It was supposed to be a typical Thursday. Go to work, load the truck, and leave about 5 A.M. to make my deliveries. I was almost always the first person in the warehouse, as I like to get an early start, and get home at a decent hour. For this reason, I knew something was up, when I saw a car parked in front of the building. I knew the vehicles of everyone I work with, but this was not any of their vehicles. As I clocked in, and headed out back to unlock the truck, I saw someone leaning against my bumper. My first thought was "great, another homeless jerk, wanting free food." Regardless, I headed out to shoo them away, only to find out that my visitor was a stunning redhead, and in our company uniform, no less.
"Hi, I'm Kara. Jeremy told me to come in to train with you today." I smiled, and tossed her the keys, telling her to back the truck up to the dock. As she turned to walk away, I marveled at the way her little black shorts hugged her perfect ass, and showed off her milky white legs. If it had been literally anyone else, I would have cursed my boss for not giving me notice, but this was definitely a pleasant surprise. Kara bumped the dock like a seasoned pro, and helped me load the truck, absorbing her training as she worked. Soon, we left for our first stop.
As we arrived, I instructed her to pull one case of each product out of the truck, and bring them inside, and I would go in to do inventory. She nodded, and I took a moment to marvel at the sway in her hips as she walked away. I headed inside,, and started my inventory.
I was surprised when Kara walked in, her eyes huge. "I.. messed up, I'm gonna need your help." I followed her outside to see the cart on it's side, and drinks spilled all over the parking lot. I hadn't thought to warn her about the speed bump, and she hit it at an angle, spilling the entire cart. We spent the next 2 hours cleaning up the broken glass, before returning to the warehouse to replace what she had broken. The entire time, she apologized over and over, even after I assured her that mistakes happen.
Needless to say, by the time we returned to the first delivery, we were several hours behind, and spent the rest of the morning rushing to catch up. I was normally home by 4 P.M., but it was clear that it was going to be a late day. For this reason, I decided to stop for lunch, even though I usually skip it. We pulled into the local fast food restaurant, and parked in the back, due to the size of the truck. We were both sweaty, and Kara excused herself to wash up, as I ordered. I met her at the truck with our food, and we decided to sit on the back bumper and enjoy the shade as we ate.
It did not take long for Kara's back to stiffen up from the heavy lifting, so she stood, and sat her food on the bumper, bending slightly to take each bite. She proceeded to arch her back, presumably to stretch her muscles, but with the added effect of shoving her ample chest into my face. By this point, I was more than slightly perturbed at the delay, but understanding of her innocent mistake. I stood up, and moved behind her.
