Ding Dong! (part 3)

This is part 3. Other parts can be found in comments.
**Ding Dong! (continued)**

Months had passed since Mac’s chance encounter with.. *Shit, what was her name?* She never gave her name but he vaguely remembered it printed on the ticket. *It started with a “B.” Belinda? No that couldn’t be it.* “Bella,” he said aloud to himself. He wasn’t convinced that was her name, but she was beautiful, and he found the idea of the Italian language and pizza connection mildly amusing. In the months that followed their sexual romp, he was unable to get her out of his head. He kept watching the delivery tickets, hoping that she would place another order that he could take, but none came. *Maybe she didn’t like the pizza? Maybe this was just a thing that she did? Seducing young delivery men in her home?* That seemed unlikely.

Mac’s thoughts wandered through various parts of the encounter and, as often was the case, he found himself growing stiff. Thankfully he was at home this time and not in the middle of his shift. He hopped up and shut the door to his bedroom; he still lived with his parents but his dad was at work and mother would be watching Netflix upstairs for the foreseeable future.

His hands wandered down his lower abdomen and rubbed gently on the outside of his cargo shorts, sending an involuntary twitch from his erection to his spine. *Zzzzipp*. Mac laid in bed and began softly rubbing his member through his cotton boxers. He reached for his phone instinctively and began perusing the usual sites. He skimmed through the thumbnails for a couple minutes, struggling to find something that would give him what he needed. He frustratingly tossed his phone to the side, deciding to opt for using his own imagination instead. This was not something he typically did, but he just wasn’t in the mood for porn today.

He closed his eyes and pictured Her, as best he could remember, reliving the scene in his head from beginning to end. Mac remembered the dildo that she had left out on her bed that day and imagined what she would have done with it. He pulled his boxers down, releasing his now fully erect cock, the first traces of his arousal beginning to form on the tip. He rubbed his precum between his finger and thumb, pressing slow circles around the head, gradually building more and more wetness. He imagined it was Her, teasing him with her delicate tongue as she looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes, wearing a sly smile as she watched the tension build in his face. He wrapped his now slick fingers around his cock with just enough pressure as he slid them down to the base and back up again, slowly at first, this time imagining her wet lips enveloping his member as far as she could go before gradually coming back up, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. He continued in this way, using long, deliberate strokes, each one picking up ever so slightly in tempo until he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He picked up the pace, stroking more and more furiously, his hips bucking occasionally as the climax began to build. She was there, jerking him happily, her mouth poised right at the tip, ready to catch his release.

*“Come for me Mac,” she whispered seductively. He let out a series of faint moans as his hips gyrated into the air. “Oh Mac.. mmm..”*

“Mac?” Knock, knock. “You in there? You’re going to be late to your appointment.” *FUCK*! Nothing quite ruined an orgasm like the sound of his Mom’s voice.

*Sigh*. “Ya. I’m coming mom.” Unfortunately just not in the way he had hoped.

Mac had forgotten all about his doctor’s appointment today. It was nothing major, at least he hoped. He had a dark mole on his lower back that his mom had be nagging him to have looked at for years and he had finally given in.

“Do you want me to go with you, hon?”

“No thanks,” Mac replied, only mildly annoyed that she still referred to him as “hon.” “I’ll be fine.” Mac grabbed his keys and headed for the door, his erection now just a distant memory. It was a short drive to the doctor’s office and he arrived in plenty of time. *Seriously couldn’t have given me another 30 seconds*, he mused, an inaudible chuckle escaping his lips. He stepped inside the office and got his paperwork filled out, before being called in about 15 minutes later. He was led to a small room, typical of any hospital room he’d ever been in, and was instructed to have a seat while he waited for the nurse to see him. Another 10 minutes passed as Mac sat and wasted time on his phone before finally a knock came at the door. *Why do they bother knocking?* The door swung open before he had a chance to reply. Mac looked up from his phone and could not believe what he saw.

*Is that.. It IS her! Holy shit!* A flood of thoughts began rushing through Mac’s head. Would she recognize him without his pizza delivery uniform on? If she doesn’t, should he say something, or just try to play it cool? *God, she looks so fucking hot in those form fitting scrubs..*

“Hello,” she began, looking down at the chart as she entered. “Mac, is it? Looks like you are here for a..” She trailed off, finally looking up from her clipboard for the first time. *She remembers me! Shit! Now what do I do? Play. It. Cool. Don’t be an idiot.*

“Moles. I mean mole,” Mac stammered. *What in the literal fuck is wrong with you? So much for not being an idiot.* She stared back at him in much the same way he was looking at her, as though she had just seen a ghost.

