"Un-fucking-believable," Alice thought as she walked in the front door. "I spent the last two years letting that pervert ogle me with his eyes, and 'accidentally' brush against me, only to have that two bit whore show up six months ago and steal my promotion." She kicked off her shoes and padded across the kitchen floor in her stocking covered feet as she unbuttoned her shirt. Opening the fridge she withdrew a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Most of her anger had been vented on the car ride home, but she could still feel it simmering just below the surface. Alice downed the half glass of wine and poured herself another, savoring the sweet taste as it went down her throat. Returning the wine to the fridge she stood there in the kitchen, wine glass in hand; white shirt opened, head tilted back towards the ceiling with her eyes closed as she worked to center herself.
"I need to get laid," she said aloud, the truth of the words bringing the first true smile of the day to her glistening red lips. Walking to the living room she sat in a chair, her black skirt riding up her thighs, baring her stocking tops. Alice hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year as she concentrated on her career. Bradley had been the last man she'd slept with, and the sex drought was driving her crazy. Like any woman in her early thirties she had an assortment of toys to 'scratch her itches', but no toy could replace the feeling of a man.
Setting her glass down she closed her eyes and let her hands roam her body. A moan escaped her lips as her hand reached inside her bra and pinched her nipple. She shuddered as her other hand slid beneath her skirt, and past her thong. Spreading her legs she slipped two fingers into her pussy, the familiar sensation both pleasing and boring at the same time. Exasperated she removed her fingers and clasped her knees. Running through her collection of vibrators and dildos Alice could not think of a single one that would satisfy her tonight.
"Fuck! I need a man," she yelled into the empty room. Standing she paced the room. Going to a bar meant work: Finding a respectable looking guy and playing the flirt game with him. Then hoping beyond hope that he wasn't a perverted weirdo. Despite what every guy says, not many men seem to be interested in a woman seeking a one night stand. Most men assume they are up to something: trying to enrage an ex boyfriend, or make a girlfriend jealous. The ones that are up for it are usually not the type that Alice would want to take to bed. Frustrated she walked the room, her mind seeking an answer to her sexual desires but coming up empty.
Resigned to a night of fucking her self with her vibrators, Alice opted to order a pizza for dinner, and that's when she knew the answer. Tony's Pizza had the sexiest delivery guy around. Antonio was the owner's nephew, and worked in the shop delivering pies. He had been the topic of more than one x-rated conversation in the office over the last few months. Alice had been lucky enough to have him deliver to her three times. Tonight she would offer him a tip she prayed he wouldn't refuse. Word around the office was that Antonio was single, and an amazing fuck. Well that's what a friend of a friend's sister had said anyway.
She called in her order and asked if Antonio was working this evening. She was informed that he had been working and would be off when he got back, was there a message?
"No message," she had said. She hung up the phone with frustrated resignation, her last long shot at getting laid dashed. Filling her glass again, Alice sat down and waited for dinner as she tried to decide which of her vibrators would be the one to get lucky tonight. She had a feeling that "Big Hank and his anal explorer" would be the one, but she couldn't out her purple double headed dildo either. Tomorrow night she was going to a bar, and was going to find a man to fuck her.
Twenty minutes later she had a decent buzz going, the anger of the work day safely dissolved in wine, when there was a knock at the door; the thought of dinner gone from her mind as she tried to settle on a porno and a vibrator she walked to the door, curious as to who was calling on her. "Who's there?" she asked her hand on the doorknob.
"Tony's Pizza," came the reply in a heavy Italian accent. Her heart knocked in her chest as reality cut through her buzz. She'd ordered a pizza, hoping to get laid. They said Antonio was done for the evening but the voice coming through the door said otherwise. Opening the door she stood there, her shirt wide open, exposing her white lace covered breasts.
"Hi, the total is..."Antonio trailed off, his eyes settling on Alice's 36B chest. Following his gaze she realized she had never buttoned her shirt back up.
"Oh shit, come in," she said stepping back. Antonio chuckled as he entered the house. He watched amused as she fumbled with her buttons before giving up.
"Well I'm sure this isn't the first time you've seen a woman in a bra, come on into the kitchen," she told him.
"Not the first time, no," he said following her, his eyes locked on her firm ass as she led the way, "but surely one of the best times."
Standing in the center of the kitchen she turned to look at him, one hand on her hip, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're coming on to me." She hoped that her words would be read as the invitation they really were, and that they weren't in any way slurred.
He set the pizza on the table and looked at her. "What? A beautiful woman answers the door with her shirt open, and a guy can't comment on how nice her breasts are?" he replied.
Tilting her head she asked, "Beautiful? You really think I'm beautiful?"
"You don't think I'd have taken one more delivery if I didn't know where I was going do you?" he answered. The tension in the air was palpable. She could feel herself growing wet as her eyes roamed his hard body, imagining him deep inside her. "I have a list in my head of every great tip, and every knockout that orders. You're special because you are one of a select few that fall on both lists."
Stepping to him she placed her hands on his shoulders and said, "Thank you. That was the highlight of my day." Standing on her stocking clad tip toes she kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss lasted long enough to be considered a peck at best, but she hoped it was able to convey her wanton desire in a way words couldn't.
Looking down at her as she retreated from him Antonio ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the brief taste and feel of her succulent lips. Uncertain if her flirtation was simply that or an invitation for more he looked into her eyes, trying to read the truth of the moment. Sensing the moment was fleeing past he made up his mind. Stepping to her he put his hands on her waist. "Maybe I can make you change your mind."
"About what?" she asked.
"About the highlight of your day," he answered, pulling her into his strong arms. Their lips met as he held her close.
Alice melted like warm butter in his arms. The sensation of a man lusting for her intoxicated her more than a cask of wine could have. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled, passionate desire filling the air like a heavy storm cloud.
His free hand roamed her body as his other held her tight. Finding the bottom of her skirt he slowly worked it upward, baring her thong covered ass to his searching hand.
Alice trembled as his hand traced across her nearly nude ass. She could feel her knees buckle when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began sliding it off. Gasping as he kissed his way down her exposed chest and stomach she stepped out of her panties.
Antonio picked her up and set her on the kitchen table. Sitting before her in a chair he spread her legs and placed them over his shoulders, exposing her wet sex to his hungry mouth.
Alice moaned as his tongue flicked across her pussy. Gripping his head she held him between her legs, lost in the pleasures of his tongue and lips. "Oh shit....mmmmm yesss," she moaned as he nibbled her sensitive clit.
Antonio lapped at her juices like a starved man, letting not one drop past his lips. Wetting his finger with saliva he slowly entered her, amazed at how tight she was around his finger.
