Delivering pizza is a job you can make a living from…if you have room mates, and as long as the tips holdout. You need to have a beater that you can repairyourself that also gets decent mileage. It can’t be toonice looking and the side that faces the customer’shouse or apartment has to show that. Some people won’ttip if your car looks too nice.
The evenings are the best shifts because they are thebusiest times and tips are generally bigger due to thebigger orders. Late night orders slow down but you aremore likely to get the drunks who tip real big becausethey can’t do math anymore. These choice hours are ownedby the drivers with seniority. So, to get enough hoursthe drivers who aren’t noobs but aren’t lifers take theday shifts. That’s me.
The day shift in the city is probably pretty good. Lotsof people, and businesses to place orders. In suburbiathough, it gets slow. There are two drivers and the daymanager. The only reason there are two drivers is justin case we get two orders at once for different ends ofthe delivery zone. The manager has to cook the pizza,place the ingredient stock orders, etc. After folding500 or so boxes there isn’t much to do between lunch anddinner. So you talk.
Brian, the other driver, and I are sitting at the orderstation waiting for orders to come in and chatting,while Mikayla, the manager, is sitting in the backgetting all the paperwork done. I say “the back” but itis a desk about halfway through the space that can seemost of the store so, she can see us laughing and wavingour hands in the air.
Brian is telling me, “I really like Jenna Jameson.”
“You’re old school.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with the old stuff! She was hot!”
“Watcha guys talkin about?” Mikayla says from behind us.Brian actually jumps a little. She spoke a little toosoon to hear any of the conversation as she is stillabout 20 feet away. She closes the distance to us withan easy smile on her face but, she knows somethingstrange is going on because Brian is just recoveringfrom being startled. She lifts her eyebrow as she looksat us.
Grinning at her I say, “Brian was just telling me abouthis favorite porn star.” He wasn’t expecting me to saythat and he gets uncomfortable again. I can see himwanting to disengage. The excess movement. The nervoussmile. I am kinda laughing inside watching him squirm.
Mikayla snorts a laugh and says, “No wonder you guyslook so guilty!” She decides she isn’t going to let theguy talk scare her away. Turning her head toward Brian,“So who is it?”
Brian says, “She’s not my favorite, I just saw a movierecently! I can’t talk about this with you!”
I tell her, “Jenna Jameson. And it was more like 3movies.”
Mikayla is grinning now herself and taking somesatisfaction in Brian’s lack of composure. “Wow! So,which of her movies did you watch?”
A pie just comes out of the oven. When business is thisslow we take turns running the pizzas. It’s Brian’s turnto deliver and he jumps on the opportunity to leave theconversation. “I gotta deliver this, bye.” We laugh ashe dashes out of the store.
Mikayla moves up to lean on the counter and looks at me.“Damn that was funny! I doubt, however, that you wereonly listening to his side of the story. Who is yourfavorite?”
I’m not sure if she is thinking she can get me flusteredalso. It won’t work on me though. I can own my opinions.Now that the initial shock has worn off we start talkingat a normal volume. “You know… I like Jenna. She’sgood. Nothing wrong with a classic. But, I like thenewer amateur stuff a better. The acting isn’t great butthe sex scenes seem more natural.”
“Right… you don’t want the super model.”
“Well sure I do, but I have broad tastes and I like alot of women. I happen to really like the seduction andI feel the amateur videos have more of that feel.”
“Geez, how much do you watch?”
“Not much really. I watch it when my girlfriend is inthe mood, or when she wants to get in the mood. I don’tsee a lot of point in watching it by yourself.” I wait amoment and say, “What about you? Do you and your husbandever watch it?”
“No. He doesn’t bring it up, either. It’s not like we’reprudes or anything. I am sure that he’s just afraid toask me. Which is okay. A lot of it seems to be reallydegrading to women.”
“Yeah, it is. We often don’t finish a movie because itdoesn’t appeal. We have a couple that we’ll fall back onso we don’t lose the mood though. Sometimes all it takesis one of the things that gets you going. It doesn’thave to be that long. If you are curious, bring it up tohim.”
“I wouldn’t know where to go. How do you keep fromgetting a virus?”
“Go to an adult store instead of the internet.”
