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Drivers DeliverDelivering pizza is a job you can make a living from… if you have room mates, and as long as the tips hold out. You need to have a beater that you can repair yourself that also gets decent mileage. It can’t be too nice looking and the side that faces the customer’s house or apartment has to show that. Some people won’t tip if your car looks too nice.The evenings are the best shifts because they are the busiest times and tips are generally bigger due to the bigger orders. Late night orders slow down but you are more likely to get the drunks who tip real big because they can’t do math anymore. These choice hours are owned by the drivers with seniority. So, to get enough hours the drivers who aren’t noobs but aren’t lifers take the day shifts. That’s me.The day shift in the city is probably pretty good. Lots of people, and businesses to place orders. In suburbia though, it gets slow. There are two drivers and the day manager. The only reason there are two drivers is just in case we get two orders at once for different ends of the delivery zone. The manager has to cook the pizza, place the ingredient stock orders, etc. After folding 500 or so boxes there isn’t much to do between lunch and dinner. So you talk.Brian, the other driver, and I are sitting at the order station waiting for orders to come in and chatting, while Mikayla, the manager, is sitting in the back getting all the paperwork done. I say “the back” but it is a desk about halfway through the space that can see most of the store so, she can see us laughing and waving our 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 too soon to hear any of the conversation as she is still about 20 feet away. She closes the distance to us with an easy smile on her face but, she knows something strange is going on because Brian is just recovering from being startled. She lifts her eyebrow as she looks at us.Grinning at her I say, “Brian was just telling me about his favorite porn star.” He wasn’t expecting me to say that and he gets uncomfortable again. I can see him wanting to disengage. The excess movement. The nervous smile. I am kinda laughing inside watching him squirm.Mikayla snorts a laugh and says, “No wonder you guys look so guilty!” She decides she isn’t going to let the guy talk scare her away. Turning her head toward Brian, “So who is it?”Brian says, “She’s not my favorite, I just saw a movie recently! I can’t talk about this with you!”I tell her, “Jenna Jameson. And it was more like 3 movies.”Mikayla is grinning now herself and taking some satisfaction 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 this slow we take turns running the pizzas. It’s Brian’s turn to deliver and he jumps on the opportunity to leave the conversation. “I gotta deliver this, bye.” We laugh as he 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 were only listening to his side of the story. Who is your favorite?”I’m not sure if she is thinking she can get me flustered also. It won’t work on me though. I can own my opinions. Now that the initial shock has worn off we start talking at a normal volume. “You know… I like Jenna. She’s good. Nothing wrong with a classic. But, I like the newer amateur stuff a better. The acting isn’t great but the 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 a lot of women. I happen to really like the seduction and I 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 in the mood, or when she wants to get in the mood. I don’t see a lot of point in watching it by yourself.” I wait a moment and say, “What about you? Do you and your husband ever watch it?””No. He doesn’t bring it up, either. It’s not like we’re prudes or anything. I am sure that he’s just afraid to ask me. Which is okay. A lot of it seems to be really degrading to women.””Yeah, it is. We often don’t finish a movie because it doesn’t appeal. We have a couple that we’ll fall back on so we don’t lose the mood though. Sometimes all it takes is one of the things that gets you going. It doesn’t have to be that long. If you are curious, bring it up to him.””I wouldn’t know where to go. How do you keep from getting a virus?””Go to an adult store instead of the internet.””What?! No, I don’t think so. I’d be too embarrassed to do that. Plus if my ex found out he probably give me problems in court.””I tell you what, I can give you an old computer. That way you don’t have to worry about getting a virus on it. You can just burn it down and reload it. You just need to keep it off the same network as your good computer.””Maybe. I’ll think about it. I better go find something to do before Brian gets back so he doesn’t think we’ve been talking about porn the whole time.”She walked back to the walk-in cooler to start pulling dough to proof for the night shift. I watched her ass as she left. She glanced back and saw me looking at her and gave me a questioning look? I pulled another order as it came in and started getting it ready. Brian was happy that the conversation didn’t start back up when he got back.The few days later Mikayla tells me, “I brought the porn movie question up to my husband. He seemed interested.””Wow. Who’d have thought, huh?” I said while giving her an ‘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 about porn movies at work and that you said you watched them with your girlfriend.””A straight