Yet Another Pizza Delivery Story.
By Robokun
“That'll be 29 dollars even.” he spoke dully.
Her response was to blink in confusion, hoping the fluttering of her eyelids would jar her head into understanding. It didn't help, the pizza delivery guy still stood there, bored in front of her, waiting for payment. She looked down into the 20 dollar bill in her hand, trying to grasp how she miscalculated; a 20 dollar bill.
Her last 20 dollar bill.
Her Eyes sheepishly met his, but all she could think to say is “uhhhh...”. Her face mirrored the sentiment. Her head struggled back to the on line checkout order... she was almost certain the final bill was 14.99. Was he...pulling a fast one? Too much was going on to ponder it heavily. It was bad enough he was early, she had barely time to throw on her husband’s t-shirt to answer the door....
... And could the choice have been worse.... This was not the best garment to be greeting guests in. threadbare, sheer, and short as hell. It was an older undershirt that even her man would be embarrassed to wear to the door. And here she was, standing in front of a complete stranger, one hand holding a dollar, the other pulling at the hem line to insure she wasn't giving him a show. Panties were not in the equation. She hated being late, even for a ringing doorbell.
The delivery guy’s eyes darted to her chest and her ongoing shirt battle. The tension of her fist tugging at its waist pulled the thin fabric tightly across her nipples, bringing them to attention. The fabric so thin both the dark circles of her nipples and the pink flesh of her breasts where impossible to ignore.
She looked up at him, his eyes elsewhere on her body, and said “I'm sorry, this is all I have.” He glanced only briefly at the bill in her hand, and spoke.
“I can't leave until the bill is paid in full.” His eyes dropped back to her tits.
She flushed a little angrily “It's all I have, can I just get you the rest next time?” There would be no next time; she was much too embarrassed now to ever order from this place again. She wanted him gone and to be away from the situation.
“Can't. Policy.” He mumbled. His eyes back to her chest.
She spoke loudly, “This is all I have, take it or leave it!” Inexplicably, even to her, she violently tucked the twenty into the front of his trousers. Her hand lingered, looped into the front of his pants securing the dollar bill behind the elastic. The flush of her anger made her a little light headed. What was she doing?
Her hand remained in the front of his pants.
His eyes finally left her breasts, wandered up her neck and face, and stared into hers. They said nothing. She reached deeper into his pants and felt the warmth of the dollar bill nestled next to his hardening cock. She was in shock. She kept her fingers still, but it slowly marched upwards between her finger tips. She pinched it gentle between her thumb and forefingers. It twitched and the head of it became slick and wet.
They both stood, staring at each other.
She circled her fingers around the moist head of his cock, rubbing the wetness around and around until he was completely slippery, than she pushed her hand down the shaft in one slow, slick, slimy push.
His stare finally broke, his eyes widened and dimmed. He exhaled sharply.
She slid her hand up and down his hardness; slowly. The twenty, carried up and out of his pants by the motion, dropping to the floor.
Up and down.
Up and down.