Chapter 3
"Let me go," Cherry begged as Tiffany grabbed up the basket of flowers sitting at the end of counter. "I've been stuck in here for days!"
"Sorry, babe," the leggy blonde said, smiling insincerely. "This is a special delivery, if you know what I mean."
"I do," Cherry said in disgust as her friend hurried from the store. Cherry had worked at the Fancy Florist Shop two days and had been assigned as a clerk while Tiffany got all the deliveries to the sexy guys. It didn't seem fair.
Worse, Will had gone to a convention and left a huge gap in how the store was to be run. He might have been great when it came to using his cock, but he didn't know how to run a business. Cherry saw that right away.
Worse than the hole left because Will hadn't put anyone in charge, Cherry felt the aching emptiness between her long, sleek legs. Without even realizing it, she rubbed her snatch through her tight shorts. Tingles surged into her, but they quickly died down as she took her hand away.
Fingering herself wasn't anywhere near as good as getting all the long, quivering dick she could jammed into her. She wished some of the other guys in the shop turned her on the way Will did.
"Here's the arrangement for the wedding this afternoon," announced Hank, one of the florists working in the back room. The way he stared at her bare legs made Cherry a little irritable. She wasn't getting enough cock from Will-she wasn't getting anything right now.
She wasn't about to put up with a guy she didn't find all that attractive, even if he did have a body builder's chest and nice, tight buns.
Not that he wasn't handsome, too, in a rugged sort of way. But Hank definitely wasn't her type. Not exactly. He looked a bit like Steve, and that put her off. Just a little.
"I'll see that Tiffany delivers it on time," she said. Their eyes locked for a moment. Cherry asked Hank in a snippy voice, "Anything else you wanted? I'm pretty busy."
It was a lie, and they both knew it. Cherry was bored out of her head and, from the way
Hank's crotch bulged through his jeans, the guy was ready to do some boring. In her pussy.
"Nothing else. Uh, look, Cherry, if you have the time, I'd be glad to show you how we put these things together."
"You want to teach me flower arranging?" This struck Cherry as ridiculous. She wasn't even sure what kind of guy wanted to do that for a living. Still, Hank looked puppy dog eager, and she didn't have the heart to tell him to go fuck himself.
He probably spent half his time in the back room beating off. And Cherry was coming to think this might not be such a bad idea.
How she missed Will and his pecker!
"Maybe it's not such a good idea. There might be customers coming into the store," Hank said. He turned and went to the rear of the shop. As he pushed through the curtains, a breeze caught the fragrance of the flowers there. Cherry's nostrils flared like a young filly's. This was one benefit working in a flower shop she had never considered.
Her apartment smelled like old sweat socks all the time. Cooking odors from other apartments changed from liver to burned beans to who knew what. Simply airing it out did little good when a new wave of stink came at suppertime.
This place brought her alive with its fine aromas of living plants. She traced her fingers over a fern, letting the light touch send thrills into her body. She remembered how Will had turned her on with the strewn flower petals and wanted more.
Cherry laughed self-consciously. She couldn't blame the way she felt on the flowers. Being horny had nothing to do with smelling the blossoms, and to hell with the birds and bees.
She just wanted to get laid.
Perched at the end of the counter, Cherry waited for Frank to call and ask for a new plant. From all Tiffany had said about the man, he ordered several times a week. Since Will hadn't put anyone in charge, Cherry intended to scoop up any order and be over at the man's place in record time. But morning turned to noon and then to late afternoon and Frank didn't call.
No one called. Cherry was even more bored than before.
Wandering around the store like a caged tiger, Cherry finally pushed through the curtain to go into the back room. Hank was better to talk to than no one. She found him bent over a stack of books, studying hard.
"What are you doing?"
"Got a test coming up. I'm working my way through college, going nights and putting in my time here during the day," he said. She blinked when she saw the way the top couple buttons had come undone on his shirt. Chest hair bushier than a bath mat peeked through. She had always been turned on by hairy guys. That was why she had gone out with guys on the wrestling team in high school. And she had to admit Hank's shoulders were wide. Really wide.
She licked her lips as she moved around the room, aware he watched her every move. She tried not to put a seductive wiggle into her ass, but couldn't stop the movement. And her tits. They bobbed about, held back only by her T-shirt. Wearing a bra always made her feel confined.
