Cheryl rode the elevator up to her office packed in wondering who needed that much cologne and after taking shallow breaths she finally was able to breathe getting off on her floor. She was anxious to get back to work after Amber awoke after 22 years hibernating, she desperately needed to be Cheryl Matthews again. She went to her desk and started going through emails that arrived over the weekend savoring the normalcy.
She was engrossed in typing a response when she felt someone behind her, "Neil, hey, how was your weekend?" She stopped, thinking, 'Oh crap! Neil! I cannot believe I forgot about Friday...on this desk. Oh fuck I can't look him in the face.' She turned back to the screen knowing she was beet red.
"It was good, I just wanted to make sure you are ok." He said with his hand on her right shoulder, "I mean, how's your shoulder? Better?"
Cheryl turned to him, "Thanks, yes. In fact, I forgot all about hurting it until now. You have great hands. I am so embarrassed for letting myself go, I...I really have no excuse." Cheryl stammered
"It doesn't matter. As a masseuse I've seen many women let themselves enjoy the moment, you definitely are not the first, but I shouldn't say this, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever touched. But I totally understand if you never want me to touch you again, I did take advantage of your obvious vulnerability." Neil said quietly. "By the way, I talked to the janitor."
"What did he say, I mean, is he going to tell anyone?" Cheryl blurted out. "This could ruin my job here."
"Relax, he's not going to say a word. I need to talk to you though, so when you have some time and we can go somewhere private..." Neil said softly as their co-workers trickled in.
"Um, I don't know where we could...you up for lunch? I feel I owe you." Cheryl asked.
"Sure, that small Italian place off Walnut?" He replied.
After he left, Cheryl sat there wondering what deal Neil made with the janitor and why he wanted her alone. She felt herself getting wet thinking and shook her head violently getting her focus back on the response she was typing up, but regardless she couldn't think of anything but how her pussy throbbed.
They climbed into Neil's SUV and headed out of the parking garage and turned onto the street. Cheryl turned in her seat looking around the huge vehicle. "What do you need something this big for? It's not like you're a soccer mom. Don't tell me you volunteer as a little league coach."
Neil laughed, "Not a chance, never been a fan of kids. Like herding cats. No, I need the space since I have two massage tables I bring to the retirement homes and the rear seats come right out."
Cheryl looked in the back, "Christ, if my son had this for his dates..."
Neil laughed, "I'm sure he'd remember to put the seats back in, but you sure would have a popular son."
"So, tell me, what deal did you make with the janitor to keep him quiet?" Cheryl said, changing the subject.
"I'll tell you in the restaurant, we're here." He said slipping into an end spot around the back where there was shade. "I hope you don't mind walking a bit, this sucker holds the heat if I park in the sun."
After finishing their meal, Cheryl put down her glass, "So? The suspense is killing me. Do I have to have his baby?"
"I told you, he has no demands at all, just hear me out." Neil said firmly. "His name is Chuck. I feel he is a man of his word since he served in Viet Nam, special forces and when he told me he wouldn't tell anyone, I believe him. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him since, well, he looked a bit down on his luck. He replied, thanks, but there's nothing I could do. I did suggest he share a drink with me and he replied that he shouldn't drink on the job. Cheryl, this guy is a total straight arrow."
"Ok, but I'm not sure why this couldn't have been related at work." Cheryl said.
"Ok, I told him I'm having one anyhow and he sat with me. I got him to talk about his life, though he really didn't say much about Nam. He used to be a contractor, but his wife was having an affair with his foreman. Man, what an idiot that foreman must be. Fucking an ex special forces guy? Anyhow, he fired the foreman and his wife filed for divorce claiming negligence since he was working 14 hour days. What made me really pissed was, his wife and the foreman now own the contracting company he built up and they are getting married. Cheryl, you wouldn't believe how philosophically he is taking it."
"Shit, that really does suck, now I wish I could do something for him." Cheryl said.
"You can. His ex is having an engagement dinner with her friends at the Hyatt, with his money, by the way. I suggested he take you there as his date. It's this Wednesday, by the way." Neil finished.