“What?! No, I don’t think so. I’d be too embarrassed todo that. Plus if my ex found out he probably give meproblems in court.”
“I tell you what, I can give you an old computer. Thatway you don’t have to worry about getting a virus on it.You can just burn it down and reload it. You just needto keep it off the same network as your good computer.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it. I better go find somethingto do before Brian gets back so he doesn’t think we’vebeen talking about porn the whole time.”
She walked back to the walk-in cooler to start pullingdough to proof for the night shift. I watched her ass asshe left. She glanced back and saw me looking at her andgave me a questioning look? I pulled another order as itcame in and started getting it ready. Brian was happythat the conversation didn’t start back up when he gotback.
The few days later Mikayla tells me, “I brought the pornmovie question up to my husband. He seemed interested.”
“Wow. Who’d have thought, huh?” I said while giving heran ‘I told you so’ kind of look.
“He was more interested in why I brought it up.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I had caught the drivers talking aboutporn movies at work and that you said you watched themwith your girlfriend.”
“A straight forward approach seems good. What did hesay?”
“He bought it. I think he is wondering if we always talkabout sex now.”
“We don’t. I guess we could though.” I said with my bestthoughtful expression. Trying to be silly I said, “Hey,do you wanna? C’mon. It’ll be fun!”
She laughed, “No! Not when anyone else is here anyway. Ifeel like I can talk to you since the other day. Youacted like it was totally normal to talk about it. Andyou didn’t get creepy. Not very creepy anyway. I can seehaving a few more conversations about it with you.”
“What do you mean ‘not very creepy’?”
“I saw you look at my ass when I walked away.”
“Sorry. I’ll try to be more subtle in the future.”
She was surprised, “You really were checking out myass!”
“Damn. If I knew you were fishing, I would have deniedit.” I quickly added, “What is so surprising about a guychecking out your ass?”
“I dunno. I’m 30 and I guess it’s surprising to me thata guy in his early 20’s is giving me the gaze.”
“I don’t see why. You probably don’t notice when ithappens so you think it doesn’t. Or, you’ve decided itdoesn’t happen so you don’t notice it.”
“I’ve had a kid and put on weight.”
“You might be giving that more importance than youshould.”
She finished out the next pizza and put it on theconveyor. Later on she asked me to help her move theevening dough out of the cooler and into the proofingcabinets up front. I picked up the 2nd stack of traysand walked up to the front.
The proofing cabinets are under the work surface formaking the pizzas so, she was on her knees and pushingthe trays into the proofers while bent over at thewaist. I knew that she was intentionally showing me herass because she usually just knelt down and slide thetrays in. This maneuver was unnecessary. I openlyenjoyed the view.
As she slide the last tray in Mikayla looked back at meand said, “Thanks for the help. I thought you were goingto be subtle.”
“Brian is out delivering, I didn’t think I had to be.”
She gave me a couple more opportunities to ogle herbutt. Once when Brian was around even so I really had tobe subtle. I decided to see how far Mikayla would go.
When we change into and out of our uniforms we all haveto use the same bathroom. It is a single occupancybathroom with a locking door. The night crew checks incompletely before the day crew leaves. I stay throughthe dinner rush but Mikayla heads home. This means sheis the last one to change at switch over. I found anexcuse to talk to her and walked back to the bathroomwith her. We were still talking when she walked in. Shestood in the bathroom and I stood outside of it. Thedoor was still open.
She said, “I have to change now.”
I smiled and said, “I know.”
“Are you going to close the door?”
She realized this was a game of chicken. She smiled andpulled her shirt over her head. Just standing there inher dress pants and beige bra. Yes. I want to see howmuch further she will go.
One of the cooks was coming back to get something out ofthe pantry, which was right across from the bathroom. Itried to quickly but nonchalantly say, “Okay, I’ll seeyou tomorrow.” and close the bathroom door. The cook waseither busy enough that they didn’t notice, or I pulledoff the act. I helped them carry a few #10 cans of pizzasauce to the front. I couldn’t wait for the next day.
She walked in the next day and says to me in passing, “Iguess you missed out.”
“Damn. Will there be a second chance?” I ask hopefully.
