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Story for Cheri Chapter 1
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Story for Cheri Chapter 1 It was going to be one of THOSE DAYS. Not those days where all the letters are little, not Those days where the T is a capital, not even THOSE days where you write out those in all capitals, but THOSE DAYS where everything in in capitals, is bold, and is printed bigger than anything else on the page. One of THOSE DAYS. Cheri could tell her second mistake was trying to get out of bed. The first was waking up. Looking out the window she could see fog, dense and gray. It seemed to start inside her bedroom and stretch from the beach to the Cajon pass. It was a day that screamed to stay in bed, under the covers, and wait for it to pass. Cheri made her third mistake and stood up. Over breakfast Cheri was struck by a horrifying though. This was probably going to be the highlight of her day. Breakfast. In all of its glory. Long minutes passed before she finished eating, contemplating just how much better life would be if she climbed back under the covers. Instead she did that which she feared most, dreading what was to come. She opened her closet to figure out what she was going to wear to... WORK. The lack of choices today was staggering. Cheri had little input on how she would dress herself, lamenting both how small her closet was and how barren at the moment. Quickly surveying her room she identified the culprit, that which was responsible for her predicament; her full color hamper. Last night was supposed to be laundry night, not by choice but by necessity. Damn that television schedule, it interfered with her completing her most necessary chore. Her whites were done but her colors lay undisturbed, mocking her from across the room. Her mind made up for her, Cheri resigned herself to the dictates of her evil tormentor, her closet. The white tank top would work well when the AC was off, since the office turned into a sauna if not attended to. Over that she pulled on a long sleeve white blouse, suitable for when the AC was starting or stopping. On top went the white sweater, a little more snug that she would have liked but a favorite she could not part with. This was matched to her white skirt, a garment she repeatedly swore she would never wear again but always found herself wearing when times were tough, and white heels since, hell, if the rest is white she may as well go with it. Brushing her hair out she's faced with a reality she just won't be able to change. Between her dark hair and the excess of white she's going to look terrible under the office lights. “OK girl, suck it up” she tells herself as she begins putting on a little makeup. She compliments herself on not too much, since this much white is overkill to begin with, and not to little. Now its time to face the moment of truth, can anyone see her walking out in this fog? The drive to work is worse than expected, and she was planning for it to take twice as long as normal. Arriving late, Cheri's shocked to realize shes one of the first to arrive. “Damn, this is going to suck” she says as she heads in to the dark building. Inside there are more people than she'd figure, but the lack of lights tells her something else is amiss, something much worse. “Please tell me the power will be back soon?” she asks to the world at large, a is greeted with few non-committal replies responding from within the dark office. “There's no coffee” she hears from somewhere in the back, answered by “What did you expect, no POWER”. As bad as her days been so far, none of this is a surprise. Cheri chuckles to herself as she pictures lightning smashing through the ceiling, harming no one, just turning the break room to ash. 'Just what I'm waiting for', she thinks to herself, 'the last refuge in this place gone by an act of God'. As 10 o'clock rolls around Cheri is fascinated by three amazing things; the lights have not come back on, the phones still ring, and people can't understand how during a power outage the computers don't work. After trying to explain to the sixth person this morning that “Powers off, can't do anything with a computer, nope restarting doesn't help, being plugged in doesn't help, can't shut down windows BECAUSE THE POWER IS OFF” Cheri finally gets the first piece of good news, the Inn-N-Out in Tustin is open and the boss is willing to let someone make a run. “Hey, here's seven bucks and what I want. Check what everyone else wants before you head out”. Fateful words the fit with how the day's been going. Cheri accepts the cash and post it with her bosses order, her hopes falling flat as she realizes she's been volunteered to make the run. “Make sure you clock out and it, I'll sign for any overage” her boss tells her, and she realizes she won't