Story for Cheri Chapter 2
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Posted:Oct 28, 2016 2:07 am
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“Ouch... God DAMN it..” Cheri was not having a fun time. She knew she should just relax a little, not try and rush, and just get dressed. Instead she was trying to hurry, trying to make everything perfect, and succeeding only in slowing herself down. Frustrated she set the brush down, counted to ten, then went back to brushing dark locks, this time intent on not pulling any out by the roots. She could feel herself getting anxious as soon as she started, wishing that she could just finish up and get going to the park.
“OK, hair done, makeup on, bra on BEFORE I put anything on my face, now its time for the easy stuff”. Cheri smiles to herself in the mirror, a vision dripping sex appeal if she does say so herself! She goes to her closet, the chamber of horror so often faced before. This time is different. This time she knows what she's going to wear and where she put it. So long as her cloths haven't rearranged themselves since this morning she is going to be fine.
The red blouse is right were it needs to be. Long sleeves, low cut in front and back, perfect for showing off her 'assets' without being tacky. On the floor it goes so she can step into it and pull it up. With some level of satisfaction Cheri compliments herself on having a top she can put on without buttoning it or pulling over her head. Next comes the skirt, the same white one King had seen her in at the office. The memory of their last encounter sends a warm tingle through her body as she takes the garment off of its hanger. Sliding it on over her smooth legs Cheri feels a wave of passion and longing, a desire for something else caressing her legs.
Dressed, makeup rechecked, and anxious, Cheri heads to the kitchen to grab her snacks and the blanket she left on the back of one of the chairs. “Not this time!” she says to herself and she goes to the fridge first, grabs the two bottles of water she's set to the side and tosses them into her over-sized blue bag. Next she grabs a couple of plastic cups from the cabinet and a big bag of caramel popcorn she'd picked up yesterday. These, along with napkins, a few wipes, a key-chain flashlight, and a bag of skittles all disappear into her bag. Walking back to her kitchen table she looks at the blanket, admonishing it for tempting her to grab it first. “On TOP this time, no more leaking water bottles for you!”
As the door closes behind her, Cheri takes a moment to savor the warm breeze. The evening is warm, the sky clear, and the sun just deciding to set. With each step Cheri feels both anxious and exhilarated. Each step takes her closer to the park, closer to tonight's movie and closer to finding out if King is going to be there. She savors the anticipation, looking forward to what tonight may bring. Crossing the street she is greeted by the usual crowd, each pair or group staking out its own place before the large screen.
Looking around she sees many familiar faces. She sees an old couple she's seen at every movie here, she sees a trio of friends sharing the first bottle of wine for tonight, she even sees one of her neighbors sitting on a large chair with her curled up in her lap. She doesn't see King, but isn't too worried, the movie won't start for another half hour.
As she sets about finding a place, Cheri smells something.. something delicious. Looking around she discounts the vendors ever present at these shows, none of them sell anything remotely this tantalizing. Continuing about she is drawn, almost against her will, towards the far parking lot. The smell is getting better and she feels herself getting hungry, really hungry.
She sees a large green pickup, the kind she'd expect a work crew to ride around it. Over the top of the cab she sees a steady stream of smoke, white and wispy. Following her nose she rounds the tail and is captivated by the site before her.
Standing before a camping grill, a small stove on its own fold up table, is King. He's wearing jeans that draw her attention quickly to his firm behind. Up from there she follows the loose fit of his shirt to his face, deep in concentration as cuts strips of chicken before searing it in one pan. He works quickly and methodically, heating the precooked pieces and giving them a fresh flavor.
“Woww...”. Not her most eloquent, but most suitable for how she feels. He's here, and he's cooking! She sees him look up and smile, a broad grin that lights up his face. “I was hoping you'd get here soon, but I wasn't sure when you'd make it. I hope you don't mind that I took a little liberty and assumed you hadn't eaten?”
“No, Nope, ahh, Well.” Cheri feels the warmth on her cheeks as she blushes. “Let me guess, you did but you won't object to me having some?” he says, then chuckles. “No, that's not what I mean, It smells REALLY GOOD”. He laughs lightly, the look of hunger obvious on Cheri's face. “Don't worry, I prepped everything ahead of time, just needs to cook a little. I'll be ready to serve in five minutes.” “I can't wait!” Cheri exclaims, then is a little taken aback by how bold she sounds.