“I don’t think so, while it was fun that was too risky.Too many people.”
Later she asks me to help her with the dough traysagain. I lug the second stack of trays forward as she isputting the first stack away. She is kneeling on thefloor pushing the trays back again. I am enjoying howthe dress slacks stretched around her butt.
It takes me a moment to realize that her shirt isn’ttucked in and what that might mean. I kneel down behindher. The shirt hanging down and revealing her breasts.She had taken her bra off. I drew a slow breath intrying to control my excitement. I can see her leftnipple in profile from the bottom. I move closer,keeping my head low so I won’t lose the view.
“Anything I can help you with?” I say.
Mikayla looks back at me and knows that I am seeingeverything she had wants me to. “No, I got it. Thanks.”
A moment later I can smell her arousal. She does too Ithink. She extricates herself from the cabinet.
“Actually, could you finish that for me. I need to getsomething.”
She gets up and goes to the back. When she comes backout she has her bra on again and shirt tucked in.
“Thank you. Really.”
She gives me a smile that acknowledges that maybe shewent a little too far.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
Before I had been regarding her ass as a thing of art.Appreciating the size and curvature. Now that I had herscent though my thoughts conjure imagined views of herpussy.
She stops teasing me for awhile. We continue to talk butit is more business-like now. While Brian is out, I takemy chance to ask her about it.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
“No,” she said.
“Okay. I just want you to know that we can still befriends without the shenanigans. We don’t have to flirtwhen we drop the formality.”
“I am glad to hear you say that. I don’t mind theflirting and shenanigans.
I felt I needed to slow down for me though.”
“Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and notfeeling weird around me.”
“Thanks. I didn’t realize how much that was botheringme.” With that she walks up next to me and hip checksme. I manage a friendly smile but that hip check sends aspark through me.
The next day she started flirting with me again. Sheeven smacks my ass when I am up on the step stoolgetting a box of cheese from the top shelf of thecooler. It is really difficult to keep my hands off herafter that.
The next week we have an emergency near the end ofshift. One of our other stores had a day manager quit.As a parting shot they didn’t get any dough out to proofduring the day so the store only had green dough andthey don’t figure it out until the night shift arrives.The owner decides that we will take half of our dough tothem and hope that the other dough can proof enoughduring the next two hours to be workable. That will beabout all the time ours can carry them.
Of course, we are now in the same position as they are,trying to get more dough proofed in a couple hours.Since the night shift is coming on and getting busy theowner asks Mikayla and me to load the dough and make thedrive.
On the way over we talk.
“I’ve been telling my husband about us flirting. It’slead to a lot of intense sex.”
“That’s a good thing, right? I don’t need to worry abouthim coming over to the store to shoot me, do I?”
“Yeah. It’s good. He gets a thrill out of it. He issurprised that I would act like that. We’ve had a fewfantasies about going to the clubs and having me findsome guy to flirt with there.”
“Really? Have you done that yet?”
“Sorta, I’ve gone out without wearing any panties.”
“How short was the skirt?”
“Oh, I haven’t shown anybody yet, and I only dance withhim so far. But just doing that has gotten us going. Hetried to lift my dress once to flash my ass but I didn’tlet him. I am not ready for that yet.”
“Too bad. I’d make a trip to the club for that.”
“Yeah. I believe you would.” She continues, “I’m glad Ihave that effect on you. It makes me feel good. Sexy.”
“Good. You should feel that way because you are. Justthinking about seeing your bare ass is causing me aproblem.” I reached in my pants and moved my cock to aposition where it couldn’t get hard enough to stick outtoo much.
Mikayla saw my hand and asked, “What’re you doing? Don’tmasturbate in the truck!”
“I’m not! I’m just doing some prevention to make sure Idon’t get an erection I can’t hide. I don’t want to walkinto the store sporting an obvious boner.”
“Ya know, I’ve been teasing you but you never show meanything in return.”
“And I’m not going to right now for sure, or you will bedropping the dough off without my help. I wouldn’t beable to hide him.”
She laughs. “I think it would be funny to watch you trythough.”
