I had always gotten a little airsick. When Jack called that afternoon to say we’d all be heading up to Idaho for fire fighting, I knew we’d have to fly. I tried to concentrate on the clouds and the fact that I knew I’d forgotten something, even though my gear bag was stuffed and I couldn’t squeeze another thing in it anyway. Terry and I sat next to each other, not saying much. He was probably thinking the same thing I was. Could we get a truck or were we going to be stuck on the ground crew this time?
We landed in Boise late that night and spent a few hours being bussed to the staging area. It felt great to see everyone already there, dressed in that familiar green pants and yellow shirt that everybody wore. People were there from all over the country. I thought I spotted a few people I’d seen in California last year, but we were all tired and knew the next day was going to be filled with hard work, heat and dirt. Lots of dirt.
The Crew Chief assigned Terry to a fire truck and put me on bulldozer. I liked it. I was one of the few women there who could run a big dozer, and I was certainly glad to have avoided the grueling hand work on the ground of digging, chain sawing and generally creating fire breaks. I had been working since six that morning and knew I’d work until six that night. At ten I stopped pushing trees and dirt, pulled water from my cooler and drank slowly. I knew better than to turn off the dozer; my break would be five minutes at best. As I drank I looked around. There was a hand crew about 25 yards away working on a smoldering line that was under control. Clean-up work was no fun either. I watched as a young woman put her shovel against a tree and took the water bottle one of her co-workers handed her. She pulled off her hat to reveal dark hair and tilted the bottle up in the air. She drank water for a full thirty seconds without a break. I watched her throat move up and down as she gulped the water. When she stopped she caught me looking at her. I quickly put the dozer in gear, turned it around and started back to work. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw her laughing as she put her hat back on and picked up her shovel. I’d like to see her with less on that just that hat I thought. Then scolded myself for the thought. I had work to do.
Six that night found me in the chow line, dirty, hot and very stinky. I couldn’t wait to eat, get a shower and relax. I stood in line for a dinner mostly of starch and some meat. I gobbled every bite, took some extra water and headed for the showers. They had the men and women segregated. The "showers" were really just wooden pallets on the ground, poles and spickets at the top for water and plastic up on three sides for a bit of privacy. Not much hot water either, but in the heat no one complained. I found an empty shower, stripped off my grimy clothes and stepped onto a pallet. As I turned the water on I spotted the woman I’d seen that morning rounding the corner and coming toward the showers. My heart started pounding a bit and I told myself to stop being childish. I began to scrub myself with Irish Spring. Suddenly, I felt cool air rush behind me.. When I spun around the young woman was standing there, naked and smiling. "Want me to do your back?" she said. I couldn’t say anything, and couldn’t move either. "I’ll take that as a yes," she smiled. She had brilliant eyes and long lovely legs. Her breasts were round and full and her nipples were standing straight up. She gently turned me around to face the water and pressed her herself against my back. I relaxed against her and heard her moan softly. I thought briefly about where we were, the lack of privacy, firefighters everywhere, but she reached around me and began to run her hands all over me, kissing my neck from behind. "Who are you?" I managed to whisper. "I’m Jane. Nice to meet you," she said. As she introduced herself she slid her finger in me and I began to rock back into her as she supported my body with her other hand. I was hot despite the water running down on us both, which at this point was completely cold. I longed to sink to my knees, but she held me there, surprisingly strong while she continued to slide her finger in and out. I came quietly as the water fell and I turned my face up to catch the water in my mouth.. I turned to face her then and her eyes were closed. As I put my hand to her she was wet inside, waiting for me. She moaned again when I slid my fingers in her. I moved her around so that her back was against the one shower wall that there was, and leaned her gently against it. Her hips moved back and forth against the wall as I rocked her, kissing her face, neck, shoulders and breasts. As I kissed her stomach I slid my fingers out of her and dropped to my knees. She was salty, musky, delicious. She came quickly with loud cries. When I stood up we held each other under the running water, cooling the fire we’d started only moments before. Before I could talk to her or suggest she visit my tent that night, she slipped through one of the plastic sides and I was left alone in the shower eyeing a melting bar of Irish Spring.