She watches him open a cooler and pull out a covered mixing bowl and ladle. He starts up a second burner and puts a pan on it. As it heats, he digs out a paper plate in a wicker holder and places it on the table besides the stove. After letting the pan warm she watches as he ladles out two scoops of a white batter and spreads it around, thinly, on the hot pan. As it cooks he flips the pieces of chicken, all now crispy and brown. Quicker than she would have though he pulls out a spatula and puts the crepe onto the waiting plate. Reaching into the cooler again he pulls forth a small pastry bag.
Inside the crepe goes cut up chicken, some shredded cheese, and some spinach and mushrooms. With a deft hand he rolls the crepe up, the squirts a little of the contents of the bag on top. Pulling out a knife and fork he presents the delicious smelling crepe to Cheri. “I hope you like it, I'll be making a few more, so let me know when your ready for another.”
Cheri can't believe her eyes. She can't believe what she smells, nor that she sits on the open tailgate. The taste of the fresh chicken crepe with hollandaise sauce sings on her tongue, each bite trilling her taste buds. Looking down she realizes she finished the first one far quicker than she'd have though, but King seems to have anticipated, and has another ready for her.
Cheri basks in the warmth of the evening, delighted by the meal she is being served. She stops him after she's consumed three of the delectable treats, afraid another would make her burst. As she relaxes, her stomach full, she begins to really take stock in the truck she is sitting on.
The bed is lined with some hard plastic, rather standard for a work truck. Behind the cab there is the almost obligatory tool box, one side open on the top. This is being used to support, well, something under a green tarp. King finishes his dinner with the same gusto Cheri displayed, projecting a zest for life Cheri finds oddly intoxicating.
As the sky darkens she watches as King quickly puts away everything except the stove and its table. She feels herself smiling at him the entire time as she appreciates how domestic he is being. “Hadn't we better find someplace to sit? The good spots are gonna be gone but we should still find someplace on the grass where we can see the screen.” King smiles back at her “Funny you should mention that. I kinda cheated when I parked here. Let me show you.”
She watches as King climbs up onto the back of the pickup and folds down the green tarp. Against the tool box is what looks to be the back bench seat from a van, including fold down headrests. “I'm borrowing this from my friend Rick. He set it up a while ago for when he goes fishing. He likes parking on the pier and casting off the side. The coolers got some white wine and some sake, I hope you like it.”
With his help Cheri climbs into the bed of the truck and takes a seat. She realizes he had to have spent a some time figuring out where to park since they had a very clear view of the screen. As he starts rooting around in the chest she asks him what he's looking for. “I've got a blanket in here, just gotta dig it out”. She taps his leg and shows him the softness she brought, smiling up at him with a mischievous grin. “Think this will work?”
Settling down next to her King spreads their cover down, making sure their feet are nice and warm. Over this he pulls the tarp, whispering “Watch this little trick”. Cheri watches as he hooks the tarp to the sides of the bed, concealing them, their blanket, and anything they may be doing with a sea of green. “This should keep us nice and toast, plus it will make sure your blanket stays clean”. “What happens if I don't want it to stay clean?” Cheri asks through an impish grin.
The two snuggle under the covers, watching as Leap Year starts on the screen in front of them. Cheri leans her head on Kings shoulder, her hand resting on his leg... initially. As the movie plays, Cheri finds herself distracted. She has a hard time concentrating on the scene before her, more and more of her attention resting on the man beside her. Her hand, as of its own volition, begins to caress his leg. She feels her hand stroking up and down, her nails running along his jeans. She feels him relax, his legs parting. She snuggles closer to him, her hand idly stroking his leg.
Inwardly she begins to feel nervous. She sees the crown in front of them. She feels her body grow warm. She feels her hand grow bold. King places his arm around her shoulder and begins stroking her hair. She feels her hand moving under his shirt, rubbing his belly, then his chest. Breathing deeply she savors his smell. She closes her eyes and delights to the feel of his skin under her hand. She opens her eyes. A devilishly delightful idea comes to mind. With the tarp over them, she realizes there is a fair amount of open room between it and the blanket she brougt.
Smiling to herself Cheri lets her hand work its way down. She feels his belly, then down to the button on his jeans. Cuddling closer she allows her head to slip under the tarp, his hand trailing hesitantly. She undoes the button on his jeans and is rewarded by the feeling of his manhood growing long and thick. She undoes the zipper. Her eyes go wide as she realizes he decided to go “Commando”. At her urging he lifts his hips slightly, just enough for her to pull his jeans down enough for her to appreciate how turned on he has become.