We don’t say much for the rest of the drive. It takesabout 20 minutes to drive from store to store. When weget there the night manager meets us at the door. We getthe dough trays unloaded. We can tell he is relieved toget the dough. One of the cooks is pounding on a frozenshredded cheese block with a steel bowl trying to breakit apart enough to make it usable. Evidently, theexiting manager had decided not to thaw the cheeseeither. I wish him good luck and we are back on theroad.
Now on the way back I decide to start the conversationagain.
“So, going to the clubs without your panties, eh? Areyou wearing any now?”
“Yes,” she answers, “going commando in slacks isn’t allthat comfortable.”
“Why would I do that at work anyway?” she says giving mea knowing glance.
“So you could flash your bare ass to me, what else?”
“I could flash you and still wear panties. It’s not likethey’re glued on.”
“Will you really do that?”
“Maybe. You might mess yourself though.”
“Give me some credit. I saw your nipple without cummingall over.”
“Yeah. I guess you did.”
We are both quiet for awhile. We are about 5 minutesaway and I know that we are coming up to a new townhousedevelopment that is still under construction. An ideahits me but I will have to be fast.
“Do you want to give your husband a charge tonight?” Isay.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Take your top off for me. Including your bra.”
“There’s a new development that will be completelyempty. We could park there. It’s just after the nextlight on the right.”
“You could watch my reaction up close without having toworry about Brian catching us.”
I could see her nipples stiffen up under her shirt andbra. The bra is thick enough that I can’t see the detailbut it tented the fabric more than it had a moment ago.
“Do you want to see my cock? It seems like the safestplace for that to happen.”
“Okay, deal,” she says.
Moments later she turns the truck into the darkneighborhood. True to expectation it is empty. It is asmall development with only one way in and out. Thetownhouses are like a wall against the outside world.One long building blocking the view of the heavilytrafficked street that is on the other side. She drivesthe truck around the loop until she feels hidden enough.
Pulling the truck over to the side of the road, andturning off the lights. There is still light coming fromthe main street that provides dim illumination. We bothunlatch our seat belts. We both sit there, turned towardeach other, neither moving.
“So, are you going to show me?” I ask.
“Why me first?”
“Because I asked first?” I say with a shrug in my voice.
“Okay, but if you back out I’ll have you washing thebaseboards for the whole store.”
“I won’t back out.” I reach out and tug her shirt just alittle. Not enough to actually move it. I can feel mybreathing getting faster.
“Oh, you want to do it for me do you?”
“I probably would shoot right there if you let me dothat.” It is a wild exaggeration. I hope it soundscomplimentary.
She reaches around her back and unclasps her bra whilestill wearing the shirt. Reaching up her sleeves oneafter the other she slips the bra straps off her armsand then pulls the bra out the left sleeve. “It’ll besexier this way” She looks at me and shakes her chestjust a little to make her breasts sway under the fabricto emphasize her point. I just watch. She pulled the hemof the shirt free
from her slacks and started lifting the shirt up by thecollar and bunching it around her neck. I can see herhard nipples poking out against the fabric as the shirtrises. Finally, the edge rises over her nipplesrevealing her breasts to me. This is a much bettervantage point than before. I am not aware that I amholding my breath until I finally let it go.
“Wow, those are gorgeous.” That was smooth, I think tomyself.
Her nipples are erect. Her breasts are beautifullycurved. I notice that she is breathing heavy too. Herface is flushed and her eyes are dilated. She finishespulling the shirt over her head and drops it on the seatbeside her next to her bra.
I can smell her again. I love that smell.
“Well, I think that it is your turn now,” she says.
I undo my belt buckle. I look at her and ask, “Do youwant to do it?”
“Yeah, actually I do,” she replies.
I sit back on the seat and let her reach forward to undothe snap on my slacks and pull the zipper down. When sheleans over to work on my pants I lift my left hand toher right breast and softly cup her. She either doesn’tcare or doesn’t notice. I raise my hips off of the seatso she can pull my slacks down. My cock is erect andstraining against the fabric of my underwear. She grabsthe band of my underwear near each hip and lifts it overmy hard on.
I use my right hand to push the back of my waistbandover my ass so she could pull my underwear down mythighs. I watch her looking at my cock. I am happy tosee that she is so focused on it. She sits up but leavesher hand on my leg. My hand follows her up still cuppingher chest. I flick my thumb over her nipple.
