A Night With Spifire

by Nicole Sunstone

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Spitfire, Profanity, Alternate Universe, Human, Original Character, Romance, Equestria Girls, Porn
Length: 2845

Spitfire's pent up after a show with the Wonderbolt Flight Team so she decides to invite an unsuspecting engineer to her bed for the night.

While she's used to usually getting with her flight team, Spitfire uses her rank to invite an engineer named Jake to her quarters for a little bit of fun to unwind from a stressful show. However, the rookie's got a few tricks up his sleeve to really send the captain through a loop into the stars.

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Published 2021-02-02 17:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-02-02 17:00:00 UTC

A Night with Spitfire

A Night with Spitfire

By: Nicole Sunstone

Bursting through the door to the bedroom, the strong woman with the fiery colored hair threw Jake onto his bed. Unzipping her blue and yellow flight jacket, she pulled off her goggles on her neck and threw them onto the lamp beside Jake’s bed. Jake gulped loudly at the sight of the woman standing beside him, his heart already starting to race at the impending scene to come that night.

“Are you sure that you want this?” Jake asked, trying not to trip over his words as he pushed the thick-framed glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “I mean, Captain-”

“Just Spitfire will do tonight, rookie,” she smirked, taking off her flight jacket to reveal the black tank top underneath. Jake couldn’t help but notice the tight curves of Spitfire’s chest, along with her toned stomach under her loose tank top.

“What was that?” Jake looked around as Spitfire brushed her long blonde hair back, highlighted with streaks of orange. He struggled to control his breathing at the thought of anything doing with the Captain of the world-famous Wonderbolt Flight Team.

“Look, I just got back from a show and I’m really wound tight,” Spitfire began, taking off her aviator sunglasses to reveal her bright, strong orange eyes. “I really like you, rookie, and the work you’ve done around here is excellent.”

“Thank you, Cap- I mean, Spitfire,” Jake said, letting out a slight chuckle under his breath. “Also, it’s Jake.”

“I know, rookie,” Spitfire said, lifting her heavy boot to the chair against the wall of the bedroom, starting to take it off.

“Well, can you please call me that rather than ‘rookie’?” Jake requested, turning away from Spitfire’s line of sight. “It’s not like I’m a cadet in the Academy or anything.”

“What’s wrong with being called a rookie? You’re an engineer at this base, you have a barracks, as far as I’m concerned, you’re a cadet in all sense except I don’t get to bust your ass at 0800 every day.” Spitfire answered, slipping out of her boot. Jake focused on her petite foot as he listened to the captain’s words.

“Right you are, ma’am,” Jake said with a nod, sitting up on the bed to get a better look at Spitfire. She shot him a hard glare before marching over and stomping her other boot inches away from his lap. Jake froze as he looked up at the woman, feeling his little buddy twitch in fear.

“Oh no, you don’t say that in here,” Spitfire ordered, leaning down to undo the laces on her boot. “I am not a sir, I am not captain, and I am certainly not ma’am. For tonight, you can and will address me as a Spitfire and that is all. Are we clear?”

Jake gulped again, starting to sweat with Spitfire’s boot dangerously placed in between his legs. “Crystal, Spitfire,”

“Good,” Spitfire eased off, giving him a little smirk. She lifted her foot out of her boot before tossing it aside. Jake relaxed, falling back on the bed for a second to start breathing again after holding his tongue.

“It’s not like you can’t talk about this, though,” Spitfire continued, turning around in front of Jake. “I get that you boys talk in the lockers and all that. I’m not ashamed of this. Hell, I’ve done it with Soarin’ enough times for him to think he’s in love with me.”

“I can imagine,” Jake said, sitting up as Spitfire unzipped her uniform pants, leaning forward as she slid them down her legs. Jake’s eyes widened at the sight of Spitfire’s solid, black underwear. No frills or anything, but strictly business. Still, the curves were wrapped around her tight buttocks with a puffy sight between her thighs, the slight crease of her tempting slit.

“Are you just going to sit there rookie?” Spitfire asked, looking over her shoulder as she stood back up. Jake gulped and stood straight up, holding his hands in front of him as they shook ever so slightly. He inched towards as Spitfire waited, feeling the tense energy radiating from the nervous engineer. “Looks like you need some help,”

Spitfire reached behind her and grabbed Jake’s clammy hands as she leads them to her breasts, still covered by her tank top and the solid black bra underneath. A shiver ran down Jake’s spine at the touch of her soft chest, forgetting to breathe. Spitfire chuckled as she leads his hands to the edge of her tank, tugging on it slightly.

“You want me to-” Jake sputtered out, gripping along the edge of her tank.

“You don’t need my permission rookie. Come on now.” Spitfire smirked over her shoulder as she rose her arms in the air.

Jake nodded in understanding as he lifted the black tank top over Spitfire’s head, tossing her wild mane of hair even more than it was before. Spitfire let out a long breath as her chest rose and fell against Jake’s hands.

