(After a four month hiatus, here's another story. My thanks to Aquagal for the story idea as well as Magical Hands and Spicy Southern Belle for reading it over for me.)
As if Greg couldn't have had a worse day, he stood before the dispatch computer looking for his next delivery. Earlier that day, his boss at his main sales job told him that he would have to seek another place to work due to his lacking sales numbers. This plus the fact that he still had a ways to go to earn the money needed to buy his girlfriend's engagement ring put him on edge already. He hadn't even called her to tell her the news yet. He was worried that her lawyer father would use it as another reason she shouldn't be with him besides his supposed commitment issues and the ten year age difference. Now he found himself hoping for another good delivery since the rest of night saw dismal tips.
As he looked again at the screen, he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. Unlike the other drivers that wore the official hat, he chose to look more casual. He believed in putting the customer at ease more than being a company guy and he hated the light green baseball caps anyway. As he tried to keep his mind off of his problems, a familiar address crossed the screen. He looked both ways before he started typing in his code to claim it. The address was one of his favorite customers even though it was also one of the hardest addresses to find. He found it purely by luck the first time and ever since, he tried to never allow another driver to catch it. As he thought about how much she would give for a tip this time, he heard the familiar sound of the person cutting telling him the order was ready.
After she placed the order, Ms. Flowers was debating whether her idea was a good one. Ever since her ex-husband left her for his personal assistant, she has had a dry spell on men in her small town. It was like the Cheers bar where everyone knew everyone and she knew she couldn't get the kind of guy she wanted. All the men in her suburb were married, gay, ugly or just undesirable and she knew that there was one fella who worked at her favorite pizza place that might help her with her itch.
Her plan was already in motion. Her usual pizza order was already made. She just had to change her outfit to be ready for when he arrived. She quickly walked into her bedroom where pictures of her two kids were sitting there smiling. All the pictures of her ex were already put away and she was lucky enough to have her plan happening on her husband's weekend to watch the kids. As she undid the red haired ponytail, she wondered allowed if he liked it up or down. She then let the thought exit her mind as she pulled her college sweatshirt up and over her head. Her black lacey bra was next so that her C-cup breasts hung free. She liked the feeling of the cold air on her nipples as she touched them a little before she remembered she had more to do.
Her sweatpants went next as she fell onto the bed. She could feel the air cooling the wet spot on her panties as she started reaching for them before she had second thoughts. What if it's a different driver, she thought before she decided to make sure it was him first. She then reached for her yellow apron that was liberally decorated with red chili peppers. As she tied the string, she could almost hear his car driving up in front of her house. She hurriedly went to the living room to make sure the rest was ready.
Greg arrived at the house about six minutes before the scheduled time. Since he knew exactly where the house was, he was hoping this would be one of Ms Flower's generous nights. He was still nervous. It wasn't because he didn't find her attractive. He thought she was a very beautiful woman and thought it was crazy that her husband left her. He heard rumors around town about her ex-husband's escapades with his personal assistant and the temptation of a fling with her was far too tempting. As he walked to the back of his SUV to grab her order, he sighed. He remembered what his father told him about how you never find all the eligible ones until you are spoken for. As he walked up the walk way, he had no way of knowing that he was being watched. He stepped onto her porch and rang the doorbell.
Meanwhile, she saw him through the window and noticed it was him. As she got ready to go to the door, she quickly lifted her legs and pulled off the black boy shorts she was wearing so that she was completely naked under the apron. She then swallowed and took a deep breath before answering the door.
"Hello there Greg, how are you tonight?" she asked in a sultry voice as she felt his eyes looking her over. It had been a while since she felt so slutty and so attractive.
"Um...Hi Ms. Flowers. Here's your order?" Greg could feel his cock harden under his khaki shorts as he saw her body under the apron. From what he could tell, she was at least topless underneath. He wondered in his head what the occasion was.
She could tell he was caught. "Let me go get the money. Um...can you come in since I think I left my purse in the living room?" she asked trying to keep up the sultry act. She then turned and started walking towards where the purse was set already knowing his reaction.
