February 12, 2006, New York City was buried in more than two-feet of snow looking more and more like a traditional Christmas Day. I was in my Manhattan high-rise on Sutton Place, livid because I could not go out for dinner with one of my women due to the blizzard. Therefore, as an alternative, I decided to ordered pizza for dinner and stayed home. I knew it was going to take some time for the pizza delivery person to get here, but he or she had better get here soon if they wanted a nice tip. Security downstairs informed me I had a pizza delivery and I granted him permission to send the delivery person up.
The doorbell rang and I looked through the peephole; I saw a woman's face. I unlocked the door and there was the sexiest pizza girl in the city. She was about five-three, with a mahogany colored complexion, shoulder length hair, a baby face and very nice lips. Her uniform did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure. She was definitely a goddess!
"Sorry, if I'm late, but the snow is pretty bad out there." Her voice was soft and innocent.
"It's all right, don't worry about it." I said. "Would you like to come in and warm up a little bit?"
"Sure." She replied with a smile.
She walked in and I could not take my eyes off her fat ass. She was so amazed by all the artwork I had hanging on the walls. She was also very astonished with the view of the East River from where she stood. I thought to myself, Yes, baby, I have money and living the lifestyle that you dream about every night.
We sat at the table in the dining room, and we had a nice conversation while we drank hot cocoa. She told me her name was Melyssa and she was a college student and part-time model. I think Melyssa also mentioned that she was completing her last semester at Baruch College, and she wanted to start a small business soon. I love women that were driven and smart.
We stared at each other for a moment. I could not get enough of her big brown, wild eyes and fleshy lips. We both knew what we wanted and it was just a matter of time before one of us made the first move. Melyssa lifted her shirt over her head. The purple bra she wore barely held her full breasts.
"Are you going to just sit there or are you going to fuck the shit out of me?" She asked.