Chapter 2
Tiffany's beeper went off. She zigzagged wildly through the afternoon traffic as she fumbled to snatch it from her glove box.
"Let me get it," Cherry offered. She pulled it out and glanced at the number blinking on the end of the small black box. Holding it up to her friend and trying not to notice how close Tiffany came to crashing into a parked car as she studied the number, Cherry said, "Might be important."
"Yeah, might," agreed Tiffany. "Will wants me back to the store, I bet. Why bother calling when we're close? I can save a quarter for the call." Tiffany swerved, cut across two lanes of oncoming traffic and shot back to the Fancy Florist Shop parking lot in less than five minutes. She screeched to a halt and bailed out.
Cherry followed, trying to remember if her friend had always been this bad a driver. But then, if all her deliveries were like Frank, Cherry could not blame Tiffany one bit for being in such a big hurry.
"Come on into the store. Won't be a sec," Tiffany said. Cherry trailed behind. She hesitated when she saw Will pounding his fist on the counter.
"Whoa, don't go ballistic on me, Will," cautioned Tiffany. "So what if Margie walked out? She's not the first, and I doubt if she will be the last. Not everybody loves working here like I do."
"Don't get mad? Don't get mad! I'm short!"
"No way," Cherry whispered under her breath. From the side she could tell Will was anything but. The bulge at his crotch proved that.
"I need people out there making the deliveries. You can't work around the clock!" Will paced back and forth like a caged animal. He ran his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.
"Will, Will," soothed Tiffany. "Don't I always know how to get you to chill out when you work yourself up like this?"
"Not now," he said, batting her hand away. Cherry figured Tiffany and her boss must get it on big time. She envied Tiffany that. Will was one prime hunk.
"Margie's gone, so why not hire my best bud? Come on in, Cherry. Don't be shy." Tiffany motioned for her dark-haired friend to join her. "Cherry's hunting for a job."
"You are?" Will's eyes went wide when he saw her. Cherry found herself smiling almost shyly at his brazen gaze. He started low and worked up her slender legs, to her flaring hips and tight, rounded ass, to the slender waist and up a few inches more until his eyes fixed on her tits.
To her surprise, Cherry didn't mind Will looking at her with such obvious sexual interest. If another guy had done it, she might have been insulted. A flush rose to her cheeks, and she felt her nipples starting to harden. Trying to calm her rampaging desires didn't amount to much. She even felt her cooze beginning to turn juicy with need.
It had been way too long for her. As satisfying as her three-way with Tiffany and Frank had been, Cherry wanted more. She needed more.
Will might be just the one to give it to her-along with a job.
The tall, well-built man forced his eyes away from the ample surge of her boobs and finally fixed on her face. He smiled crookedly and started to say something. The words tangled in his throat. He was as tongue-tied as she was shy.
"Go on, Will, interview her for the job," Tiffany said. The blonde tossed her long mane of hair back. "I need to get on with my deliveries, unless you want me to pull double shifts all night long."
"Go on, make your deliveries," Will urged. He swallowed hard. Cherry realized she was having the same effect on him as he did on her.
"I've never worked in a flower store before," she said, not knowing exactly what to say. Cherry didn't want to come right out and ask him to fuck her, even if that was exactly what she wanted.
More than any job, that was what she wanted.
"Never mind. Come on into my office." Will pointed in the direction of the small office at the rear of the store where Cherry had spotted him earlier. She walked in ahead of him, rolling and twitching her rump just enough to give Will a real boner.
A glance over her shoulder as she sat down on the single chair in front of the desk told the story. Will had a hard time moving-because of his hard-on. She smiled, feeling both more relaxed and a lot hornier.
"Hard keeping people working these days. They get a few bucks ahead, and they move on. You aren't like that, are you?"
"I'm a hard worker," Cherry said. And she thought how much she would like to be working on something else that was hard. Hard and long and twitching and completely, sexually alive.
like Will's cock.
"Good. Pay's not too big here, but other things are."
"I'm sure," Cherry said. She licked her lips, wishing she could see through the desk. Will sat with his legs crossed, as if his prick was really hurting him. Cherry didn't know if she ought to go around the desk and simply sit on his lap and fuck herself or wait for him.
"Yeah, well, can you run a computer? We need somebody to do the billing."
"I've worked with computers," Cherry said, rubbing her legs together to relieve her tension. It didn't work. If anything, she found herself wanting Will even more. Something about him turned her on in a big way.
"Good, good, and you can drive. We need you to make deliveries."
"like Tiffany does?" Cherry was about ready to explode. Her tits were swelling like balloons as her heart pumped out excited blood. She felt the nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of her dress. She never wore a bra and knew Will had to see the hard tips of her boobs.
"Sure. She's the best. Don't know how she scores big accounts, but she keeps the place going. Really jumping, you know." Will licked his lips again and stood, turning quickly to hide the enormous lump behind his fly. "Let me show you something about flowers."
Cherry blinked in surprise when Will grabbed a display on a small table near his desk and began pulling off the petals. He spread the soft, fragrant blooms all over the top of his desk. She was getting confused. She knew he wanted her as badly as she did him, so why didn't he make a move?
What kind of interview was this, anyway?
"Here, look, see how they are? Examine them up close," Will urged. He moved around to the side of the desk as Cherry stood and bent forward.
Cherry touched one of the soft petals, picking it up and rubbing it along her cheek. She inhaled its delicate scent. Then she lightly flicked it over her lips and closed her eyes.