She draws her breath in through clenched teeth and rollsher eyes for a moment. She focuses her eyes back on meand grabs my cock with her left hand while her righthand slides up my abdomen under my shirt.
“Whadya think?” I ask her.
“This is a good trade,” she replies.
I pinch her nipple between my thumb and index fingerwhile pulling forward just enough to stretch her breast.She breaths in quickly again. A little pre-cum builds onthe end of my cock head. She wipes it off with herthumb.
A strand of sticky pre-cum bridges the gap between herthumb and my cock. I can hear my labored breath soundingloud in the enclosed cab. She bends over quickly andlicks the pre-cum from her thumb and my cock at the sametime, in a single lick. Then she slides her mouth overmy cock and down the shaft.
Breathing through my teeth I lift my ass up again.Pushing my cock up to meet her. Damn her mouth feelsgood. She starts a rhythmic pumping of her head on me.Up on her hands and knees now. I feel her breasttouching my leg. I reach up and grab the handle abovethe door and support my weight with that arm as I let mytorso lean over. I stroke her breasts for a while longerbefore I slide my hand down her abdomen and over herpussy.
My hand is still outside her pants as I cup her pussy,press my fingers against her yielding lips, and slide myfingers back towards her navel. She makes a littlehumming noise around my cock and rubs herself against myhand as I do this. I move my hand again. This time underher waist band and inside her panties. My fingers caressher lips. She is really wet. It is easy to part herlabia and stroke her clit. She lifts her head longenough to moan “Yes” and then engulfs my cock again.
I let go of the door and work my body under hers.Quickly, I unbutton her pants and loosen the zipper.Reaching around her I grab the waist band and drag itover her very round butt cheeks. She helps me remove herslacks by moving her legs around to make it easier towork them off. I try to pull her pussy to my face butshe is faster than I am in moving it there. I relish hersmell. I love her taste.
Fairly drunk with lust at this point I am licking herand encouraging her to grind against my tongue. After afew minutes of this she lifts up off of me completely.“My jaw hurts.” she says, “I don’t usually go down onsomeone that long.” She turns herself around to face me,swings her left leg over me, and grabs my cock. “I amsure that this will make up for your disappointmentthough.” She puts the tip in and then lowers her hips inone smooth movement, burying me to the hilt.
Now she starts forcefully fucking me. Bouncing on me sohard I think I may get a bruise. “God, you feel sogood!” I say. That seems to inflame her and adds arocking motion to the movement that grinds her clitagainst me on every down stroke. I can’t hold out anylonger. I cum in her pussy. My cocking pulsing. I amsure that she can feel it. My eyes almost tear up fromthe intensity. A feeling similar to looking at the sun.
Luckily, when I am this turned on I don’t go soft afterthe first orgasm. I suck and pull on her nipples thenpull her down against me and gently bite her shoulder.She chants, “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” She starts herorgasm with a groan. Chest turning red. Body shaking.She breathes with shallow breaths and pants it outquickly. Both of her hands clutch my shoulders with agrip like she is trying to keep me from falling off aledge.
Feeling her body relax above me as she allows her weightto be rest upon me.
It makes me almost giddy. It is a happy feeling that ishard to describe.
Lifting herself with one arm while sweeping her hairback over her head with the other she looks down at me.She says, “I didn’t think I was going to go that far.”
“When did you change your mind?”
“When you touched me through my pants the first time.”
“Really? Then you took your time getting there.”
“I wasn’t in a rush. I knew where that was going andwanted your tongue in me first.”
After a pause she lifts herself off me and my cock wetlyslaps against stomach. “Well,” she says, “I think webetter get dressed. I’ll drop you off at work but, youcan’t go inside.”
“You think? Tongues may be wagging anyway with as longas we have been away.
I thought this was going to be a quick flash and wewould be on our way.”
The dinner rush is in full swing when we get back. Theparking lot is essentially empty with all of the driversmaking deliveries. The lights on inside and the sky darkoutside seems to hide the fact that we are even there.
“That was really fun but we can’t do that at workagain,” she says.
“Agreed,” I reply. “I will find a way to be with youagain though. Somehow.”