"What? What does 'date' entail? I sleep with him?" Cheryl sputtered.
"Hell no, arm candy. You, lady are a prime piece of arm candy and if you throw yourself into the role, you could make that bitch squirm seeing her ex with you. I have no doubt you would be the hottest babe there, and if you show your assets to their max, "He said pointedly looking at Cheryl's breasts, "her fiancé might get slapped and she might see that Chuck is not suffering."
Cheryl felt her nipples pucker and immediately poke though her blouse, "I suppose I could do that, but I'm not sleeping with him. It depends on when it is and if Larry approves. Even though this is just dinner, I'm not going out on a date with another man unless he is fine with it. Is that it, anything more? Ok, I can live with this." She said when Neil shook his head.
After paying the check, they headed out to the Neil's SUV. Cheryl turned to him and said, "You know, I dreaded what demands you and Chuck might have since I was pretty exposed there. Thanks. By the way, I cannot see how Chuck is going to be able to afford the dinner, I suppose I should pick up the check?"
"All taken care of, I not only made reservations in plain view of their table, but they have my credit card number, so don't worry about it. I got this." Neil said grinning.
"Shit!" Cheryl said, "Now I really wish I'd let you do me. You are too good to be true."
"You let me know if you ever have marital issues and I'll be there for you, but for now we always have your desk...not quite Paris, but..." Neil laughed.
"Fuck, yes. I think it sounds like a great idea." Larry said hearing the plan to make Chuck's ex jealous. "We men have to watch each others' backs. What are you planning on wearing? Something really slutty, I hope." He said grinning.
"Larry, I'm not going as a hooker, just his date, or as Neil put it, arm candy. I'll wear the blue cocktail dress." She replied.
"Not a chance, we're going shopping. We need the equivalent of the purple bikini in an evening dress." Larry said enthusiastically.
"You realize you can't wear a bra nor panties with this." The young girl said handing Cheryl a weightless piece of fabric draped on a hanger, but I guarantee your man will do anything for you to get it off of you." She said with a wink.
Groaning and losing patience with the entire shopping experience she turned and went into the dressing room. She took off the bra and left her thong on and dropped the silky material over her body realizing with a jolt that the rippling soft fabric was driving her nipples wild. She looked in the mirror and saw that it was not possible for it to be any more low cut and in fact the vee cut allowed anyone to actually see her underboobs from the side. She turned and saw that the material started right at the crack of her ass and now knew why she would be able to wear her thong.
"Honey, get out here, let me see." Larry called through the door.
She pulled off her panties and opened the door a crack and peered out. "Is anyone else around?" She asked. Seeing Larry look around and shake his head she opened the door and walked out feeling like she was again naked on the set. "There's nothing to this, I can't wear this in public." She whispered.
Larry's eyes were huge and his mouth hung open. "Baby, we're getting this. I don't care if you wear it out on your date, but we're definitely getting this. You look fucking hot!"
The sales girl came over, "That dress was made for you, so many young girls like you try to wear this, but don't have the breasts to really give it shape, turn around, let me see your...Yes. Perfect. It needs no tailoring at all." Turning around she yelled across the store, "Mary, get over here and check this out."
Cheryl looked in the mirror and realized that as she moved, everything stayed covered. She had been afraid that if she were to sit, or turn suddenly, or just walk, something might bounce out, but the dress clung to her as if it were her skin. Fuck! It might as well be her skin seeing her puffy areolae pushing out the flimsy material.
"Oh my God, Kira, where did you find this girl? We've sold a handful of these regretting every one since they all looked like they were trying too hard. Turn around Honey and let me see...ok, walk over to the coats and come back. Hang on, Kira, go get those Jimmy Choos, in...7. The black ones. Hang on, we're going to see how this moves with you in heels." Mary said rapidly.
"Sir is this your wife? I'm asking because between you and me, if she's wearing this...it won't be on her long, make sure you stay with her." Mary said quietly to Larry.
"It's ok, I don't plan on leaving her alone in this." Larry whispered back.