be having her own lunch time today. Cheri is amazed that with as few things as Inn-N-Out has on the menu, her coworkers take for ever to figure out what they want. Between leaving late, multiple orders, and all of the stop lights around her office out, Cheri is faced with the worst realization yet, she won't see “King”. As she drive, Cheri reminisces about how King came into her life. She remembers when he first came to make a delivery. She was expecting Butt-Face. She never remembers what his real name was, just that the old, smelly,<b> bald </font></b>guy had the personality of wet lint and the sex appeal of road kill. He'd make these crass comments some times and always left her feeling like she needed a shower. She had been dreading 11:30, the normal delivery time, when the door opened and in walked this handsome fellow. Three things caught her attention, his smile, his green eyes, and his positive attitude. He introduced himself and explained he'd just taken over the route and asked if there was anything she needed. A couple coy remarks later and she was smitten with his sense of humor. Cheri remember how King never rushed her, never made her feel uneasy, and how he'd even remembered her birthday and brought her a cupcake with a candle in it. He'd made her sign for it like it was a delivery, a cute touch that made her laugh all day. She even remembered the time he'd called ahead because he was running late, just to make sure she'd still be there when he stopped by. Cheri's attention is dragged back to the present, back to the gray day and ever present stupid drivers. Someone thought it was a smart idea to make a right turn from the left lane, a trick that almost took the front off of her car. Pulling over, Cheri screams in frustration for a minute before she can settle herself enough to get back to driving. Inn-N-Out takes longer than she'd ever imagine. Seven orders or not, she figured they would at least get her taken care of before eleven. The drive back is almost pure hell as the smell of the food fights for her attention, only begrudgingly sharing it with the traffic she's competing with. By the time she gets back to the office she's sure she's missed King, yet another reason today is one of THOSE DAYS. About one the boss calls everyone together and lets them know he needs one person to stay behind and keep an eye on the phones. With the power off he can't really justify everyone staying any later. Cheri hopes against hope someone will step up and let her finish this day. Her luck holds and no one volunteers. As the group gets going, her boss beckons her to the side and asks her to stay behind. Though her face screams no, her boss preempts her. “If the power stays off, head home at four. If it comes back on I need you to finish last weeks metrics. I can approve overtime if you run late, but I'll need you to text me when the power comes back on.” Resigned, Cheri heads back to her cubicle to answer the next call. “I'm sorry, the powers off so I can't help you with that today. Can I take your name and number so we can deal with it tomorrow? I'm sorry I can't look that up the power is off. No, I can't access your records the power is off. OK, its fine if you call tomorrow”. As the gray day continues Cheri watches as her co-workers head home. She watches her boss finish up and head out. She watches the clock slowly count down the hours and she repeats the same call over and over, each person unsure how to act once she tells them the power is off. As the day starts to darken Cheri is resigned to this day never ending. She has resigned herself to this being one of THOSE DAYS. Cheri hears the door open. For some reason she'd thought it was locked and is startled. "I've got a delivery, who can sign for it?". The baritone voice belongs to a tall, slender guy with short hair and a tell-tale uniform, a uniform that fits nicely. Short show off legs tone from work and his uniform is snug on his fit frame. "Back here, to the left" calls Cheri, struggling to finish her work for the day. Though its been one of THOSE DAYS, the tall fellow seems a silver lining. As he comes back to her cubicle she sees a smile on his face. "I'm really glad your still here, I had to redo half my deliveries because of that power outage. I was afraid you'd locked up and headed home." Looking into his green eyes, Cheri smiles back. "Nope. Something told me I'd be getting just what I needed, so I figured I'd stay behind." The look she gives him is driven by both his cute, boyish smile and the immediate sense of desire she feels. Cheri hadn't realized she'd been getting horny ever since she heard the door open. She wasn't sure if it was because she had to work late and really needed to relax of it was a memory of his last delivery and the flirting they'd indulged in. Either way she