Now she worried he might get the wrong idea as her nipples sprang up, tiny nubbins poking hard into the thin cotton. Cherry wiped her hands on her thighs, aware how this tightened her skimpy shorts even more and caused them to ride up between her legs.
A quick look down made her blush. She was getting moist in the crotch. Her pussy had started creaming as she eyed Hank, and now her shorts were glued to her cunt lips. Wet, tight, aroused-Cherry turned away to keep from betraying herself.
Hank wasn't that bad-looking. And the hair! She really got off on running her fingers through a man's chest hair as he fucked her. Cherry had missed that the time she had been with Steve, and Will had only a few sparse strands.
Cherry swallowed hard. She was talking herself into doing something she had insisted she would not do an hour earlier. Making it with Hank was a pipedream. And why? Will would be back in a couple days. She could wait that long.
"I'll check on the inventory. We were supposed to get a new shipment of roses in this afternoon."
"In the cooler," Hank said, standing. He stretched, his muscles rippling. He stripped off the shirt to expose a belly with rips and cuts along it. He might have had a washboard instead of a belly, he was so heavily muscled.
And the hair. Cherry blinked to keep from staring.
"Right. I'll check the delivery against the invoice. Somebody ought to have done that when it came."
"I did," Hank said, filling the door behind her. The chilly air in the cooler made goose pimples pop up all over her exposed flesh. But it also made her nipples harden even more. She took in a deep breath, causing her boobs to rise and fall.
"You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And that includes your friend Tiffany," Hank said. He entered the cooler, pulling the door shut behind him. The only light inside came from a single bulb over their heads.
Cherry exhaled hotly. Her breath turned to silvery vapor as she tried to tell him to leave her alone. But her eyes dropped to his groin when Hank opened his fly.
"I've never seen a dick that big!" she exclaimed. Cherry had thought Will was hung, but Hank was even bigger. And longer!
"It's getting mighty cold," the man said, hand around the thick base of his pecker. "Is there any way you can take care of that for me?"
Cherry dropped to her knees. Somehow, the cold made her come more alive. Her tits ached from need as her nipples hardened even more. Blood pounded through her head in tempo with the way Hank's cock bobbed up and down.
She grabbed the massive shaft and drew it close to her mouth.
"Go on," he urged. "Go on and do it. We both want it. And it is cold in here."
Cherry took a deep breath and got the fragrance of roses and carnations and a man's cock. Her lips brushed the very tip. It trembled as much as she did.
"More, give me more," he said.
She started kissing, little kisses at first and then juicier ones as she moved down his foot-long length to the base. Her nose burrowed about in the curly hair and she quickly found herself moving up his body.
Fingers traced through the mat of fur on his chest. Thrills of joy raged within the young woman's trim, wanton body. Her pussy started creaming furiously now. She nuzzled his chest, running her face back and forth to get the full stimulation of his curly, thick hair.
"I like that. Most babes seem turned off by a man who has too much these days. They like the bronzed beach bums."
"No, no, this is fine. Great!" Cherry's fingertips danced along Hank's chest and then back down, slipping between muscled flesh and his jeans. A quick shove got him out of his pants.
Again she sucked in her breath in awe. Seldom had she seen a man with such a mammoth dick. Hands trembling, she reached out and tugged at him.
"Your turn. Undress me," she said.
Cherry gasped in delight when Hank quickly pulled off her T-shirt, leaving her naked to the waist. Her nipples rubbed against his furry chest. The tingly sensations worked down into her body and ignited hidden reserves of passion. She rubbed herself over him until her tits were quivering with need.
"More," she begged. "Give me more. Give me this!" Her fingers jerked at his cock. He didn't need to be told what to do.
Hank dropped down and used his teeth to pull away her shorts. And he didn't stop there. His tongue laved over her dark-haired cunt lips and then plunged into her steamy hole.
Cherry thought she was going to cum then and there. She went weak in the knees and let the waves of delight wash over her. She put both her hands on her tits, tweaking the coppery, hard nipples until she was almost at the point of orgasm.
"Don't, not yet. The best is to come," Hank promised. He licked and kissed his way upward, pushing her hand aside so he could suck her left nipple into his mouth.
Teeth lightly nipping, his tongue torturing, his mouth sucking hard, he drew in almost the entire mound of tit flesh. Cherry tried to move away, but the man had none of it. His hands clamped firmly on her rounded ass cheeks and held her in place.
