"This is my last address for today, I have to get home and work on my paper for my African Economy class," I told Haley as she gave me the three medium pizzas.
"Yeah, I know," she said, and then added with a wink, "But this is a special delivery exclusively for you."
I glanced at the order. In the remarks row Haley wrote with her perfect handwriting, "Send good looking delivery guy for big tip." So I was a good looking delivery guy, at least according to Haley. Always good to know, as Haley was not the kind of girl I'd kick out of my bed either. In fact, I've been trying to get together with her ever since I saw her on my first day here, and while we flirted quite a lot, she always evaded giving a definite answer whenever I brought up the idea of a date. Lately there was some change though, as once or twice we went to catch a movie or had a drink after work, but still every time there was a
This is not a date
sign hanging over the whole event.
It took me less than ten minutes to get the pizzas to the address on the order. It was a nice two-story family house in the fancier neighbourhood of the town, surrounded by a brick fence that provided the necessary privacy most people living in this area desired. I parked my small Piaggio, removed my helmet and hit the button on the intercom.
"Pizza delivery," I said when I heard a female voice answering.
"Great! Bring the scooter in as well."
I was wondering why, as I did not really want to spend more than two minutes here, but I did as I was told, not wanting to risk the
big tip
.
When I got to the door, I knocked twice and a deadly hot looking woman in her late thirties opened the door. To my surprise, she was stark naked, wearing only a smile that made my mind melt and my cock rock hard.
"Pi...holy shit! Wow, I was not prepared for that," I mumbled, but she just took the pizzas from my hand and ushered me in.
"Thanks, I love men who are frank. I hope you're not offended," she said with a giggle. "I'm Gina by the way. Oh my, Haley definitely didn't exaggerate when she told me about you." As she spoke, she stepped next to me and fondled my biceps. I was literally petrified and could not get my eyes off her. She was almost 6' high, had long brown hair, nice tan skin and a body that showed the signs of regular exercises. Her C-cup breasts were obviously enhanced to be perfectly round and hard and the surgeon had definitely created a masterwork. Her pussy was shaved and she had a piercing in her navel.
"The big decision for you to take this evening is if you want to get your clothes off and bang my friends and me, or just take the 200 bucks and leave," she asked as her hands wandered to my cock. Nobody had ever asked me such an easy question before.
"Your friends?" I asked as I started to take my shirt off. Somewhere in the back of my mind the words
African Economy
echoed, but they seemed to be far away and fantasy like, while the gorgeous woman in front of me was close and very much real.
"Yes, Mina and Liz, just two girls like me in their late thirties, recently dumped by their husbands for a younger model," she said casually, lightly swaying her ass as she went to the bar. "And don't worry. We all have kids of our own and do not want to have another, so we are well prepared," she added.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked as she placed the pizza boxes on the bar counter and poured Martini into a glass for herself. I cast a glance on the bottles and decided for an Aperol with ice. She put some ice into a new glass and poured an overly generous amount of the bright red liquid on them, and one could hear the sweet tinkling-cracking sound of the blocks as they knocked into each other and into the wall of the glass as they started to melt.
"How do you know Haley?" I asked her as she made my drink. I was surprised when she mentioned her name earlier and wanted to know just what kind of female conspiracy I have fallen into.
She playfully dropped a slice of lemon into my drink and handed it over to me and I took a long sip as she answered.
"She's my daughter."
I had to cough. "Your what?" I hardly managed to get the words out. Haley mentioned me once that she and her mother were quite close as her mother was quite young, but I thought that this meant mid-forties.
"Yeah, I know. I was only 19 when she was born. Anyway, she told me a lot about you, but she said that she did not want to get involved in a relationship with someone she had to work together with. However, she did not object when I asked her to send you over here tonight, and it seems that her loss is our gain."
And as she said the last sentence with that smile, I felt that African Economy will have to wait, and not just a few hours.
"So I guess it's not just a pleasant twist of fate that I had to deliver those pizzas here tonight..." I concluded the obvious.
"No, not at all. But please, make yourself comfortable," she told me as she led me to one of the overly welcoming white leather sofas. I looked around in the living room as I sat down. The room was large, probably larger than my whole apartment and was nicely furnished with modern, but not necessarily new furniture.
The walls were treated with anaglyptic wallpaper and were decorated with large, professional photographs. White sofas and couches surrounded a low, wooden coffee table on the beautifully maintained parquet that was covered by an expensive looking Turkish carpet. Bookshelves in the same style as the coffee table, covered by glass doors to protect the books inside and a white pianino completed the furniture. A stereo system with nicely hidden speakers playing soft lounge music and warm lights from the lamps created a cozy atmosphere. Altogether the room gave the impression that the owners liked quality and comfort, but led an unostentatious life.
On one side large French windows provided access to the patio and to a small pool. The patio was furnished to be an outdoor extension to the living room.
My beautiful host quickly placed the pizzas on large plates and called out to the patio. "Girls, come in, our pizza and the dessert have arrived!" she said, and looked mischievously at me, especially at my cock when she said the word
dessert
. Then she took her drink and sat directly into my lap straddled, with her back on me and her long legs touching the floor. My cock was already hard, but as her ass cheeks softly surrounded it, I though it will burst. I gave out a low moan, put my drink down on the table and my hand started to wander towards her pussy. I did not encounter any resistance, so I started to gently run my fingers up and down along the outer lips.
"Oooh, this feels soooo good," Gina said in a weak voice, and as she leaned back onto my chest, I started to softly nibble her right nipple. She closed her eyes, took deep breaths and enjoyed as my hands slowly went from the outer lips to explore her slit. She was soaking wet, my fingers got covered with her pussy juices almost immediately as they found her slightly protruding clit.
When I started to gently massage her clit, she let out a sigh and lifted her feet off the ground and placed them on my legs. This allowed me to manoeuvre my cock with the help of my free hand to her pussy and once I felt it was in place, I slowly started to push it in. It slipped easily into her pussy and she softly squeezed it. In this position I was not able to push it completely in, but it was enough for both of us at this moment. Her pussy was hot and the soft squeeze on my cock made me feel as if I were in heaven.
"Hahhhh," she said.
"Ohh, yeah baby," I whispered into her ear as I continued to gently massage her clit and softly nibble her nipple. I did not move my cock; just being inside her was enough for me now.