But her bright blue eyes shot open when Will moved behind her. His hands rested on the taut curves of her buttocks. She sighed and rubbed her ass cheeks against his crotch.
"Don't do that. I'm about ready to shoot my wad."
"Then do it!" Cherry said, reaching around to grab at his cock. "I want you inside me!"
"No, not yet. Need my hat. Gotta find my hat. Don't usually fuck the hired help. Always problems doing that."
"There won't be any problem," Cherry cried. "I want it, damn you!" She swung around and worked at his zipper, finally getting it down. His long, hard dick surged out of its cloth prison. Cherry licked her lips when she saw it.
The dark-haired woman had thought it would be huge. She had no idea Will would be hung like an elephant! His prick was immense. And she wanted it all, every last inch!
"My hat, my hat," he moaned as she caught his hardness in the circle of her fingers. Cherry squeezed down enough to feel the powerful throb.
"What are you going on about? Give me this, give it to me!" Cherry tugged hard at Will as he struggled to reach over her and get something from his desk drawer. When she saw it was a condom, she took it from him.
"Let me do it," she insisted.
"My hands are shaking," Will admitted. "So are other parts of me. I never saw a woman who was such a turn-on. You're so beautiful!"
"Don't tell me you haven't slipped this huge muff stick into Tiffany," Cherry teased.
She took the rolled-up condom and pressed it into the tip of Will's cock. With a single stroking movement, she unrolled it and completely sheathed his pecker.
"Enough talking!" the man cried. His hands caught Cherry around the waist and swung her around. She gasped as she fell across his desk.
Her cheek pressed into some of the flower petals he had dropped. She sniffed and caught the delicious scent. Somehow, this was as exciting to her as the feel of his hands reaching under her skirt and lifting.
Almost.
Will's strong fingers probed between the meaty half moons of her ass cheeks, then dipped lower. He touched the tightly puckered ring of her anus. Cherry sobbed out incoherently at the thrill going through her. It had been too long. Too long!
And Will could never be long enough for her!
His hand slipped lower and rubbed along her hairy crack. A finger parted her cunt lips and dipped into her well. Fuck juices leaked out.
"I'm ready for you. I was ready the instant I came in!"
"You haven't had a good cum yet. Not yet, but you will," the store owner promised.
Cherry gasped as he parted her legs. She stood bent over the desk, her ass up in the air. Will stroked over her naked butt as he moved closer. She felt the rubber-sheathed cock poke tentatively at her ass-hole, then work lower. She screamed in joy when he found the wet recess he had just invaded with his fingers.
In and in and in surged Will's prick. Cherry thought it would never stop sailing into her cunt until it came out her mouth. When his upper thighs banged into her naked ass cheeks, she gasped again.
"Long, you're so fucking long," she sobbed out.
"No, I'm long at fucking, " he corrected. And he started moving to prove it. He withdrew amid a lewd sucking sound as his cock popped free of her pussy. But he never hesitated. His hips levered back, sending his hard pecker racing back where it had been.
Cherry's entire body came alive with the friction of cock against sensitive, aroused cunt flesh. She gripped the far side of the desk and shoved her tits down hard into the cool surface. Her boobs felt as if they might blow up at any instant, she was so turned on by the fucking she got from Will.
"More, more, don't slow down. You're driving me crazy with your cock. Don't stop!" she pleaded. She was going crazy with lust. Every nerve in her body screamed for more.
He gave it to her.
He began rotating his hips just enough to send his pecker thrusting in with a corkscrewing motion. He reamed her out good, and once inside, his cock pulsed and throbbed with hot desire. Every inch of the wanton woman's pussy burned from the fucking.
She wanted even more.
Cherry rubbed her tits against the desk until the nipples ached with desire. The soft scent of the flower petals Will had spread now mixed with the headier perfumes of a man fucking a woman. Cherry spread her legs even wider, sagging down slightly against the edge of the desk.
He roared back into her after a moment of leaving her entirely empty inside. Her fuck tunnel tried to clamp down hard on him and hold him, but he was too strong, too commanding. He buried himself balls-deep and then withdrew for another quick ramrod-hard thrust into her seething cooze.
Juices creaming all around the thick plug of his cock, Cherry trembled with unreleased orgasm. Every move he made pushed her just a little closer, but she never quite got there.
Until he reached around and began diddling her clit.
The touch on her go button about blew the top off her head. The orgasm racked her, shook her, released all the pent-up desires she had been holding inside for weeks and weeks.
Cherry reared up off the desk and shoved her backside into the curve of Will's groin, trying to get even more of his feverish love stick inside her. She felt him slip a bit deeper into her cunt and then another surge of emotion blasted through her.
"Can't keep going. So tight around me, so tight, so tight!" he grated out. She felt his hands working around her waist and pulling her in. She hadn't thought it was possible, but his cock expanded even more inside her.
And then the entire steely hard length of cock flesh whipped about as the man came. Will kept pumping hard, the friction setting new fires inside Cherry until she gasped weakly and let herself go. Another cum, a little one this time, made her twitch and then collapse weakly to the desktop.
"Cherry, believe me, I don't fuck around with my employees. That's bad business. But you, I mean, you're so beautiful, and there's something about you and-"
"No need to explain, Will," said Cherry. "I feel it, too." She rubbed over her well-fucked snatch. "Did I ever feel it!"
And she wanted to again. And again. It had been too long since Steve.