forward kurtköy escort approach seems good. What did he say?””He bought it. I think he is wondering if we always talk about sex now.””We don’t. I guess we could though.” I said with my best thoughtful 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. I feel like I can talk to you since the other day. You acted like it was totally normal to talk about it. And you didn’t get creepy. Not very creepy anyway. I can see having 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 my ass!””Damn. If I knew you were fishing, I would have denied it.” I quickly added, “What is so surprising about a guy checking out your ass?””I dunno. I’m 30 and I guess it’s surprising to me that a guy in his early 20’s is giving me the gaze.””I don’t see why. You probably don’t notice when it happens so you think it doesn’t. Or, you’ve decided it doesn’t happen so you don’t notice it.””I’ve had a k** and put on weight.””You might be giving that more importance than you should.”She finished out the next pizza and put it on the conveyor. Later on she asked me to help her move the evening dough out of the cooler and into the proofing cabinets up front. I picked up the 2nd stack of trays and walked up to the front. The proofing cabinets are under the work surface for making the pizzas so, she was on her knees and pushing the trays into the proofers while bent over at the waist. I knew that she was intentionally showing me her ass because she usually just knelt down and slide the trays in. This maneuver was unnecessary. I openly enjoyed the view.As she slide the last tray in Mikayla looked back at me and said, “Thanks for the help. I thought you were going to be subtle.””Brian is out delivering, I didn’t think I had to be.”She gave me a couple more opportunities to ogle her butt. Once when Brian was around even so I really had to be subtle. I decided to see how far Mikayla would go.When we change into and out of our uniforms we all have to use the same bathroom. It is a single occupancy bathroom with a locking door. The night crew checks in completely before the day crew leaves. I stay through the dinner rush but Mikayla heads home. This means she is the last one to change at switch over. I found an excuse to talk to her and walked back to the bathroom with her. We were still talking when she walked in. She stood in the bathroom and I stood outside of it. The door was still open.She said, “I have to change now.”I smiled and said, “I know.””Are you going to close the door?””Eventually.”She realized this was a game of chicken. She smiled and pulled her shirt over her head. Just standing there in her dress pants and beige bra. Yes. I want to see how much further she will go.One of the cooks was coming back to get something out of the pantry, which was right across from the bathroom. I tried to quickly but nonchalantly say, “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” and close the bathroom door. The cook was either busy enough that they didn’t notice, or I pulled off the act. I helped them carry a few #10 cans of pizza sauce to the front. I couldn’t wait for the next day.She walked in the next day and says to me in passing, “I guess 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 trays again. I lug the second stack of trays forward as she is putting the first stack away. She is kneeling on the floor pushing the trays back again. I am enjoying how the dress slacks stretched around her butt. It takes me a moment to realize that her shirt isn’t tucked in and what that might mean. I kneel down behind her. The shirt hanging down and revealing her breasts. She had taken her bra off. I drew a slow breath in trying to control my excitement. I can see her left nipple 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 seeing everything she had wants me to. “No, I got it. Thanks.”A moment later I can smell her arousal. She does too I think. She extricates herself from the cabinet.”Actually, could you finish that for me. I need to get something.””Uh, sure.”She gets up and goes to the back. When she comes back out she has her bra on again and shirt tucked in.”Thank you. Really.”She gives me a smile that acknowledges that maybe she went 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 her scent though my thoughts conjure imagined views of her pussy.She stops teasing me for awhile. We continue to talk but it is more business-like now. While Brian is out, I take my 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 be friends without the shenanigans. We don’t have to flirt when we drop the formality.””I am glad to hear you say that. I don’t mind the flirting and shenanigans. I felt I needed to slow down for me though.””Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and not feeling weird around me.””Thanks. I didn’t realize how much that was bothering me.” With that she walks up next to me and hip checks me. I manage a friendly smile but that hip check sends a spark through me.The next day she started flirting with me again. She even smacks my ass when I am up on the step stool getting a box of cheese from the top shelf of the cooler. It is really difficult to keep my hands off her after that.The next week we have an emergency near the end of shift. One of our other aydıntepe escort stores had a day manager quit. As a parting shot they didn’t get any dough out to proof during the day so the store only had green dough and they don’t figure it out until the night shift arrives. The owner decides that we will take half of our dough to them and hope that the other dough can proof enough during the next two hours to be workable. That will be about 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 the owner asks Mikayla and me to load the dough and make the drive.On the way over we talk.”I’ve been telling my husband about us flirting. It’s lead to a lot of intense sex.””That’s a good thing, right? I don’t need to worry about him coming over to the store to shoot me, do I?””Yeah. It’s good. He gets a thrill out of it. He is surprised that I would act like that. We’ve had a few fantasies about going to the clubs and having me find some 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 with him so far. But just doing that has gotten us going. He tried to lift my dress once to flash my ass but I didn’t let 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 I have that effect on you. It makes me feel good. Sexy.””Good. You should feel that way because you are. Just thinking about seeing your bare ass is causing me a problem.” I reached in my pants and moved my cock to a position where it couldn’t get hard enough to stick out too much.Mikayla saw my hand and asked, “What’re you doing? Don’t masturbate in the truck!””I’m not! I’m just doing some prevention to make sure I don’t get an erection I can’t hide. I don’t want to walk into the store sporting an obvious boner.””Ya know, I’ve been teasing you but you never show me anything in return.””And I’m not going to right now for sure, or you will be dropping the dough off without my help. I wouldn’t be able to hide him.”She laughs. “I think it would be funny to watch you try though.”We don’t say much for the rest of the drive. It takes about 20 minutes to drive from store to store. When we get there the night manager meets us at the door. We get the dough trays unloaded. We can tell he is relieved to get the dough. One of the cooks is pounding on a frozen shredded cheese block with a steel bowl trying to break it apart enough to make it usable. Evidently, the exiting manager had decided not to thaw the cheese either. I wish him good luck and we are back on the road.Now on the way back I decide to start the conversation again.”So, going to the clubs without your panties, eh? Are you wearing any now?””Yes,” she answers, “going commando in slacks isn’t all that comfortable.” “Why would I do that at work anyway?” she says giving me a knowing glance.”So you could flash your bare ass to me, what else?””I could flash you and still wear panties. It’s not like they’re glued on.””Will you really do that?””Maybe. You might mess yourself though.””Give me some credit. I saw your nipple without cumming all over.””Yeah. I guess you did.”We are both quiet for awhile. We are about 5 minutes away and I know that we are coming up to a new townhouse development that is still under construction. An idea hits me but I will have to be fast.”Do you want to give your husband a charge tonight?” I say.”What do you have in mind?””Take your top off for me. Including your bra.””I’m driving.””There’s a new development that will be completely empty. We could park there. It’s just after the next light on the right.””Uhm…””You could watch my reaction up close without having to worry about Brian catching us.”I could see her nipples stiffen up under her shirt and bra. The bra is thick enough that I can’t see the detail but it tented the fabric more than it had a moment ago.”Do you want to see my cock? It seems like the safest place for that to happen.””Okay, deal,” she says.Moments later she turns the truck into the dark neighborhood. True to expectation it is empty. It is a small development with only one way in and out. The townhouses are like a wall against the outside world. One long building blocking the view of the heavily trafficked street that is on the other side. She drives the truck around the loop until she feels hidden enough. Pulling the truck over to the side of the road, and turning off the lights. There is still light coming from the main street that provides dim illumination. We both unlatch our seat belts. We both sit there, turned toward each 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 the baseboards for the whole store.””I won’t back out.” I reach out and tug her shirt just a little. Not enough to actually move it. I can feel my breathing getting faster.”Oh, you want to do it for me do you?””I probably would shoot right there if you let me do that.” It is a wild exaggeration. I hope it sounds complimentary.She reaches around her back and unclasps her bra while still wearing the shirt. Reaching up her sleeves one after the other she slips the bra straps off her arms and then pulls the bra out the left sleeve. “It’ll be sexier this way” She looks at me and shakes her chest just a little to make her breasts sway under the fabric to emphasize her point. I just watch. She pulled the hem of the shirt free from her slacks and started lifting the shirt up by the collar and bunching it around her neck. I can see her hard nipples poking out against the fabric as the shirt rises. Finally, the edge rises over her nipples revealing tuzla içmeler escort her breasts to me. This is a much better vantage point than before. I am not aware that I am holding my breath until I finally let it go.”Wow, those are gorgeous.” That