Cheryl was doing some filing when she heard the men talking. She wasn't really paying any attention to it until she heard the words 'won the lottery'. Then she damned well listened a lot harder.
"What," Chester was saying, "Andy won it again?"
"He did," returned Mike, "and it was a jackpot this week."
"Arsy bastard," grumbled Chester. "How does he do it?"
"Ask him. There he is."
"Andy, you bastard," called Chester. "Did you really take out the jackpot this weekend."
"I did," came a laughing reply, "but keep you voice down. No need to shout it round or everyone will be wanting some of it."
"God forbid that you should have to share it," said Mike dryly. "You can, however, buy me and Chester a drink after work. I assume you're going to continue working for a while, and not heading off to Hawaii with your windfall?"
"I suspect I'll stay on for a while," came the reply. "I like the work and a man has to do something."
Cheryl heard the voices dwindle has the men continued down the hallway. "How nice," she mused. "Andy had won the jackpot, and not many people know just yet. I think the next time that he asks me out, I just might say yes."
Much to his surprise, Andy found himself having a date with the lovely Cheryl the next weekend. He had asked her before, always getting knocked back with varying degrees of rudeness, but had never let that bother him. He could put up with an acid tongue for a few minutes chatting with someone as lovely as her. The fact that she had smiled so sweetly and accepted was a real turn up. Fortunately, he had the wherewithal to provide a decent date.
Saturday night and Andy and Cheryl had dinner and then caught a show. After the show, Cheryl was quite happy to go to a nightclub for a few drinks and dances, seeming quite willing to be pleased by whatever Andy wanted, and also seemed willing to please Andy in return.
Finally escorting her home, Andy was only too willing to accept when Cheryl invited him up for some coffee before he went home.
Alone with Cheryl in her apartment, for Andy it wasn't so much a question of whether he should chance his arm but rather, how could he not? He reached over and drew her to him, looking for a negative sign and not getting one.
Bending his head Andy kissed her, finding her kissing him back tremulously at first, as though unsure that she should. Then she was kissing him back, catching fire from him and returning his kisses with her own.
Cheryl's responsiveness naturally drove Andy on, his masculine aggression coming to the fore. His hand dropped down and cupped her breast, squeezing lightly. Andy could feel Cheryl shiver slightly and her hand came up to cover his, but instead of pushing his hand away, hers just clung to him, holding his hand while he softly kneaded her breast.
Continuing kissing and stroking Cheryl with one hand, his other hand slipped her shoulders straps off, letting her dress fall to her waist, revealing two pale white globes cupped in lacy white silk.
Now Andy's hands dipped beneath the silk, finding and teasing Cheryl's nipples. One hand moved behind her and lingered on the clip of her bra. Drawing his head away from Cheryl for a moment, he sent her an enquiring look, teasing at the clip as he did so. Cheryl blushed prettily, but with no refusal coming Andy snapped open her bra. Moving slowly, he slipped the scrap of lace off her breasts and down her arms, his admiration for the beautiful breasts plain on his face.
Andy moved his mouth to the treasures exposed before him, tasting and teasing them. He gently sucked on the swollen nipples, drawing a small gasp of pleasure from Cheryl, who stood quiescent, subtly encouraging him.
Moving his hand behind her again, Andy slid his hand over Cheryl's smooth back and down to her dress. Finding the zip he slid it down and then, with a gently tug, Cheryl's dress continued its downward journey, finally lying pooled at her feet.
Standing back a pace, Andy admired the blushing figure standing in front of him, clad on in a pair of silky white bikini briefs. Not trying to hide from his gaze, Cheryl stood proudly, happy to show off her amazing figure.
Reaching over, Andy gently plucked at the waist of the panties.
"Take these off for me," he said softly.
Cheryl seemed to swallow. "I shouldn't," she said, watching him.
When Andy said nothing more Cheryl gulped, reached down and slowly rolled down her panties. Now she was standing before Andy nude, delighted by the effect she was having on him.
Seeing Cheryl nude before him Andy slowly smiled at her. He reached out and ran a finger over her shaven pussy, pressing slightly.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asked.
Cheryl shook her head slowly. "I shouldn't," she said. "This is a first date. I hardly know you."
Andy waited, confident that Cheryl would yield. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that the whole night had been leading up to this. She wanted to sleep with him, and he wasn't going to fight her off.