could feel her body's desire and she could see the object of its infatuation standing before her. "Well, I DO have a package for you, and I'm sure its something you wanted." he jests playfully, placing the box on her desk. "I just need to make sure its for you though, so can you check it out and make sure?" Her eyes linger on his, then slowly track down his chest, down below his belt, intense in their desire. "So is everything in order then?" he asks, her eyes dwelling on HIS package, warmth flowing up her chest and cheeks. Reaching out she strokes his leg. "I'm not sure, I'll have to check the contents. This may take a while, so let me lock the door first. Can't be too careful". She stands and rubs herself up against him as she heads to the front door. In her haste she almost drops the key as she locks up, eager for a change to return to her cubicle. He's standing there, watching her as she turns. She can feel the heat from across the room and can't contain herself. She lets out a low gasps, then smiles before walking back to him, her heals clicking on the floor as she hurries. He reaches out to her, pulls her into his embrace and she feels her lips close on his, his warmth flowing over her. His kiss is gentle, almost hesitant at first. Then she feels his hand slide down her back and she feels him dipping her, her hair almost reaching the floor, his kiss becoming more intense and passionate. She can't believe the feeling flowing up through her, the feeling of his arms holding her, his lips on her, his warmth, and his passion pressing against her. She feels as though the kiss lasts for ever, and is over before it began. She feels him lifting her back up, her eyes opening and his green eyes staring into hers. Their lips part, and she finds herself struggling to catch her breath. “I think you said something about checking a package?” he asks, a smile in his voice. Cheri realizes that her hand, of its own accord, was fondling his firm manhood through his shorts. Her hand felt small for the task, though her desire cried out for release. Smiling, she asks “How can I tell if its still all wrapped up? I'll have to give it a thorough examination before I can accept it”. “Before you check the contents” he replies “maybe I'd better make sure there's room to put it away...” Cheri is momentarily puzzled, but his kiss on her neck sends bolts of desire through her, each kiss, each nibble more enticing than the last. She feels his lips working their way down her neck, down onto her chest. She feels herself sitting down on her chair, her delivery man following. Her heart racing, Cheri grabs his short hair and pulls him tight to her. She feels his hands on her back, pulling her to the edge of the seat. Panting with desire, Cheri feels her hips rise from the seat, her skirt rising. His kisses lift, for a moment, then start again on her leg, her thigh. She feels him kissing and nibbling the skin on her inner thigh and she begins to tremble. Her legs part and she feels his kissing coming ever closer to her warm, wet, wanting sex. She feels her body thrilling to the feel of his lips. She feels her panties move, his lips gently kissing her across her womanhood. She can't control herself and pulls him in closer to her, her legs spreading, her feet finding their way up to her desk, then to his back as she pulls him to her. She feels herself parting, her desire flowing from her in waves of heat, pleasure, and need. His kisses circle her needful clit, each one coming ever closer. Her eyes tightly closed, Cheri sees starts the moment his lips settle upon her hard, wanting clit. The jolt of pleasure rockets through her, filling her with even more desire. Pushing herself to him while her hands and legs pull him in, Cheri's body demands more, wants more, needs more. His kisses are intense but not enough, then his tongue starts licking her. The first flick of his tongue sends a bolt of pure joy straight to her brain and Cheri's eyes pop open, staring up but seeing nothing, The next lick builds upon the first, then the next, then the next, then the next. Each sending wave after wave need and pleasure coursing through her. His tongue starts working faster and harder, each lick enticing more and more pleasure from her body. Then Cheri cries out as his lips wrap around her clit and he gently suck, the first true orgasm crashing into her. The sound of something falling makes her realize her heels are now pressed against her desk, pushing her chair back against her cubicle. This moment of clarity is rocked as his lips begins sucking again, his tongue lashing her wanting clit again and again and again. Each lick, each time he sucks, Cheri feels her body respond with pleasure. Each lick, each suck, each release stokes her desire and she feels herself cum again, her warmth flowing through