Then I floated back to the ground, laid out gently on the hard ground of the yard, utterly spent and certainly unable to stand.

She was standing over me, legs straddling my slumped hips. Still dripping and so alive, her skin flushed pink with joy. God, could I ever be aroused by another woman again after tasting the boundless power coursing through her hourglass body, after feeling the scrape of her silken touch? Had she ruined me for all but herself? I didn’t know and neither answer seemed better than the other. What could compare to this ultimate woman...

She peered down over the deep shelf of her rounded flesh, having to lean forward to make eye contact with me there on the ground. “I have to go. But try to get that fixed soon,” she nodded to the sputtering machine she had accidentally broken with her playful touch. “I might need another shower,” Her smile promised so much more. I nodded my head dumbly.

She floated upwards, slow enough to let me take in the sun gleaming off her wet skin one last time. Then she was gone.

What a day. I wanted to just lay there and dry out in the sun, but I needed to start fixing the rig. Wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

A very nice vignette, with a rather unique take on the clothing aspect. The veil see-through effect is a rather rare extra, which qorks pretty well, I think. I admit I'm more of fan of other of your work Au, but I appreciate the effort you put in this one as well.