Tonight was a typical Friday night at the shop, orders pouring in left and right, some of them large and some of them small. Most of them didn't tip much, which was always a downer. Working as a driver was tough, the basic pay wasn't something that covered running up the miles on my ride, not to mention the price of gas wasn't getting lower. So the moment I saw the notification pop up for an online order under the name of Hanna Taylor, I knew my best customer would treat me right, she always did.
Just to go the extra mile, I made sure to be the one to work on her order. I knew all of her special instructions by heart. She liked light sauce, extra cheese, and lots of meat. So I lorded over her pizzas, making sure each bite would have everything she loved. I had been doing this for a long while, ever since I had been the one to deliver her an order a few months back. She ate a lot of our stuff, and I was all about keeping the pretty girl real happy with our services. It also helped that I might've had a thing for her too.
Once everything was packed up I was ready to go, I busied with rushing because I wanted it to be hot out the oven for Hanna. I also wanted to be able to spend a moment or two with her, so the sooner I got there, the longer I could stay and chat. It would be a great end to my shift, seeing as she was one of the last customers of the night.
When I pulled up I could see the lights were on at her apartment, and instantly my nerves were running high. Now I know that I looked like a big dumb jock, which is pretty on the money, I played football in college so I was built like a truck, and I worked out all the time. So most people assumed the kind of girls I liked were fit ones, or those thin as a damn rail. In all honesty, I had never really been into them. My first crush was on a friend growing up, and she wasn't a twig by any means. I loved the idea of someone soft against my hard body, and I loved the idea of feeding that someone.
As I got out and walked up, I couldn't help but smile knowing that I would see a pretty face who was drop dead gorgeous to me. It was a shame she had a boyfriend, but I respected boundaries, kept my flirting to the playful and harmless kind, which I think she returned. Still, even without the romantic aspect of it all, Hanna was perfect, and I just loved chatting about things, even if it was a small moment stolen on her doorstep.
You can imagine my surprise when the door opened even before I knocked, and there stood the girl of my fantasies in just lingerie and a robe, which was only tied loosely about her plump body. She was full figured and curvy in all the best places. I have to admit, seeing her like that had me more than a little excited. All I could do was smile wide at her while I held her food in my arms, waiting for her to take it with that same enthusiasm I was used to seeing.
"I was hoping they would send you, it's been a while." Her tone was soft and teasing, that playful smirk that always killed me tugged at the corner of her lips, and my mind checked out into another world. One where I watched her mouth do some delicious and wicked things. I had to swallow a lump in my throat and ignore the one forming in my jeans.
Pulling out the receipts she needed to sign and hand back, I made sure to linger a little when our hands touched. "I had to make sure your food got here quick, and that my favorite customer was properly satisfied." Maybe I was laying it on thick, but you really can't blame me for it. While she was busy with the pen and paper, I was getting her large order out of the thermal bag. "You need me to bring it in for you again?"
She nodded and smiled at me as she ushered me into the apartment, giving room so I could pass with all the food. "You won't be mad if I can't afford the typical tip I give you, right?" When she asked the question I shook my head, turning around to face her just as I realized she was closing the door behind me.