her. He presses harder against her, his tongue becoming more insistent. Her desire flairs and she feels herself cumming again, harder than before. She feels herself pressing against his delicious lips, her desire growing and growing. She cums again, this time so hard she can't breath. As it flows through her, she feels herself clenching him tightly to her, and she feels her need grow even more. Able to breath again, Cheri uses all of her remaining will to pull him away from her, from her ravenous sex, from her hungry womanhood. Staring into his green eyes she demands “I THOUGH you said I had a package, where is it”. She feels the smile cross her face and is delighted to see it mirrored in his. He seems to have a little trouble standing, something Cheri is sure she herself couldn't do at the moment. Sitting up a little, she reaches forward and undoes the belt and zipper of the cute shorts he's wearing. As they slide down she's gifted with the sigh she has been longing for, all day if she is to be truthful with herself. Before her stands his ridged manhood, full and thick. She already sees he's pulled a condom from his pocket and is opening it. “Wait” she cries, “I get to inspect it FIRST.” “As you wish” he replies, her hand slowly encircling his erect phallus. Slowly stroking it, she looks it over, admiring its fullness. Her tongue flicks out to lick his head and she feels his erect cock twitch in her hands. She giggles a little at this, softly, and licks it again, then again, teasing him as he had done her. She feels her hand move up, leading his down, and she watches as he neatly corrals his cock in the ribbed condom. “Ribbed” she ask him quizzically?” “For your pleasure” he replies with a smile. “Well then, better put it to good use!” He helps her up, her legs still a little shaky, and whispers “Where would you like your package delivered?” Cheri smiles, a mischievous smile, and says “My bosses office is open, that door over there” as she point to the door by her cubicle. He helps her over to it and she open the door to the dark office. He kisses her as she backs in. Feeling the desk behind her she says “Just deliver it here” and wraps her arms around him. She feels him pick her up and place her on the desk. She lifts her legs to wrap around him as she feels his cock rubbing against her clit. She feels his hand move between her legs and she feels him guide himself against her womanhood, the full head of his cock slowly sliding up and down between her lips, each passage rubbing against her clit on the way down and again on the way up. She can feel her wetness on him and she feels her desire building. “Damn it, I want it now” she growls, just before she feels the head of his cock slowly slide inside her. The pleasure wells up through her and she feels herself cum, hard, just from the head of his cock sliding in. She feels his lips against her neck, kissing, nibbling, as he slowly pushes further into her. She hears her own gasps as her orgasm begins to subside, then another come crashing through her as he nibble her neck. She Pulls him against herself and is rocked by another orgasm, this time from him nibbling on her ear as his cock goes deeper inside of her, filling her, sating one of her desires while firing another. Just as slowly as he had pressed into her, she feels him sliding back, slowly, until only the tip of his cock is still within her. She feels him thrust, quickly, filling her and sending pleasure coursing through her. She feels him pulling back, ready, then thrust again, this time nibbling on her neck as he enters her more deeply than before. Again she feels herself cumming against his cock, the fullness of him filling her. He begins pushing in, pulling back, pushing in, a steady rhythm building. His kisses continue, then she pauses him, asking him to take off her blouse. With a smile he obliges, her white tank-top coming over her head, her dark hair flowing out behind her, her succulent breasts released. He lowers her to the desk and resumes his steady rhythm, his hands exploring her chest and her now freed breasts. As he rocks in and out of her, Cheri feels his kisses upon her chest, her breasts, then her nipple. She looses count of the number of times shes cum so far as he treats her nipples the way he treated her clit, her desire burning bright as his insistent cock goes deeper and deeper inside of her. Then she feels the tip of his cock deep within, presses against her cervix, and she feels her entire body go ridged with her orgasm. She feels his cock pulsing within her, and she is overcome with wave after wave of pleasure. The two stay locked together, panting, for what feels to Cheri like hours. Her hands feel sore from how hard she's pulling him to herself. Her legs are limp, and she feels herself drained as her passion