Jake could feel the sweat starting to build on his forehead. It didn’t help that the central air conditioning in the barracks was less than adequate, but his reaction came from the smoldering heat of the bombshell beauty in front of him. His hands twitched as they traced to the back of her bra, licking his lips outside of Spitfire’s sight.

“Do you know what to do back there?” Spitfire asked before she realized that her bra straps were falling down her shoulders, feeling the back strap fall off effortlessly. She quickly grabbed the underwear before it had a chance to fall of her bosom, giving a soft chuckle. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Jake stood silent as he leaned his mouth closer to Spitfire. He bit his lip for a moment before pressing against her neck in a passionate kiss. Spitfire swooned softly at the action, not expecting such a romantic expression. She had known what she was getting into by wanting to sleep with the engineer, but like the other flyboys before him, she wasn’t expecting to have him take charge.

“Jake…” she let out softly as his lips pressed against her shoulders, using his hands to lower the loose bra from her chest. The garment slipped down Spitfire’s arms, leaving her bare chest open to the caress of the man’s hands. Spitfire closed her eyes, biting her tongue as to not moan. Her mind started to grow cloudy at the pleasure that Jake’s touch was bringing her, not wanting to let on how aroused he was making her. Still, the tight panties between her legs didn’t lie as well as she wanted.

Jake’s hand squeezed at Spitfire’s breast as he ran his free hand down her stomach, tracing lightly around her toned midriff. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of her neck, biting down softly as his fingers wandered under her panties.

Spitfire’s mouth opened wide as she let out a strong moan, feeling Jake sucking hard on her neck. Her heart raced as she began to lose her sense of rational thought, focusing on all the places he was giving her pleasure. Her slit grew even wetter as the man’s fingers traced against her warm womanhood, telling the absolute truth of her arousal. His fingers circle her soft opening, teasing her ever so slightly.

Jake’s mouth pulled away from his bite and whispered into Spitfire’s ear softly. “You’re so wet,”

Spitfire’s face flushed with heat as Jake squeezed at her nipple, still teasing her breasts. Another moan escaped her as she felt the man’s hands move away from her warm body. She longed for their touch but continued to fight the thoughts that were running through her mind.

Jake crouched down with his face in front of Spitfire’s toned glutes, admiring the curves of her rear. His hands gently grazed down the lovely hills in front of him, teasing at the edges of the tight, solid black underwear keeping her womanly secret captive as the scent of her arousal grew stronger. He gripped along the edges of her panties and slowly slipped them down her curves, letting them fall to her bare feet below.

Spitfire shivered at her nude presence in front of the engineer, feeling more attached than usual to the subjects of her post-performance rendezvous. She felt Jake stand back up, realizing that the man was still fully clothed behind her. His arms wrapped around her as Spitfire leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes.

Still nervous despite his presentations of affection, Jake gently span the naked Spitfire around, his eyes set straight ahead into her deep, orange eyes. Spitfire’s perky breasts bounced as she shifted in front of him and gave a soft smile to the man in front of her.

“No one has ever-”

Spitfire began only to be cut off by Jake’s lips pressing against hers. His hands gripped onto her bare shoulders, pressing deeply into the kiss. Spitfire’s eyes shot wide at the sudden kiss, letting Jake pull away to see her expression. She held her tongue, completely caught off guard at the action.

Jake looked softly at the captain before realizing her expression. His face suddenly fell as he jerked his hands away from her, holding them out in front of him. Spitfire looked down sharply, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Spitfire! Ma’a- I mean… Please forgive me!” Jake cried out, realizing the severity of the actions he just took.

“Jake, be quiet,” Spitfire said under her breath, still looking away from him.

“I-I got caught up in the moment! I know it was wrong!”

“Jake,” Spitfire said a bit louder, lost underneath Jake’s frantic sputtering.

“Please, I didn’t mean to! Don’t report me, ma’am!”

“Shut up!” Spitfire shouted, looking right at Jake with her arms held firmly at her sides, fists clenched. Her eyes looked right into the frightened face of the engineer, almost on the verge of tears.

The silence cut between them, each lost in their thoughts. Spitfire’s nostrils flared at the explosion of rage while Jake was fighting every instinct to run from his barracks.

Spitfire finally closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Jake’s heartbeat strongly against his chest as she started to look at him again.

“Spitfire-”

Without the space to get another word in, Jake was kept silent by Spitfire’s lips against his. Her warm, nude body pressed against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Caught off guard for a second, Jake slowly wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss, starting to breathe easier now.

Spitfire pulled away with a soft smile, looking at the confused man she was pressed up against. Jake opened his mouth to speak again before Spitfire pressed her finger against his lips.

“Don’t say anything. I’ll take it from here, rookie.”

Jake nodded as Spitfire ripped open his button-down shirt, pulling it forcefully off of him. She gripped on to his undershirt, pulling it out of his tucked-in shorts. Grabbing the edge, she quickly pulled it over his head to expose his bare chest. It wasn’t as muscular as the other members of his flight crew, but still surprisingly toned.