was smooth, I think to myself.Her nipples are erect. Her breasts are beautifully curved. I notice that she is breathing heavy too. Her face is flushed and her eyes are dilated. She finishes pulling the shirt over her head and drops it on the seat beside 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 you want to do it?””Yeah, actually I do,” she replies.I sit back on the seat and let her reach forward to undo the snap on my slacks and pull the zipper down. When she leans over to work on my pants I lift my left hand to her right breast and softly cup her. She either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice. I raise my hips off of the seat so she can pull my slacks down. My cock is erect and straining against the fabric of my underwear. She grabs the band of my underwear near each hip and lifts it over my hard on. I use my right hand to push the back of my waistband over my ass so she could pull my underwear down my thighs. I watch her looking at my cock. I am happy to see that she is so focused on it. She sits up but leaves her hand on my leg. My hand follows her up still cupping her chest. I flick my thumb over her nipple. She draws her breath in through clenched teeth and rolls her eyes for a moment. She focuses her eyes back on me and grabs my cock with her left hand while her right hand 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 finger while pulling forward just enough to stretch her breast. She breaths in quickly again. A little pre-cum builds on the end of my cock head. She wipes it off with her thumb. A strand of sticky pre-cum bridges the gap between her thumb and my cock. I can hear my labored breath sounding loud in the enclosed cab. She bends over quickly and licks the pre-cum from her thumb and my cock at the same time, in a single lick. Then she slides her mouth over my 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 feels good. She starts a rhythmic pumping of her head on me. Up on her hands and knees now. I feel her breast touching my leg. I reach up and grab the handle above the door and support my weight with that arm as I let my torso lean over. I stroke her breasts for a while longer before I slide my hand down her abdomen and over her pussy. My hand is still outside her pants as I cup her pussy, press my fingers against her yielding lips, and slide my fingers back towards her navel. She makes a little humming noise around my cock and rubs herself against my hand as I do this. I move my hand again. This time under her waist band and inside her panties. My fingers caress her lips. She is really wet. It is easy to part her labia and stroke her clit. She lifts her head long enough 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 it over her very round butt cheeks. She helps me remove her slacks by moving her legs around to make it easier to work them off. I try to pull her pussy to my face but she is faster than I am in moving it there. I relish her smell. I love her taste. Fairly drunk with lust at this point I am licking her and encouraging her to grind against my tongue. After a few minutes of this she lifts up off of me completely. “My jaw hurts.” she says, “I don’t usually go down on someone that long.” She turns herself around to face me, swings her left leg over me, and grabs my cock. “I am sure that this will make up for your disappointment though.” She puts the tip in and then lowers her hips in one smooth movement, burying me to the hilt.Now she starts forcefully fucking me. Bouncing on me so hard I think I may get a bruise. “God, you feel so good!” I say. That seems to inflame her and adds a rocking motion to the movement that grinds her clit against me on every down stroke. I can’t hold out any longer. I cum in her pussy. My cocking pulsing. I am sure that she can feel it. My eyes almost tear up from the intensity. A feeling similar to looking at the sun.Luckily, when I am this turned on I don’t go soft after the first orgasm. I suck and pull on her nipples then pull her down against me and gently bite her shoulder. She chants, “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” She starts her orgasm with a groan. Chest turning red. Body shaking. She breathes with shallow breaths and pants it out quickly. Both of her hands clutch my shoulders with a grip like she is trying to keep me from falling off a ledge.Feeling her body relax above me as she allows her weight to be rest upon me. It makes me almost giddy. It is a happy feeling that is hard to describe.Lifting herself with one arm while sweeping her hair back 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 and wanted your tongue in me first.”After a pause she lifts herself off me and my cock wetly slaps against stomach. “Well,” she says, “I think we better get dressed. I’ll drop you off at work but, you can’t go inside.””You think? Tongues may be wagging anyway with as long as we have been away. I thought this was going to be a quick flash and we would be on our way.”The dinner rush is in full swing when we get back. The parking lot is essentially empty with all of the drivers making deliveries. The lights on inside and the sky dark outside seems to hide the fact that we are even there.”That was really fun but we can’t do that at work again,” she says.”Agreed,” I reply. “I will find a way to be with you again though. Somehow.”

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