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.
Brittany's fingers were shaking so badly, she couldn't seem to unclasp the main pocket on her purse where she kept her cash. She knew she was completely exposed, and judging by the "stiff silence" behind her, the guy wasn't about to complain. The thought of the young man checking out her round ass, her tone legs, and ducking down (she heard that) to check out her tight -- now wet -- pussy was quickly converting her anxiety into horny excitement.
Suddenly she was holding two twenty dollar bills in one hand and standing up with a fistful of change. Before turning around, she tugged on the loose knot around her stomach, almost undoing the knot entirely. She turned around, and with the first step, her tits pushed against the inside of her robe and jostled the knot loose. With her second step, the knot fell loose and the robe opened wide, baring her tits -- and her cunt, if he took a step down one of the steps -- for the young man.
The phone had disappeared back into his pocket, but the young delivery driver's shocked expression remained. "Um, w- w-wow," he said.
Brittany ducked her head as she held out the cash. "Oops," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry about that!"
Instead of tying her robe, she rapidly handed the man both twenty-dollar bills and counted out some change. She added up fifty-three cents as she danced from foot to foot, as if trying to rush so she could tie up her robe, and then dropped several of the coins in her attempt to transfer them into one hand.
As the loose change clinked and bounced around her floor, the delivery driver pulled out his phone again. Brittany fully bent over to pick up change. A little smile was on her lips even has her hands quivered in excitement.
She picked up a few coins, then turned to pick up some change behind her. She flashed her ass at the young man a second time as she finished picking up the errant dimes and nickels. In the heat of the moment, she stepped one foot out wide, making sure he got a better, close-up view of her pussy. "I'm so sorry about that!" she repeated.
"Please, baby, take your time!" As she stood up, she let her robe slide down her shoulders, which prevented the soft fabric from covering any amount of her tits. It was making her flustered -- in more ways than normal, to play at being a dumb blonde, but her excitement pushed her to continue.
The delivery driver shook his head as she handed the correct change to him. "It's really no problem at all!" he said, staring openly at the blonde's bare H-sized tits.
Brittany was in full blush at this point, as her robe was practically ready to fall around her ankles. She almost let it fall, but she felt like she'd done enough already. "Um," she said nervously. "Don't, uh tell your manager about this? I don't want to get banned from getting delivery."
He shrugged and looked past her, into her house. "I could always, you know, take these inside for you?"
His eyes twinkled, making Brittany pause. She was already blushing hard. She giggled, "Um, that's okay -- today."
The young man handed Brittany the hot boxes of food and held his hand up, as if in testimony. "Don't worry about it, no need to get nervous. And I won't say a thing, as long as you promise to order more pizza during swing shift." He wore a charming smile as Brittany thought about what it might be like to repeat the stunt.
"Yeah," she said with an earnest smile, sticking her chest out a little more as she stood up straighter. "You seem pretty easy going. So, I think I will. Thank you!" Brittany closed the door as her composure finally began to break from the roaring adrenaline in her veins.
She rushed back into the kitchen and dropped the hot boxes on the table. Her breath came in short gasps as if she just worked out. A small smile stretched the corners of her lips. She put a hand to her forehead and shook her head slowly. Then she laughed, and put her face in both hands. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Wow."
When she'd recovered, she walked back into the hallway leading to the front door and turned to the coat rack on the wall. Her phone, sitting in a shallow pocket and pointing toward the door, was still recording. She was reaching for her phone when there was another knock at the door. Brittany hadn't even bothered to fix her robe yet -- it was still open and hanging around her shoulders. She thought about for it a split second, then opened the door.
The delivery driver stood there, holding his phone in one hand and a fistful of one-dollar bills in the other. "Wow," he said. "Didn't think I'd be fast enough to catch you before you fixed your robe," he said, wearing that same charming smile.