“Aahh…” Jake let out as Spitfire’s hands ran down his chest to his shorts. She swiftly undid his buckle and loosened his belt, feeling his heart race against his chest at the sight of a naked woman undressing him. Pulling down his shorts, his tented boxers stood right in front of Spitfire’s face, making her press against the clothed tip with the edge of her finger.

“Careful!” Jake gasped, seeing Spitfire kiss at the front of his boxers before tugging them down in one, fast motion. Jake’s member sprung out as it throbbed, hard as a steel rod. Spitfire’s cheeks blushed at the impressive equipment the engineer had in his pants, running her hand along his length.

Jake gasped and closed his eyes, using his hands for leverage behind him on the bed. Spitfire leaned it and licked along his shaft, stroking it to make it nice and slick.

“Are you ready?” Spitfire asked on her knees, looking up at Jake as she kisses the tip of his johnson. He nodded yes, not expecting her to push him down on the bed as she quickly mounted on top of him.

“When I’m done with you,” Spitfire began, spreading her soft, pink center underneath her as she straddled his lap, slowly leading his tip into her as she began to take more of his length, “You’ll be in a full-body, mmm… hand and foot cast… nnnng… drinking through a straw-aaahhhh!”

Spitfire moaned as Jake’s rod filled her up to his base, gripping her hands on his shoulders. Jake grunted as he felt the slick walls envelope around his shaft, giving a soft moan as well. Spitfire gasped as she looked down at him, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Let’s kick it off!”

She cried out in pleasure as she began to rock her hips against Jake, making his hard length push deeper and deeper into her. Jake moaned as he leaned back, watching as Spitfire’s busty breasts bounced in front of him. He instinctively rocked in rhythm with her movements, starting to thrust harder into her with his shaft.

Spitfire’s eyes rolled back as she moaned, using a free hand to squeeze at her breast as Jake thrust into her, listening to the sounds of her hot, dirty juices squirting out of her. His hands gripped along the bed as she rode him, gasping with every stroke of his member inside her.

“You’re so tight!” Jake let out with a hard grunt, feeling the soft walls of her slit rubbing against him.

“I love your cock, rookie!!” Spitfire moaned loudly, starting to move hard enough to bang the headboard of the bed against the wall. Her moans grew louder as she began to reach her limit, squeezing her nipple as she caressed her breast.

Jake gasped as he felt his shaft start to pulse inside of her, feeling his limit start to build deep inside of him. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too! Aaahh, I’m cumming!” Spitfire cried out, as she pushed Jake’s shaft the deepest it could go in her soft opening, feeling his hot, sticky juice start to fill her up. Jake moaned as he reached his limit, letting the wave of pleasure crash into her as she soaked his shaft with her dirty, hot juices from their lovemaking.

Spitfire moaned and gasped as she fell backward, slipping off of Jake’s now satisfied member. Her legs held spread out as their love juices spilled out of her slit, staining the sheets of the bed underneath her. Her breasts rose and fell with every long breath, trying to regain her sense of speech.

Jake gasp and lied back on the bed, taking equally deep breaths. He sat up to look at the satisfied woman between his legs, in complete shock at what just happened. Closing his eyes, he wanted to ride out this dream as long as he could.

“Hey, can I bum a cigarette?”

Jake opened his eyes to see Spitfire by his side, her arms locked around his as she pressed her chest against his side.

“Oh, yeah, I think I have some around here somewhere,” Jake replied, taking his arm back to dig in his nightstand. Spitfire sat up in the bed as Jake handed her the carton and a lighter before leaning back against the headboard.

Spitfire pulled out a cigarette and placed it in her mouth, lighting it up. She took a long drag before exhaling, a cloud of smoky now filling the haze of the aftermath on the bed.

“No one has ever treated me that way, Jake,” Spitfire commented, taking another puff of the cigarette. “When I ride a flyboy, they just want the sex. But you, you’re different. You actually treated me well. Gotta say I was gushing before you pushed in.”

She smirked as Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment. She took another puff and offered the cigarette to Jake.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jake replied, seeing Spitfire take another drag.

“Rookie, I don’t know how long you’re gonna stick around. But I wouldn’t mind getting another lay or two off of you.” Spitfire sighed contently, leaning against the man’s side.

“I’d like that, Spitfire.”

Spitfire reached over and grabbed the pair of goggles off of the lamp on the nightstand closest to her and wrapped them around Jake’s neck. Pulling off the covers, she straddled his lap, feeling his member stir underneath her slick, wet slit.

“Ready for round two?” Spitfire asked, tugging at the goggles as she flicked the finished cigarette off to the side of the bed.

“Sure, but can I pilot this girl this time around?” Jake asked, sitting up and pushing Spitfire down on her back. She chuckled and spread her legs open to his sides.

“Runaway is open for business, rookie!”