dwindles. She can hear her breathing slowing, returning to normal, and she can feel his still firm cock slowly withdrawing from inside of her. “OK, I think I can sign for that package now”. Cheri smiles and blushes as he straightens. Looking him over she realizes while he still has his shirt on and buttoned, his short are no where to be seen. Instead she sees his still erect manhood just beginning to subside. “Before I do though, I have to ask. Do you always wear a condom when making your rounds?” He looks down into her face as he helps her to stand. “No, but I've been carrying one ever since I made my last special delivery to you.” Cheri's face shows her puzzlement. “What delivery?” He grins broadly “When I dropped of your birthday cake. You told me you loved it, then said you were hoping for another present to”. Cheri's hands fly to her face as she begins to blush “You remembered? Ohh Myy Gee”. He pulls her in for kiss, long, passionate, and slow. She feels her legs going weak just before they break their embrace. “OK.. Really, I.. Uhh” She hears him chuckle slightly. “Need to help me find my shorts and sign for your package? Or is there something else?”. Cheri feels herself blush from head to toe. Her body is screaming for them to continue but she knows if they begin she won't be able to walk after. “Well, I kinda need you to help me back to my desk, first.” With his help she gets back to her seat with only one or two minor bumps. “Wohoo, I made it!” she thinks to herself as he helps her to sit. She watches as he steps back into his shorts and pulls them up. “Aww, my nice view went away” she pouts, then smiles up at him, “guess I'll have to wait until you come again”. “So you liked your delivery? Would you order again?” Cheri can't help herself. She laughs. She laughs till tears come roll down her cheeks. She's not sure if its because of how surreal this entire day has been, because of how well they clicked, because she finally found a guy who could make her toes curl, or because she just watched a guy put his cloths back on at her desk. She grabs him, pulls him into a hug and doesn't let go. He strokes her hair as she laughs herself silly. Catching her breath Cheri releases her grip on her tall lover. She catches her breath, finally asking that question that's been burning in her mind since he came in the door. “I gotta ask, I know, its silly, but I gotta ask cuz I can't keep calling you King all the time. What is your name?” This time its her turn to watch, helplessly, as he starts laughing, a deep full laugh. She sees his hand flailing, pawing at the tablet he has her sign on every time he makes a delivery. The same table that shoots her an Email every time she signs for an invoice. His hands finally bring the screen to life, no mean feat with how ardently he's laughing. Finally he presents to her the familiar screen for her deliver. She sees where she signs and she sees where he's pointing. “Delivered by: John King”. Cheri's eyes glaze over. In her mind she sees her inbox. She sees the folder for deliveries. She sees Johns name. She's laughing again. He's laughing. They lean into each other, bellowing out a stream of belly laughs, chuckles, snickers, smiling gaffs, and pealing merriment. Minutes stretch by before they regain their composure and Cheri can finally hold her hand still long enough to sign. As King, John, does what ever it is he needs to with the table Cheri's mind races. What has she done? What have they done? Was it right? What happens next? Her eyes settle on an Email she's tacked to her cubicle. “King? John? Do you like movies?” “Some, depends mostly on which one and who I'm with... Thinking of something?” “Maaaayyyybeee.... You see, there's this thing in the park. They show movies every Friday and Saturday night, and if your not busy, I was thinking it may be something you'd be interested in.” Cheri hands the flier to King. Looking it over he seems to ponder it with great weigh, as though studying a tomb of ancient secrets. He kneels besides her, bringing his hand up so he can rest his chin upon it. “The real question, you see, is if your going to be seeing any of them. It would be a long way for me to drive just to watch a movie by myself.” Blushing, Cheri lets out a “Mmmaaayyybbbeee I was thinking of seeing this on? Leap Year, its this fun and funny movie I love watching.” “If your going to be there, I'll just have to come down and see what the fuss is about.” Cheri looks up at King and smiles. “And don't worry, I keep my work phone with me, in case you were wondering. The one the you've got the number for, in case you need to change a delivery or arrange a pickup? Its on all the Emails we send you”. Cheri lets her head fall back on the chair as she starts laughing again. |
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