She wasn't wearing much of anything. Her nightgown was virtually transparent. Silhouetted by the light behind her, I could see every contour of her sensual body. I stood at the door, holding the pizza she had ordered, not wanting to say a word for fear the vision in front of me would disappear. The next few seconds passed like hours, but even so, it was over too soon.
She stood about five and one half feet tall. Her hair was dark brown, full and fell to a few inches below her shoulders. Her face and body were only outlines formed by the light from a lamp across the room, but those outlines created the silhouette of a perfectly formed female body. Her rounded shoulders flowed symmetrically downward to a very narrow waist. Still downward from her waist, her shape flared gently to hips, which mirrored, in width, her shoulders.
As the light was at her back, it must have been on my face. I'm certain she watched as my eyes traveled the length of her body.
Finally, she asked; "How much is it?”
As though awakening from a trance, I told her the price, as I listened to my voice crack.
She said, "Come in." as she turned and walked across the room to a small desk, upon which sat the lamp and her checkbook.
As I watched the sensual grace of her movements, it was as though she were totally naked. Her nightgown created the image that she was walking about, wrapped only in a thin mist. Somewhere in the room was a stereo from which came soft music; and with it, the gentle aroma of perfume worked to charm the senses. As she leaned over the desk to write the check, I could see her face in the light. She was beautiful. Young, around twenty-five, I would guess with dark eyes, and a soft smooth complexion. In this light, I could now see her breasts. They were fairly large, though obviously firm; and her nipples were erect. Could it be possible that she was actually unaware of the vision she presented to me.
I will be thirty-four on my next birthday, and I don't normally deliver pizza. I own the pizza shop, along with seven others; and had this not been the last delivery of the night, one of those kids that works for me would have been standing there in my place.
As she tore the completed check from it's binding, she said; "I don't think I've ever seen a pizza delivery boy who drove a BMW."
She walked across the room toward me. I tried to maintain some since of coherence to my thoughts, although my eyes were glued to her body. As she handed me the check, I explained to her that I was not a delivery boy, but that I would be happy to make her deliveries personally, anytime. She laughed softly but sincerely, there was a certain amount of veiled sadness in her voice. Realizing that if I stood there gazing at her any longer I would appear foolish, I thanked her for her patronage, and turned to leave.
Expecting to be alone, standing outside her door in less than a second, sensory shock raced through my system as I heard her voice and felt the gentle touch of her hand on my arm.
"Wait.” She said. “Why don't you stay and join me in a slice of YOUR pizza. I'll pour you a glass of wine."
I turned back around to face her as she spoke. There was gentle sense of pleading in her voice.
As though embarrassed by her sudden boldness, she asked; "Does white zinfandel go well with pepperoni?” as she walked toward the kitchen.
I didn't answer; I just stood there and watched her walk. She was still naked, wrapped only in a mist.
Not knowing exactly what to do, I walked over to the desk and picked up the pizza. I saw her glass of wine on the coffee table in front of the sofa, so I stepped over near the sofa and stood there for an eternal moment.
