Oh my sluts. It was a crazy evening.
Yesterday it happened again – finally. As lazy as I am sometimes after studying and working, I ordered a pizza. It was my second time after my last confession about the pizza delivery guy. But the first time it wasn’t his shift. But yesterday it was.
So what happened?
As always I ordered online and while I was typing in my contact infos I already felt my pulse rising as I imagined what I would do or how I’d react if HE really delivered the pizza again. And most importantly how would he react? I mean we don’t know each other. I don’t know what he’s up to, whether he has a partner or what he is doing besides delivering pizza. So it was just a lot going through my mind, but mostly how great and naughty the first fuck was and that I wanted it again.
45 minutes later someone rang the doorbell and guess who it was…yes my guy. I opened the door and he looked at me smiling but also confident. He handed me the pizza and let himself in. I didn’t mind. I actually liked his upbeat attitude.