by Carla Shaw
Suzie and I were sitting in a motel room, waiting for the pizza and talking about delivery boys. It amazed me that she, too, had often fantasized about them. That's when we thought up our plan.
Suzie was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, but underneath, I knew she had on a sexy pair of high-cut, lacy and racy, deep purple panties with a matching bra. She was gorgeous, dark and exotic, with long black hair and almond shaped eyes, and she was my best friend.
I'm not gorgeous, not dark and exotic, but average height, average brown hair and on the heavy side of plump. Don't get me wrong; I'm no dog. Guys always seem to find me attractive; must be the "girl next door" look. And tonight, I dressed as I usually did, in a long peasant dress, and although my outside was not strikingly "sexy", my red seamed stockings, black and red lace push up bra undies, and garter made me feel like a whore.
Suzie took off her T-shirt and opened the fly of her jeans, while I unbuttoned my dress completely, except for one at the waist. We unlocked the door, got the pizza money ready and lay on the king-sized bed that came with our room. Giggling, we talked of what could happen as we slowly caressed each other.
I trailed my fingers along her forearm as she shivered and closed her eyes. "You're ready for pizza! Aren't you?" I asked laughing.
"Or something," she answered with a naughty smirk.
We were not sure what to expect when we heard the knock on the door but, looking at each other and nodding, we both called, simultaneously, "Come in!" and in walked the cutest young man (probably in his early 20's), tall, tanned, and nicely built, with about a quarter inch of blond peach-fuzz on top of his head.
He was a little shy, looking at us lying on the bed, but smiled, closed the door behind him, and announced "Pizza!" Suzie and I started laughing and pointed out the small pile of money, which lay between us on the pillow. We then lay back and waited to see what he would do.
He just stood there, smiling in a confused way, when suddenly his face lit up, he set the pizza down, and walked to the bottom of the bed and knelt on the edge. He stretched as far he could but the money was beyond his reach. Shifting his weight, he took a kneeling step up further and again reached for his payment. This time, his hand was between us and we both rolled toward each other, trapping his arm beneath our breasts. He gasped, and tried to pull away, but he was completely at our mercy. Then he smiled, realizing that our mercy would be tender. "I'll do whatever you say," he said with a broad grin, "just don't hurt me."
"Sit up," said Suzie, and he obeyed, resting his back against the headboard, "and put your hands on your head." He did as she asked, and watched, breath held, while Suzie removed my stockings from my shapely legs. Kissing the pizza-guy on the cheek, Suzie proceeded to tie each of his wrists to the legs of the bed. Then she found another pair of stockings in her suitcase, and tied his ankles to the legs at the foot of the bed. His cock grew hard, pushing against the polyester of his uniform pants, and his breathing was shallow, when he allowed himself to breathe at all.
