Ch 7
By the time Brittany got home from her first day at Cade's shop, she was more than just hot and bothered. She'd fantasized about ways to make the rest of her vacation a little more eventful, and she barely even remembered the 20-minute drive home. She couldn't help but think about all her little encounters that had been building up since late spring, and her adventurous morning with Hal's boss felt like a tipping point for what had been several months of build-up.
If Brian had been available, she might have even considered inviting him over. She told herself it would be an innocent enough offer, even if she did 'forget' to invite his girlfriend, Cally. She imagined him coming over early that afternoon, a few hours before Hal got home. She would be working out in the living room, sweating in her tight workout clothes.
He could just watch, they could talk, she might get a little hot and decide to get more comfortable... Brittany stopped. She knew that would be too much. She'd been feeling adventurous, but inviting men over while her boyfriend was at work? And stripping in front of them? And... Brittany shook her head at the thought.
That's too far. Right?
she wondered. She remembered how Hal had practically encouraged every situation involving her and another guy, and --
Brittany had to add the caveat, talking to herself in her car, "Except Jeremy. And John. And maybe Rick on the drive home?" She bit her lip.
But then...
So Hal's boss isn't too far? I did do it for Hal. I think.
She tried to rationalize it, but decided she needed some fresh air. She got out of her car, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When no new ideas popped into her head, she opened her eyes and leaned back against the door of her car. "Well, then," she said softly.
A new thought hit her as she considered what it was she wanted. She looked up a local pizza place.
Maybe,
she thought,
it can be something more innocent?
Without a second thought, she called and ordered a medium pizza, breadsticks, a liter of soda, and wings for delivery. It was only 1pm by that point, but Brittany felt she could easily enough tell Hal she bought it for them as an early dinner. After all, it's not like she was ordering it so she could eat it right when it got there. She ordered it because Hal usually wasn't home until 4:30 or 5. Plenty of time for her to have a little more fun.
Over the following 45 minutes, Brittany paced around her living room, a spring in her step and one finger to her lips as she thought about what she was about to do. In the first few minutes, she changed out of the outfit she wore that morning and into a bathrobe that normally stayed in the bathroom. She needed to wash her blouse, anyway.
The robe was a plush gray half-robe that only covered a few inches down her legs, leaving her legs totally exposed. Without any underwear, her tits bounced generously under the soft fabric. After a few minutes pacing the living room in the revealing robe, she returned to the bathroom, and realized that she wasn't going to look too convincing with her hair dry, so she took a damp towel from the night before and wrapped her hair in the towel.
Brittany looked in the mirror. The bathrobe was short -- barely covering her mid-thighs -- and the way she'd tied the knot over her stomach left little to the imagination. She thought of what she wanted to do, and started to feel a little guilty. She watched her reflection as a frown creased her face.
Wouldn't this make Hal a little upset? Or a lot?
Her boyfriend's words worked their way around her head -- he was always telling her how they were 'good,' and that she should do things she wanted to do. Not to mention how openly he talked about her around other guys. In a lot of ways, he seemed to enjoy the way other men wanted her. Like it was an accomplishment.
Really, though, Hal would be thrilled if he found out about this.
She couldn't help but wince as those words bubbled to the surface: if he found out.
Still, I do want to do this. So Hal would just laugh and make some kind of comment about how I could always take it farther, right?
She hadn't noticed when, but she realized she was smiling again. Mischievously, but smiling nonetheless.
Feeling satisfied -- both about Hal and about how she looked -- she went back to pacing in her living room. She untied the knot on her robe and loosely retied it, making sure it didn't close on her front entirely. It left a strip of skin visible from her neck straight down to her pubis mons. The only thing covering her naked pussy was the loose knot in the robe. Her tits hung heavily against her chest, and the two melons looked like they could slip out of the robe if she tried anything other than walk in a straight line.
As her little fantasy played out in her mind, she realized she needed one more thing. Glancing around her living room, she grabbed a small end table from one of the couches and took it over to the front door. She set it down in the hallway where it would be visible from the door, then brought her purse out and set it on the end table with shaking hands.
She was back in the living room when the doorbell rang at almost 2 o clock. Brittany froze with sudden anxiety. She hadn't heard a car pull up on the driveway, and didn't notice anyone walking up to the house.
She glanced out the window and realized that a small sedan was parked out on the sidewalk with a faded pizza decal on the passenger door. She'd wanted to see who was coming up the driveway in case she needed to change plans. "Okay, decide at the door," she muttered.
Brittany took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked to the front door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob. With another deep breath, she fidgeted with the towel wrapped around her hair and opened the door.
A young man stood outside, holding a pizza box in one hand. His dark skin reflected a sheen of sweat on his foerhead and his pizza uniform clung loosely around his shoulders. He had short, curly black hair that shot straight up an inch.
His dark eyes flitted down, then back up Brittany's body. His gaze lingered for a long time on her almost-exposed tits.
"Hi!" she said to the young man, waving one hand. "Sorry about the robe, I thought I'd have a few more minutes after getting out of the shower."
"Uh, hi, uh, that's alright. I definitely don't mind," he said. "I have your pizza here. It's uh, $30.53." The entire time he spoke, he couldn't pull his eyes off her tits.
Brittany didn't mind. Her heart was pounding as she nodded, though. "Oh okay, thank you! Let me see if I have a few tens in my purse," she said. She turned around, strode two steps back to the little end table in plain view of the delivery driver, and bent over her purse.
Behind her, the young man's jaw dropped open as Brittany's half-robe easily slid up over her ass. Normally, it wouldn't just slide up like that. All it took was a little lift from her shoulders as she bent over, though. His head swiveled over his shoulder as he looked for anyone being nosy, and then he ducked low to get a better view of the blonde's bare pussy, his phone appearing in his free hand in a flash.