Her fingers stroke his now hard cock. She feels him twitch in her hand and she smiles to herself. She hears his breathing become fast and shallow and she feels an overwhelming urge please him. Moving further under the covers she runs her fingers up and down his hard shaft. She feels herself becoming far more aroused as she sees what effect she is having on him. She pulls his jeans further down allowing him to spread himself before her.
Smiling wickedly Cheri decides to enjoy teasing him. She begins by kissing his thighs, his abdomen, his firm shaved balls. She runs her nails over his skin and hears a moan escape his lips. She watches his cock twitch and bounce before her, his hips rising and dropping with her caresses. She feels herself becoming more and more turned on by his obvious arousal. “I wonder if this is what its like for him when he went down on me?” she thinks to herself, hoping he enjoyed himself this much.
His hands are at his side, clenching and releasing. She toys with him for long minutes, her hands slowly working around his hard cock, her nails lightly raking his thighs and firm balls. She can hear him panting and decides she must do something more.
She lets her tongue lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and slowly working its way up to the tip. She can taste his arousal, salty and musky. She can feel him twitching, almost shaking at her slow erotic torment. She licks her way around the tip of his cock while her hands gently caress his thighs. She can feel him shaking beneath her, his arousal all but torture. She slowly, gently, lets her lips close around his cock.
She feels his cock, warm and firm. She tastes him, his arousal. She breaths him in as she gently sucks on him. She feels his firmness sliding between her lips, slowly, as she engulfs him. She takes the tip of his cock in, sucking gently, then slides him almost all the way out of her, just her lips touching the tip of his cock. She slides him in again, slowly, delighting at the sounds he makes. She feels his body trembling beneath her. She feels her desire for him, his warmth, his firmness, and she thrills in the feeling. She allows herself to go a little faster, each time luxuriating in the silky texture of him between her lips. She feels him bucking beneath her, his desire rapidly rising. She feels greedy though, intent on making this last.
Cheri opens her eyes and watches as she slowly sucks his cock in. Her eyes are fixated on the shaft slowly disappearing within her warm embrace. She warps one hand around the base to both keep him steady and to keep him in place. She allows herself to go a little faster. She feels his hands on her back, his fingers stroking her. As she intensifies her languid torment of his sex she feels his nails raking across her soft skin. Inwardly she smiles, complimenting herself on her choice of blouse. Outwardly she moans around him as his desire fans her own.
Cheri feels herself become impatient. She knows he is enjoying what she is doing, but she feels herself becoming more and more wet, more and more desirous of being pleased. That she is hidden under the tarp and can't allow herself to as much... freedom of movement... as she is use to just heightens her need, her wanting, her need to him to be satisfied. She sucks him harder, her longing firing her as she goes faster and faster, working up to a feverish pace.
King cannot contain himself. Cheri feels him, tastes him as he release himself inside of her. She feels his warmth on her tongue, his cock emptying itself. She feels his firmness as he twitches and contracts, each mated to a release of his thick cum. She slows herself, gently sucking him as he continues to release himself. She feels him slow then settle under her. She feels his cock, still hard, sliding between her lips as he quivers underneath her. She allows him to subside then slowly slides him from her wet lips.
Cheri reaches into her bad and pulls out a couple wipes to clean King up. She feels him relaxing, the tension flowing from his body as she carefully cleans him. She feels him moving about and hears the crunching of ice. As she pops her head out to the now cooler night she see him handing her a small blue bottle with an opaque liquid inside. She can't read the label but recognizes it to be Asian.
Unscrewing the top she is surprised at the sweet aroma. Sipping, she is delighted by a sweet flavor and just enough kick to help clean her mouth. What she did for King was certainly delightful but its after taste wasn't as good as dinner.
She feels Kings lips against her neck and hears him whispering “Thank you” over and over, each accompanied by a gentle kiss. “You made dinner so I had to make desert, simple as that” she chuckles, “course you get to figure what your having now.”
King keeps kissing her neck, then down to her shoulders. She feels his hand caressing her thigh much as she had done. He begins to tease her much as she had teased him. She finds his hand on her back, holding her close as he kisses her chest softly. She feels... something... on her back. His kisses become more insistent and she can feel his hand searching higher up along her thighs. She feels a waive of pleasure flow through her as his caresses become more... intimate... coming closer and closer to her hot sex.