I managed to finish my shower, get dressed and was now relaxing in my tent, watching the stragglers from today’s work come into camp late. Some had small fires going by their tents. It was a running joke when someone mentioned fire safety. I was in a daze. I tried to think about what I had to do tomorrow. The Chief had decided to put me on the truck with my pal Terry, who said he’d meet me at five for breakfast before we started. It was 9:00 pm and the camp was beginning to quiet down for the night. I hadn’t seen Jane since she left the shower. I was thinking I’d imagined the whole thing, except for the flips my stomach was doing thinking about her.
I finally put my lantern out and rolled into my sleeping bag, figuring I’d be dreaming of showers that night. I didn’t realize how bright the moon was until I’d put my lantern out. It shined through my tent, bright as day. I must’ve laid there and dozed for about an hour when I heard rustling outside. It sounded like racoons, but we were all very careful about food, and didn’t have anything except what was in the mess tent. Then I realized someone was unzipping my tent and stepping in. "What the hell?" I shouted and sat straight up in my sleeping bag. "Shhh" It was Jane. I could make her out plainly in the bright moonlight. She had taken her shoes off before entering my tent. She had a pair of jeans on and long sleeve button down shirt, open at the chest. I could feel myself getting wet right away. "Hi," I squeaked out. "I didn’t see you after...the shower."
"I know. My set-up is across the camp. I wanted to get everything ready for tomorrow before I came to see you. I almost walked into another woman’s tent by mistake!" I really didn’t hear what she said. My eyes were looking at her shirt and the three unbuttoned buttons at the top. She reached forward and put her hand behind my neck, pulled me to her. She slipped her tongue in my mouth, kissed me, pulled away and laughed. "Some fire," she said, and winked. I reached over and finished unbuttoning her shirt. Her breasts hung tantalizingly half-covered. Her nipples strained through the white cotton. I cupped a breast in my hand through her shirt, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had been kneeling since she entered the tent, and now I was in front of her kneeling as well. She pulled my t-shirt off and put her mouth to my breasts. I looked at the ceiling of the tent, watched the moonlight fill everything. She sucked my breasts, first one then the other, gently rolling my nipples in her mouth, softly biting me. I reached down and undid the top button of her jeans. I unzipped them to discover that was all she had on. I left her jeans on her, unzipped only partially over her hips. She moved my hands away and pushed me back on the floor of the tent. She took off the rest of my clothes, and left herself half dressed. Her shirt hung on me as she came down to put her full weight on me. She put a strong thigh between my legs and my hips moved on her, riding her. I looked at her and she had her head thrown back, eyes closed. I reached up and pulled her shirt down over her shoulders and arms until it hung on her wrists. She rocked backed away from me then and I sat up, put my hand in the small of her back, found her with my other hand. She was very wet and very hot. She sat back with her hands on the floor of the tent behind her while I pulled my fingers in and out of her. She suddenly pulled her head toward me, opened her eyes and came loudly and with force. She whispered she was done, but I didn’t stop and she shuddered again and again. We finally both laid back, exhausted. I was breathing softly, recovering from her, knowing I had myself soaked onto the sleeping bag, when I felt her tongue on my mouth. . "Inside," I said. "Hard as you can." She bunched up the sleeping bag behind me and put me in a half sitting position. She took her time and I was on fire when I finally felt her inside me. She started slowly. My legs parted wide and she laid on me all the while sliding in faster and faster. She had a look of lust as she pumped me, harder and harder. I looked right at her and maneuvered my hand into her as she kept hers in me. Together we moved up and down, in and out. I breathed as hard as I have fighting fires and sweat from her ran down on me. We lay together breathing afterwards. "Who are you, really?" I asked her finally. "Just a fire fighter," was all she said.