“Pizza man?” she asked, almost as though she was speaking to herself. As the wave of acknowledgement hit the two of them their faces flooded with deep shades of red. She quickly closed the door behind her.

“Uh, yeah, heh. My name is actually Mac. Guess I, uh, never gave it before.” Mac bit his lower lip as he ogled her shirt in search of a name tag. She could tell.

“Becky,” she replied with an awkward giggle. *BECKY! I knew it started with a B!* “I’m Becky,” she repeated, apparently just as bewildered as he was. They stared at each other for some time, mouths agape. Clearly neither had ever expected to see each other again. As time passed, Becky was first to pull herself together somewhat.

“Ahem, um, well, it’s good to, uh, meet you Mac,” Becky continued, desperately hoping her quickened pulse wasn’t detectable in her voice. Becky had thought of Him too, indeed, numerous times, most often in the bath. “Let me get your vitals real quick and the doctor should be in to see you soon,” she continued, remembering that she had an actual job to do.

What followed was perhaps the most tension filled, awkward diagnostics check in the history of mankind. Becky rolled up Mac’s sleeve to take his blood pressure. The inadvertent touch made Mac jump. Becky giggled. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.” She paused. “Unless you want me to.” Mac’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. *Did she really just say that?*

*Did I really just say that?! Becky thought to herself. God, what am I thinking?*

The monitor compressed, tightening around his arm. Mac felt like he might just pass out right then and there. At last, it released. Becky took note of the value on the computer before turning back to face him. Mac sat there, still wide-eyed, staring at her, mouth agape, awaiting her next instruction.

Becky looked at him. She was clearly out of his league in terms of maturity, but that was part of the appeal. It was clear to her that he was a bit more awe-struck than she was upon meeting again. While she certainly hadn’t expected it, she had, for the most part, moved on, acknowledging that it was a one-time thing and she was lucky it had worked out as well as it did. Still, she was a believer in fate, and this opportunity seemed a bit too surreal to pass up. She decided to have some fun with it.

*“I need your fingers in me, Mac.”* He froze. Was this really happening?

“Here? Now? What if we got caught?” Mac whispered, glancing nervously at the door.

Becky gave him a puzzled look. “What? I said I need your finger, Mac. To check your pulse?”

*Fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck shit!* “What? Oh. Right. Sorry. I, uh. My mind is. So early, ya?” It was 1 o’clock. He held out his right hand.

Becky took his hand by the wrist as she continued. “It’s okay. I sometimes get nervous at the doctor’s office too. Just try and relax. Here. Maybe this will help?” She brought his hand up to her soft lips, lightly squeezing his index and middle fingers together before delivering the softest of kisses to the ends of his fingers. She closed her eyes and brought the first inch of them into her wet mouth, her tongue dancing around the skin like a professional ballerina. She imagined she held his magical cock in her mouth. The two fingers were roughly the same diameter, but that was about where the similarities ended. Nevertheless, this would have to suffice for now. She grabbed his wrist snugly and pulled his fingers further into her salivating mouth, with a slowness that was almost imperceptible. Like a caterpillar, she wiggled her lips bit by bit, taking in more and more of him, until at last they filled her mouth all the way to the final knuckle. She could just start to feel the tips of his fingers flirt with the back of her throat. She opened her eyes, locking them with Mac’s dumb-struck gaze. She ventured a smile, though difficult to see in her current state, and began to slide his fingers back out of her mouth, in much the same way that they went in, her tongue sliding along the underside the whole way out. She snuck a quick glance down at his lap, eager to see the fruits of her labors. As expected, Mac did not disappoint in that regard. He was wearing a pair of grey gym shorts, which now had a noticeable darker grey spot on them, the size of a half dollar. The bulge that produced the spot strained against the waistband.

“There now,” she said coyly, slipping the monitor over the end of his finger. “Feel better?” Mac barely managed to reply with a few coughs and grunts. “Oh my. Your heart is racing, Mac!” She looked at him with a devilish smile.

He finally broke his silence. “I wonder why.” They both broke into a chorus of laughter before Becky turned to leave.

“The doctor will be right with you. And Mac?” She paused, turning back to look at him. “I’ll be getting off soon. At least, I hope I will,” she said, giving him a wink and smile before the door shut behind her.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/njexte/ding_dong_part_3