Cherry floated around, dizzy and delighted. Her body felt like a string waiting to be plucked.
Everything about making it with Hank in the cooler excited her. The cold air stimulated her, made her heart race. Nips hard with cold and desire, her tits firm and lovely, her cunt aching for more, Cherry knew she could not wait much longer.
"Don't stop now," she sobbed out. The raven-haired beauty widened her stance, opening her pussy to his massive cock-but it didn't sail up into her as she had hoped.
"Hank, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, babe. It's taking me longer than I thought getting this on." He fumbled with a condom. She couldn't tell if his fingers were numb with cold or shaking with the need for haste. It hardly mattered to her. All she could see was the thick mat of fur on his broad chest and the foot-long sausage jutting upward as he tried to sheath it.
"There!" he said at last. Cherry's fingers stroked over his chest one last time before moving around to his back. To her pleasure, his back was even hairier. She laced her fingers through the thick, curly expanse as she felt his body pressing hotly against hers.
The scent of flowers, the rush of cold air over her exposed pussy lips and nipples and ass cheeks, the strength of the man holding her, it all faded away as he entered her. All Cherry could feel was the enormous battering ram of cock flesh pounding into her pussy.
She shrieked in longing for more. Even more!
like a snake slithering up a tree trunk, Cherry wrapped her long, slender legs around Hank's waist. She felt the play of his corded muscles as he easily supported her full weight. She lifted her buttocks up a little, then settled down even farther on the spire of pecker rising to meet her cunt.
"Oh, you fill me up so. I never dreamed you were this large. You're hung like a bull!"
"Most women complain when I get inside."
"Complain! It's wonderful!" Cherry shivered as Hank began lifting and dropping her ass. The motion drove him ever deeper into her superheated interior. How could any man who filled her to overflowing be reason to complain?
Cherry didn't try to think on it. She just wanted to savor the wonders thundering through her body. The surroundings were exotic, but Hank's cock made the fucking great. And he knew exactly how to get her turned on until she screamed for release.
"No, please," she sobbed out. "Not like that."
"Too big," he said in a choked voice. "Sorry, I-"
"Fuck me, you fool," she begged. "Not those puny little strokes. Really fuck me!"
Cherry almost lost her mind when Hank obeyed instantly. She rose up on his steely column until only the head remained hidden within her pussy. Then he shoved her down-she drove her own hips down-until she felt the wet slapping of his balls against her inner thigh.
Twisting, turning, swinging around, she rose and fell on his rigid pussy pleaser. Every stroke caused new friction along her inner tissues. Her cooze creamed and overflowed around the thick plug of man meat.
Her cunt lips turned inward with a hard thrust and she felt every ripple and bump along his fuck stick with her inner muscles. Cherry stroked over his hairy back and felt the way he moved as he fucked her.
The excitement built to a point where she could no longer hold back. From everywhere, her cum crashed in on her senses. The flowers. The cold air blowing across her tits and ass. The hot shaft fucking her willing pussy. The hair under her fingertips and the way Hank kissed her neck and shoulders and nibbled her ear. It all came together in a huge orgasm that caused Cherry to shriek at the top of her lungs.
And even as she slid down from her sexual high, she realized Hank was still pumping away. She tensed her trim legs around his waist and pulled herself down even harder to get him off. The way his cock bucked and throbbed inside her, it wouldn't be long.
And it wasn't. Cherry knew all the right things to do. Her inner cunt muscles gripped down hard on his thrusting piston. No man could stand that for long, and Hank was no exception. He shot his wad, pumping furiously into her love hole.
And then his hands relaxed on her buttocks and lowered her to the floor. Cherry shivered. The heat of passion had begun to dim, but an ache remained. It had been a fabulous fucking, but she wanted more.
From the way Hank's immense prong turned limp, she knew she wasn't going to get it. Not right away.
"Later?" she whispered in his ear. "And it doesn't even have to be in the cooler."
"Yeah, it does," came his surprising answer. Seeing her eyebrows arch in astonishment, he grinned and added, "It's the only way I can keep that hot twat of yours from burning me down to a mere inch or two."
"That sounds like something I'd like to try," she said. Cherry ran her fingers over his hairy chest one last time, then shivered, gathered her clothes and slipped from the cooler.
Working in a flower shop had its advantages, she decided. And Hank wasn't half bad as a lover.
She could get to really enjoy the Fancy Florist Shop and its other employees.