Take the hose up!

You whisper a quiet apology to the smoke, and a tear runs down your cheek. You leap over the injured firefighter and try to yoink the wildly waving firehose out of the air. But it's tricky to pin down! You're finally able to get both hands on it only after a short chase sequence in which you got pretty sprayed on, but even then, you're just a bit too feeble-armed to keep it still for long.... ah, you've got an idea!

Stepping over the hose carefully with one leg, you keep both arms on it and also squeeze your thighs around it tightly. Your four limbs combined is enough to keep it steady, thankfully. With the hose now under control, and a sad look in your eye, you turn to point the hose at the burning building. But.... the smoke.......

You shoot a glance over to the injured firefighter. They're on the ground still, clutching their leg and with a pained expression on their face. They won't be able to take over hose duty from you. Which means...... oh, sorry smokey pillar, please be forgiving!

You can't make yourself look as you lift the hose upwards to spray down the remaining fire. This is just too sad, you can't watch it happen.

Looking off to the side, you see a crowd of people all staring at you, amazed. The sad chefs are also in the crowd, but they're still looking at the building, all got up in their chef hats and aprons. The people that are looking at you, though, look pretty amazed. At first you're not sure why, until you suddenly feel just how wet exactly you got in the spray. Your hair and clothes are soaking, and you can feel water dripping down from you. Wh-which means.... eep!

Your eyes bug out as you look down at your white top, now all but see-through from the loose fire hose spray. Y-you're basically showing off your tits to the crowd right now! Your big chest, all wet and visible, in front of all these people....

B-but, you can't change where you're facing, or you'll be looking at the building again.... oh no, what do you do?! Your heart picks up speed and your nipples start to swell under your bra, for some reason. What's worse is that since the hose is so much stronger than you, it's still giving you trouble even though you've got it mostly under control now -- which means that every now and then, your body's made to jiggle, in a way that makes it seem almost like you're... p-putting on a show for the crowd, or something! You're ashamed to admit how aroused it's making you feel, and somehow your panties are getting even more wet the more you think about it....

Only now are you made distinctly aware of something else, too -- just how nice the hose feels between your legs all of a sudden, as the water running through it pulses and swells the hose against your squeezing thighs and the crotch of your pants. Your mouth drops open at the realisation -- you're starting to feel a tingling warmth build up in your pussy and lower stomach, too.... but you can't just release the hose! E-even if it means cumming on the job, and shaking your tits for a crowd, y-you... you can't.......

But... can you- can y-you cum here now, in front of....? Can, can you really just.....

Unfortunately, it's not really a decision that you get to make. You don't even get to decide if you hump and roll your hips over the hose or not, since your subconscious makes you do that anyway. Grinding against the hose like that, not obviously but definitely noticeably, ends up shimmying your shirted tits for the small gathering even more. Wh-what a sight you must be.... and-*!!

You cry out lewdly and shut your eyes tight, moaning as you're pushed over the edge{if Orgasms == 1} for the first ever time{endif} by this inanimate rubber hose, and made to orgasm harshly in full view of everybody present. You buck and rub yourself against the pulsing hose, **** to milk as much stimulation as you can through your pussy-covering clothes, and too lost in lust to be ashamed as the crowd watches in intense awe. Y-you're really cumming hard -- it might be even more of a flood than the hose!

As your legs turn to jelly and you're about stumble over onto the ground, to roll around and rejoice in the aftershocks of your{if Orgasms == 1} first, amazing, totally surprising and embarrassingly public{endif} orgasm, the hose switches off. ...Ehhh?

No longer having the pressure of water running through it, the hose drops down to the ground as you unsqueeze your legs, and open your eyes back up. Before you is Mitogolli's Pizzeria, now completely empty of both fire and smoke in the wake of your muscle-clenching orgasm. O-oh, right.... that's what the hose was actually for.....