She feels his kisses slowly working their way up her shoulder, nibbling along after he reaches the top. She feels her legs parting, inviting him to go further. He playfully bites her top and pulls it to the side. As it moves she feels her breast come loose of both her bra and top. Gasping with surprise she figures out what his had was doing. Smiling at his mischief she lets her head fall back as he starts kissing her chest again, this time working down.
She feels his tongue on her breast as his fingers start caressing her nether lips. She feels his warmth as she grabs the back of his head and pulls him to her. She feels his fingers delicately avoiding her most intimate place, teasing her as he stokes her passion. She feels herself squirm under his delicate touch, both her sex and her nipple begging for attention they are being deprived of. Both hands on him now she decides she needs to move things along and pulls them both down under the tarp.
Concealed form others, her head resting on the seat cushion, Cheri becomes more demanding as she guides his mouth to her waiting nipple. She feels his tongue, quick and agile, tasting her as his lips warp around her hard teat. She feels her hips bucking as her hot sex craves his attention. She feels his deft hand closing around but not reaching her wet womanhood. Raising her hips much as he had earlier Cheri pulls her flimsy panties off and allows herself to open before his touch.
Holding him close Cheri bites her hand to keep from moaning aloud. His tongue is driving her crazy and his fingers are refusing to sate her desire. His hand has chosen to be particularly bratty, she can feel his fingers caressing her clit through her labia lips. Each finger is pressing in, each is moving, each is being utterly unwilling to part her and really give her more pleasure. In the midst of her delicious torment a moment of clarity overcomes her. She hears the movie. She hears the car, rolling back, going down into the water. Unable to help herself Cheri giggles uncontrollably.
“Is everything OK? Did I tickle you?” King has a sound of worry in his voice. “Naa, your just driving me crazy because your not getting me off and the movies had one of my favorite scenes”. “If that's all” chuckles King as his tongue resumes its assault on her sensitive nipple, his hands never straying from between her legs. Cheri closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling of him, his mouth, his fingers deliciously teasing her.
His fingers become more insistent. They slow but become more forceful, each movement bringing her closer and closer or climax. With inevitable force he slowly draws her pleasure forth, her hard clit tantalized by the constant movement of his fingers. He strokes her through her own labia, each movement bringing with it more and more pleasure. At last, unable to resist, she feels her body start to tremble, to shutter as pleasure courses through her.
Grabbing King by the hair she drags his lips to her, kissing him hard. She feels herself cumming as she moans into his lips, her body afire with passion. His insistent fingers continue their stroking, bringing her passion swelling within her. Each slow, determined movement bringing her over the peak to orgasm, then allows her but a moments respite before she crests again. Each movement brings her passion crashing into her, her body awash in pleasure.
Panting between orgasms, Cheri feels King's fingers slowly and gently parting her wet lips. Her eyes fly open as expectation mixes with a momentary twinge of fear and surprise. His fingers slowly part her lips and move their way toward her hard, wanting clit. She feels him stroke her tender and hungry clit and begins cumming harder and harder. She watches as her world shrinks to his face, his eyes. She can feel nothing other than his lips against hers, his fingers spreading her wide and stroking her clit, and the pleasure welling up within her. She hears a soft, passionate moan. It takes her long moments to realize they're coming from her, mixed with her quick panting.
Time looses its meaning. For Cheri there is pleasure and the constant feeling of King pleasing her. Cheri dimly knows there is an else, but it is nothing compared to the desire she feels and the pleasure she is experiencing. She feels herself quaking in his grasp. She feels his hand between her thighs. She feels his fingers. She feels bliss.
As she continues to cum Cheri finally feels something new, a cooling, a receding, as her body relaxes. She feels her legs spreading, not remembering when she clenched them together. She feels King responding, slowing his pace. She feels... deflated... as her body goes limp, her passion draining as the endless flow of pleasure slows to a trickle. It feels good to have King kissing her and his fingers still elicit their own special Ecstasy, but for now she feels her desire sated. King lets their kiss break as he slows his fingers, then slips them from between her legs.
“Got more of these wipes?” he asks with a smile. A vague nod is all Cheri can muster to answer with. He looks in her bag, gets out a couple, and cleans her warm arousal from her legs and sex. She feels her breath slowing and the world returning. Listening, she remembers they are at the movie in the park. “The castle” she mumbles before closing her eyes.
