I slipped and took a tumble. Caught in the branches of the tree it ripped and tore, pulling apart my dress and exposing everything.
With two more deliveries to go I have to see it through. Even with my dress pulled and open, even with everything on display.
No matter what I had to get this done.
And I can’t deny the appeal. I can’t say I don’t like the way they look at me. I can’t ignore the new feelings bubbling up inside.
I want to be seen, to have them witness everything. I want to be exposed and I want them to go further. I don’t need my tip in cash tonight.
I’ll take it in the pleasures of the body.
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“Wow,” he whispered mostly to himself, taking in the sight of me, “Well this is quite the delivery.”
I found myself blushing, found myself a little embarrassed and unable to keep up my fun and flirty act. This wasn’t a gaggle of frat guys drooling over me, this was a man staring at me with desire and intention and the hunger to make me his.
And I found that I wanted that. I wanted to know him and to take him. I wanted to find pleasure in him and have him find it in me. I wanted to please him and knew that if I did I would get more reward than I could take.
“Your pizza,” I said a little shyly, “I’ve got your pizza.”
“I can see that,” he said, reaching for it and taking it from my hands. His fingers brushed mine and his touch lingered, slowing down time and reverberating through my body in a way that lasted long after he’d pulled back.
My customer set the pizza aside and reached down into his back pocket, his hand pulled the fabric of his pants tight as he did, showing me something long and thick and hard bulging in his pants.
My eyes locked on it, unable to even really register as he counted out a few bills and held them out to me. I was still standing there staring as he reached out and gently took my hand, leading it to his as he pushed the money into my fingers.
I clenched around them instinctively, looking up at him and feeling a little faint staring into his deep and handsome eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern written on his face.
“Been,” I told him, “Been quite a night.”
“I think I can see that,” he said, his eyes flickering down to land on my bare breasts, “I think I can definitely see that.”
I wanted him. Every inch of my body wanted and needed him. Needed him more than I needed anything else.
I took the initiative, taking his hand and slipping it through a hole in my dress I pressed it against his breast as I stared into his eyes. There was a flash of hunger and of need, a flash that I was prepared to meet and exceed with a need and hunger all my own.
I felt him squeeze me, felt his fingers find my nipple and pinch it sending a spasm of pain through my body. I didn’t care, I loved it in fact, loved that and the feel of his throbbing cock pressing against my palms as I cupped and fondled it through his pants.
A drive took over my body, and I pressed on and pressed him further than I ever thought I would be willing to go.
I pushed him back and pinned him against his open apartment door. Falling to my knees in front of him I had his belt unbuckled and his zipper drawn down within a moment and then he was unleashed and he was in my hands and my tongue and lips were on him.