When I’m sure he’ll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he
tells me that I’m supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a
nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I’m normally
comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the
door. I could feel J’s eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at
this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess).
I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head.
The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like
“Pizza delivery.” I can’t remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent
of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him
the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he’d frozen. Mechanically he took
the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been so
warm lately, hasn’t it? Oh, just keep the change.” I slid back in and closed
the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He
had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced
me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood
there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room
and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I
wasn’t naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in
all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along
side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn’t calm down much.
After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with
me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much
frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his
instructions exactly. He’d have me rub the surface or both breasts with the
…End of the part18. To be continued..
