Pizza delivery continued to help me pay my way through college, and I continued to do my best to make sure it got to you in thirty minutes or less.
It was spring, and the weather had finally warmed enough for swimming pools to become viable forms of recreation again.
I found myself working late one Friday night; two other drivers, the manager and I were going the distance until two in the morning. We had a little more than three hours left.
I went out the door with a large deluxe pizza. It had everything on it except anchovies. The address was almost three miles from the store, but it was a straight shot down the drag, so I got there pretty quick.
The neighborhood was nice and well kept, and the house I was looking for was well lit. It looked like they were having a party, as several cars were parked out front.
As I walked toward the front door, I could see light casting shadows on the walkway as it passed through the golden stained glass of the front door. Sounds of a pool party in progress hung in the night air.
When I rang the door bell, several voices immediately sounded out, announcing what they assumed was my arrival.
Almost immediately, I saw a figure appear through the stained glass, growing larger, though not more well defined as it approached the front door.
A wooden crack, the hiss of rubber across a metallic plate, and the front door slowly opened, revealing a woman, mid-thirties, perhaps, money in one hand, holding a towel about her body with the other.
The pizza cost right at fifteen dollars. She was holding a twenty.
That's not what I was thinking about.
My mind, and other parts of my anatomy, suddenly, were drawn to the fact that she appeared to be naked, save the towel. Full breasts were pressed upward by her hand, presenting cleavage for viewing.
She smiled at me. She knew I was looking, and she liked the fact that she was having the intended distraction effect on me.
We made our exchange; I gave her the pizza and she gave me the money.
The towel slipped, and suddenly, I knew this woman, real, live, in the living flesh before me, had full 'C' cup breasts, and silver dollar sized areolae with hard bud nipples at the center just larger than a pencil eraser.
An almost embarrassed smile formed on her face, and she made a feeble attempt at repositioning her towel as I began to dig in my bag for change.
Fives. I'd forgotten to get fives when I was back at the store. All I had was a ten and a bunch of ones. My sudden erection and the exhibitionist beauty in front of me were making it hard to focus on the money.
The woman shuffled her feet and smiled at me as I looked up at her and back down at the wad of cash in my bag. Her towel shifted again, and as she attempted to reaffirm her grasp on the cloth, she once more exposed her breasts to me.
Now, she didn't care. She knew I could see her tits clearly and she wasn't bothered in the least.