Cheri feels warmth and contentment. She feels King wrapping her in her blanket, then wrapping himself around her. She feels his warmth and savors the intimacy they find hidden from view. She curls against him and allows herself to simply enjoy a moment that stretches to seconds, then to minutes. Cheri is spent and content.
Sound brings Cheri's attention back to her surrounding. She is laying on her side cuddled under her blanket. She hears... applause. Listening she realizes the movies is still going, but is towards the end. She chuckles because she remembers the scene so clearly... Anna pulling the fire alarm to get out of marrying the wrong man! She's not sure if she dozed off or was just completely relaxed, but she does feel Kings arms wrapped around her and knows she'd never do that to him.
Cuddling closer, she feels that King is enjoying being next to her in a very … big... way. Reaching behind and holding his hip, she pulls him closer and can feel that he's aroused again. “So whats gotten into you, King?” she ask seductively. “I don't think is whats gotten in me that's the question, it what going to get into you that is.” Her starts kissing her neck from behind, reaching up an moving her hair aside. She feels his warm breath against the back of her neck. Goosebumps chase each other along her back, trying to keep pace with something else, her own libido.
Moaning softly Cheri allows him to kiss and nibble at will. Her neck, her ears, her cheeks, then her lips are each in turn subjected to his passion, his desire. She rolls onto her back, her mouth eager for Kings. She feels him under her hands as he moves on top of her. She feels him pressing against her, his firm body moving under her fingers. She feels like a naughty school girl under the bleachers, afraid she's going to get caught and trilled by the idea.
Kissing each other Cheri feels his desires between her legs. Awed that he is ready and more than willing for another round Cheri feels her own lust rising, swelling within her. “God do I want to make love to you right now” King whispers into Cheri's ear. “No, you wanna fuck me, fuck me hard!” she whispers back. “If I'm gonna fuck you, were not doing it where are going to walk by when the movie ends. Let me pull up my pants then we'll go where I can really fuck you. And leave your panties off”
Assertive King is, if anything, hotter than considerate King. Cheri really wants him to fuck her. “You'll fuck me real good King?” she asks, a pout to her voice. “Your going to satisfy me. I want to fell you cumming your brains all over my cock. You fell best when your cumming and I'm feeling greedy”. “Assertive King is so fucking HOT” Cheri thinks to herself as she meekly waits for him to pull his pants up.
King is quick and effective in repacking the pickup. Dinner, plates, pots, and the stove get stowed in the back. Cheri's bag and blanket go in behind the passengers seat in the cab. King helps her down from the back then climb up and ties down the tarp, covering the seat in the bed. Helping her into the passengers seat he tells her “Lower the seat all the way back, then grab the head rest with both hands.”
King closes the door and heads to the drivers seat. Given a moment to think, Cheri swears to herself “Damn it if I didn't find a guy who listens.” She remembers a rainy when King had come by the office. She was reading a trashy romance novel, with an emphasis on TRASHY. They got to talking and she had described the first sex scene. The guy said they should “Make love”. The Heroine said “No we should FUCK”. From there he got dominant, she got really turned on, then they went at it in her fathers office.
King opens the drivers door and climbs in. He starts the truck and pulls out slowly. As they leave the parking lot he reaches over and spreads Cheri's legs, pulling her left leg up onto the seat and pulling her skirt up and out of the way. “Keep your hands on the headrest.” he commands as his fingers begin raking her thighs with his nails. She feels tracks of lust, desire, pleasure and need following in the wake of his firm movements. She feels herself part, ready to be taken. Her jaw slackens as she beings to pant, need battling his dominance. Her hands want to grab him, hold him, force him to please her but his firm voice keeps then lashed to the headrest. He mouth wishes to kiss him, nibble on him, suck him, devour him, but his steady hand teasing her locks her to her seat.
Cheri cannot resist him, much as her heroine could not resist her man. Cheri finds herself caught, so close to orgasm she could taste it, but unable to reach that point. She feels the night air on her wet sex, cooling the heat flowing within her. A last King slows the truck and pulls in behind a large building and they are swallowed by the night.
King turns to motor of while he continues to man handle Cheri's firm leg. She hears him sliding his jeans off and she all but drools in anticipation. She feels him move over, on top of her, his firm member pressing between her legs, teasing her clits. She feels a delightfully ridged texture to his hard cock and realizes he's already put a condom on.
