Inside, I put my panties on under my dress and collected my car keys, then headed back down and drove over to Dan's.
When I got there, he opened the door, and said "can I take that from you?"
I was confused for a second, as I wasn't carrying anything, then realized he meant my dress, so I took it off and handed it to him. He hung it up like a coat.
He then invited me in and closed the door.
I took my sneakers and socks off and headed down the hall towards the living room.
There was a cute, young guy in a pizza delivery shirt sitting on the sofa, looking at me expectantly! I was a little shocked, and instinctively covered my tits.
Dan was following behind me, and said "he was hoping to see you, so he stayed around and waited."
"Hi," I said to the guy.
"Did you have something you wanted to ask him?" asked Dan, and he walked over to the chair.
I was having a blonde moment, as I didn't understand what he was talking about, and then I remembered Rachel delivering pizza to my place, and got a little scared.
"Um, would you like to rub my tits?" I said quietly gripping my hands tightly.
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded.
He jumped up, and grabbed my tits roughly, heaving them around and kneading them like dough. It was not pleasant.
"Gently," Dan said, and he calmed down.
After several minutes I was starting to get into it.
Dan asked "what else did you ask the last pizza delivery?"
He smiled at me.
"Um, would you take my panties off?" I whispered.
The pizza guy stopped mauling my tits, and started running his hands up and down my sides. After a short while, he snagged his fingers in the waist band of my boy shorts and slowly slid them down my legs.
I stepped out of them, putting my hands on his shoulders to do so.
He knelt there in front of me, staring my pussy.
