Karen was bored, Mitch, her husband, had been away on a business trip and she hadn't flashed anyone or stripped for a stranger it what seemed like a long time. Her mind wandered to those she had flashed in the past and how they reacted and soon felt a warm wetness building between her legs. She took a long shower and walked out into the backyard while still drying her hair. The sun warmed her nude body as she dried and brushed out her hair, no one in sight, so she sat smoking a cigar, her fingers tickling her pubic hair and the edges of her pussy lips.
"I want to thrill somebody." She smiled and called Pizza Hut.
It was early but Mrs. Wilson asked for a large cheese ASAP. The pizza was just about out when Doug the manager noticed Milton was his morning delivery guy, no one else in for twenty minute or so. He hated when Milton worked. Nothing personal, but the old man was slow and a bit unkempt, but the owner kept him around and told Doug to deal with it.
"He Milton, you know the Wilson's?"
"Karen and Mitch? Yeah, known Mitch since he was born and Karen since they got..."
"Great, deliver this to them." He handed Milton the pizza and the bill, "Take your time, Bill and Patty will be in soon, so no rush back." 'You dim whit' Doug thought to himself.
Milton grabbed the hot box and headed out the door, passing Patty on the way out. "Hello, see you later, have a nice day." Milton's voice cracked like a twelve year old, it had since puberty. The girl smiled at him. Socially awkward always, Milt never seemed to know what to do with himself in public and around women. Sometimes he found himself doing things not social acceptable,
"Bye Milt." Patty winked at him.
Karen looked at the clock, wet her hair again, for the effect and wondered who was the delivering today.
Milt pulled into the yard, the Wilson's boxer came up to the fence near where he parked, he tossed the dog a treat a trick he learned that kept dogs on his side. He walked up and knocked on the screen door.
"Come In!" Karen yelled from downstairs as she wrapped a towel around her nude body. It covered barely from her breasts to just the bottom of her ass and just around her. She heard the screen door open, "I will be right there."
"Pizza delivery." Milt stepped in the door and slid the pizza out of the hot box. He watched Karen come up the stairs, her head down watching the steps he noticed her attire or lack thereof. Each time her right foot came up it pulled the towel away from her left side, no panties. He felt his cock stiffen. "Miss Karen," his voice cracked, "you shouldn't just let people in."