His mouth finds her, rough, passionately as he continues to slide his cock between her thighs, between her lips, across her hard and wanting clit. She feels the first wave of pleasure roll over her and she trembles at its passing. It is followed by another that matches Kings movements. Each time he presses up against her she thrills to the feeling of his hard cock against her clit, then as he allows himself to recede she feels an equal ecstasy as his hard manhood slides down, between her swollen lips, caressing her clit in an entirely different way.
She feels his hands against her sides. He pulls her blouse up revealing her breasts. For just a moment she had forgotten he'd already undone her bra. Now she feels exposed, bare for the world to see. She is thrilled that they could be caught while hoping they won't be. She feels his cock sliding against her engorged clit and can't help but moan with the pleasure he is bringing her. She feel his lips leave hers and she stares into his face, for a moment, before he descends to take her wanting nipple in his mouth.
Cheri feels herself moving in time to his thrusts, savoring the feeling of his firmness against her sex. She is enthralled by the pleasure he is giving her while she feels helpless before both him and her desires. She feels herself cum with his thrusting, a very different type of satisfaction that earlier. She holds to the headrest like a life preserver, there to keep her afloat while she floats on a sea of indulgence
The he moves his hand down and guides himself inside of her. With her wetness he slides easily within, allowing her to surround and engulf his manhood with her pleasure and warmth. As he slides in Cheri cums hard, shockingly so. Her sight narrows to only his face and her consciousness narrows to him inside of her and the pleasure she is experiencing. He thrusts into her, again and again, each time with an insistence she finds irresistible. She feels herself cumming over and over, allowing herself to honor his desires. Her ecstasy is his selfishness, her tightness what he desires.
Then he starts slowing his thrusts. Cheri feels him pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, each thrust seeking further within her. She feels her legs wrapping around his body, drawing him in further with each thrust. She feels the dash under her feet as she arcs herself up to meet him. The she feels him deep within her, touching her most sensitive self. She feels the tip of his cock pushing against her cervix, each thrust pushing pleasure through her body, each thrust swelling her desire.
Cheri finds herself unable to breath, unable to see, unable to do anything but orgasm with each thrust of Kings firm cock. She cums with each movement he makes within her, she experiences every slight change as a new path to bliss. Cheri looses herself to the experience and melts into an ever extending moment of pure tranquility.
King himself reaches his own orgasm, slows his insistent thrusts, eventually slides from within her to crash back into his seat, spent. Cheri observes as though from a great distance, a place removed from mere mortal endeavors. Spent in her own way Cheri can do nothing other than to exist within a moment of bliss, an outsider to her own body.
Time returns. Once more there is day and night. Cheri accepts that she is breathing again. She knows they went to see a movie and that King made delicious crepes. Reality settles in like a warm blanket. Cheri remembers that she is exposed to the world and begins righting her cloths.
The sit and talk for a while. Each feels sated. King asks if he should drive her home since he'd seen her walking to the party. “I think you'd better take me some place so we can have something warm to drink. I really don't think my legs are working yet....”
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Story for Cheri Chapter 1
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Posted:Oct 19, 2016 10:42 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2016 11:06 pm
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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, bald 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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Thoughts to my selft
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Posted:Oct 13, 2014 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 9:40 pm
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Not sure if anyone ever will read this, but I've had a few thoughts that I just can't get a good answer to. On this site, of all places, why do the gals seem reluctant to start an IM with someone who's profile they've viewed? Same with sending a message? Unless the experience of most of the guys I've talked with in chat rooms is off, on an open site like this women still seem to want men to be the ones to start talking.
This of course means they will almost never get the guy they are most interested in to contact them. After all, if you don't go out and say "Hi", how's a guy supposed to know your interested?
On the same vein, why is it that the most kinky and perverted handles (especially with explicit pictures) belong to ladies who are the most offended when a guy comes out and asks "Wanna hook up?". If your handle is something like FuckMeInTheAssDaily, expect a guy to make some ASSumptions about what you are here for...
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Back in town
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Posted:Sep 30, 2014 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 9:40 pm
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Its odd, now that I'm back in Sac, I'm feeling a little out of things. Old habits are easy to slip on like a comfortable pair of jeans. Harder to do is to get back into the habits I'd like.
I'm not sure if its simply that I've done this before, but I don't have a lot of the concerns I did the last time I came back from deployment. Of course, that time it looked a lot easier to get back to work quickly. This time around I've got a different plan; getting back to school.
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