On a tranquil Friday evening, a gentle breeze played with the leaves in the quiet neighborhood where Beth lived. At 38, Beth carried herself with an air of confidence and grace. Her blonde hair framed her face like a golden halo, and her blue eyes sparkled with the depth of her experiences. She was a dedicated single mother to her 15-year-old daughter. Emily’s daughter was upstairs in her bedroom, engrossed in her usual Friday evening routine of playing on her computer.
After a long day of meticulously balancing numbers as an accountant at a prominent company, Beth found herself yearning for a simple pleasure. She slipped out of her office attire and into the warm embrace of her shower. The water cascaded over her like a soothing symphony, washing away the strains of the day and leaving her feeling rejuvenated.
As she stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Beth decided to indulge in one of her favorite Friday night rituals – ordering a pizza. The thought of a warm, cheesy slice was a small comfort that she looked forward to, and tonight was no exception.
With her laptop perched on her lap, Beth browsed through various options, her mouth watering as she imagined the taste of her chosen toppings. She placed her order and leaned back, a sense of contentment settling over her as she looked forward to the treat that awaited her.
The doorbell chimed, rousing Beth from her thoughts. With a quick glance at the clock, she realized her pizza had arrived sooner than expected. She opened the door to find a tall, confident man with a warm smile standing on her doorstep. His deep, melodious voice was like a caress to her ears as he greeted her.
“Good evening, ma’am. I’ve got your pizza delivery,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of an accent that hinted at his Jamaican roots.
Beth’s heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. His dark hair and friendly smile seemed to light up the evening, and she couldn’t help but feel a sudden flutter of excitement in his presence. She welcomed the distraction from her routine and offered him a smile in return.
“Thank you,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. “I appreciate it.”
As their fingers brushed during the exchange, a spark of connection seemed to pass between them. Beth’s cheeks warmed, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary. There was something intriguing about this chance encounter, something that made her legs shake.
“Enjoy your pizza,” he said, his smile lingering.
“Thank you,” Beth replied once more, her heart racing.
As the door closed behind him, Beth found herself holding her breath for a moment. The encounter was brief, yet it left an impression on her. She carried the pizza to the kitchen and settled at the dining table, the flavors on her plate a backdrop to her swirling thoughts.
As she savored each bite, Beth’s mind wandered to the man who had delivered her pizza. She wondered about his life, his dreams, and the path that had brought him to her doorstep. She realized that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters could hold a touch of magic, a promise of something more.
The weekend unfolded, and Beth’s thoughts continued to drift back to the pizza delivery man. She found herself looking forward to the next Friday, wondering if destiny would bring them together again. And when the following Friday arrived, Beth ordered another pizza with a hint of excitement in her heart. She hasn’t seen anyone after her divorce, which was 4 years ago.
Beth hopped into the shower for a quick rinse, eagerly counting down the moments until her pizza would arrive. She threw on an old white t-shirt afterward, which turned a bit see-through because her breasts were still damp from the shower. The doorbell chimed, and she practically flew down the stairs, excitement bubbling up. Opening the door, her heart skipped a beat; it was the same pizza delivery guy as last week, the tall Jamaican dude with all the charm.
He flashed a grin and casually said, “Hey there, how’s it going?” Beth’s own smile matched his as her heart did a little dance. “I’m good, thanks,” she answered, her voice carrying that extra touch of upbeat energy.
He starred quickly at Beth’s t-shirt as her nipples were popping through her t-shirt. As he handed over the pizza box Beth grabbed his hand and put on her breast. She felt her face turned red, and she was breathing heavily. She found herself at a loss to explain why she had acted in such a manner; it was as if her hand and pussy had gained control over her brain. Her legs exhibited a subtle tremble as well, adding to the inexplicable sensation.
The pizza man was taken aback by what she had just done, a mixture of surprise and a certain arousal swirling within him, yet he didn’t seem to mind at all. He started to massage her boob while with his other hand was holding the pizza box. She sighted slowly and looked into his eyes. He knew that she was horny.
They stared at eachother for a moment. He then whispered in her ear “You know, you’re very sexy.” Beth blushed and said “do you want to come in?”
He nodded and followed her into her house. She closed the door behind him. He put the pizza box on the bedside table. Beth looked at him and said “take off your shirt”. He removed his shirt revealing a muscular body.
Beth stared at his abs and then his huge cock. It was already hard and sticking out of his pants.
“Sit down on the couch”, Beth said. The pizza guy sat down and Beth stood in front of him.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his big dick. “Mmmm, nice and thick”, Beth said. She slowly stroked his cock. The pizza guy moaned softly. Beth then bent over and took his cock into her mouth.
She sucked it slowly. “Oh yeah, that feels so good”, the pizza guy said. Beth continued sucking his cock for a few minutes. Then she stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her perky breasts bounced out.
“Take off your pants”, Beth commanded. The pizza guy obeyed and removed his pants. His cock was rock hard. Beth went down and started sucking his cock again. She sucked him slowly and deeply.
Then she stopped and stood up. “Fuck me now”, Beth demanded. The pizza guy stood up and pushed Beth against the wall. He spread her legs and entered her pussy. Beth moaned loudly as he fucked her.
“Do you like my cock?” He whispered.
“Yes, fuck me harder!” He grabbed her and took her to the couch. He bent her over and started to fuck from behind her and playing with her clitoris meanwhile. Beth felt that she will explode soon.
“I’m going to cum”, Beth yelled. The pizza guy started pounding her faster and faster. Beth had the long-awaited orgasm. He pussy fluid was dripping down on her legs.
“Cum inside me”, Beth ordered. The pizza guy came deep inside her pussy. They both collapsed on the couch. “That was amazing”, Beth said. “Thank you”, the pizza guy replied. Beth kissed him and said “thank you”.
After a few minutes, they got up from the couch and the pizzaman said that he must go as his shift is not over yet. He got dressed, and was about to leave.
Beth put her t-shirt on and walked him to the door.
Pizza guy said goodbye. “See you next week? He asked.
“Can I have your number?” She asked. “Sure”. He got a pen from pocket and wrote his number on the pizza box. “I’ll text you if my daughter is away again..sorry, what’s your name?” she said.
“I’m Sam,” he replied, his face lighting up with a sweet smile. “Nice to meet you,” he continued, reaching out to take her hand and planting a soft kiss on it.
“I am Beth” she replied with a girlie smile.
He closed the door, and Beth could hear as he drove away. Beth was happy that she got a new friend. She loved being a slut.