30-12-2018, 01:12 PM
An hour later.
BINGBONGBINGBONG
The doorbell rang. Shama opened the door with a towel wrapped around her.
"Your pizza ma'am."
"Oh yes, sorry, I was in the shower." she said blushing.
"That's okay. It'll be 18.22"
"Let me get my purse."
She said and walked back, one hand on the towel. She picked up her purse. And then as she was walking back to the door, moved her arm slightly. And the towel unraveled, leaving her exposed. She was just wearing her panties. Her boobs were in full view.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she said, covering her magnificent boobs.
"It's okay, ma'am."
"Come in and close the door." she said picking up the towel.
"Okay."
"See, this is the uncertain bit, Parth. What if the guy isn't well-behaved and just lunges at me?"
"I sure wanna lunge at you." I said, not pretending to be the pizza guy anymore, now that she had ended the roleplay. We had decided to practice how an accidental towel drop exposure to a pizza delivery guy might go.
"Be serious!!" she snapped, wrapping the towel around her again.
"Okay okay." I said, "If the guy does lunge at you, remember, I will be right there. I'll put a stop to it."
"I don't know, Parth." she sat down on the couch. "I admit all this turns me on. And it's something I really want to try out with you. But it just has so many risks."
"Like I said, I'll be there. It's a low risk scenario."
"Maybe, but is it plausible? Won't the guy immediately know that I'm doing this as a dare or a kinky experiment?"
"Wearing panties will definitely suggest that."
"Hey, you said I should do whatever I am comfortable with. I am not comfortable just flashing everything to strangers yet."
I was on the verge of saying, you've already been completely naked in front of two guys. But she hadn't brought it up yet. And I didn't want to upset the delicate balance we had achieved.
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry."
She looked away and down in a gesture that after a decade together, I had deciphered as her wanting to think and not talk. I gave her time.
"Okay, place the order." she finally said.
"Yes!"
"But not pizza. Order Chinese."
"Okay, but why?"
"Just thinking back to all the delivery guys I have seen, I just feel more comfortable doing this for the first time in front of a Chinese delivery guy. They just seem nicer and more...manageable...than the pizza delivery guys."
"Your call." I shrugged and started placing the order.
For the next half hour, like the obsessive compulsive planner that she was, Shama went through every detail of what we were about to do. She practiced different towel tucks and different ways to make its drop seem accidental. She went and got a shower cap to make it believable that she had actually been in the shower. She kept going over the lines she would use. And she changed her mind three times about where I should stand, out of sight, but also ready to jump in and rescue her if needed.
BINGBONGBINGBONG
This time it was real.
"Shit, I can't believe we are actually doing this." she said.
I walked to the spot she had chosen for me in the narrow hallway close to the front door. And I stood there, my heart thumping. She checked her towel tuck and winked at me and smiled as she opened the door, clad just in the towel and the shower cap.
"Oh hi, sorry, I was in the shower."
"Ok." I heard the guy say.
"How much is it?" she asked.
"It's a 21.50." I couldn't see the guy but I could hear his strong accent,
I was so excited as Shama nodded, took the food bag, and walked to get her purse. She didn't look at me, but I could see her face was flushed. She reached into the purse and started walking back. This is it. This is when the towel drops. I was already hard.
"Here." she handed him 25 dollars. "Keep the change."
"Thank you." he said.
The door closed. There had been no towel drop and no exposure.
"Sorry, I chickened out." Shama said turning to me.
"Yeah you did."
"But I can still do this."
She let the towel drop and took her shower cap off. She stepped out of her panties and charged at me. I was hard. She was wet. She lunged at me at got on top right there on the floor. As disappointed as I was that she hadn't gone through with it, I loved her supercharged horny self as she bit me hard and I pounded her.
A while later, we were still on the floor, wrapped around each other's bodies. Shama was still breathing hard as she started talking.
"It just didn't feel right to me."
"That's okay." I said stroking her ass.
"This is our home. And it's our usual restaurant. Standing there, wrapped in a towel, looking at that guy, it just felt... I don't know...forced and cliched."
"Okay."
"He literally knows where we live."
"Would you have gone through with it if we were in, say, Jamaica where no one knows us?" I casually asked.
She didn't say anything for a while, but from her face, I could tell that she was in that thinking mode.
"Speaking of Jamaica...I should have told you this earlier..."
And she finally started telling me what I already knew.
THE END
BINGBONGBINGBONG
The doorbell rang. Shama opened the door with a towel wrapped around her.
"Your pizza ma'am."
"Oh yes, sorry, I was in the shower." she said blushing.
"That's okay. It'll be 18.22"
"Let me get my purse."
She said and walked back, one hand on the towel. She picked up her purse. And then as she was walking back to the door, moved her arm slightly. And the towel unraveled, leaving her exposed. She was just wearing her panties. Her boobs were in full view.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she said, covering her magnificent boobs.
"It's okay, ma'am."
"Come in and close the door." she said picking up the towel.
"Okay."
"See, this is the uncertain bit, Parth. What if the guy isn't well-behaved and just lunges at me?"
"I sure wanna lunge at you." I said, not pretending to be the pizza guy anymore, now that she had ended the roleplay. We had decided to practice how an accidental towel drop exposure to a pizza delivery guy might go.
"Be serious!!" she snapped, wrapping the towel around her again.
"Okay okay." I said, "If the guy does lunge at you, remember, I will be right there. I'll put a stop to it."
"I don't know, Parth." she sat down on the couch. "I admit all this turns me on. And it's something I really want to try out with you. But it just has so many risks."
"Like I said, I'll be there. It's a low risk scenario."
"Maybe, but is it plausible? Won't the guy immediately know that I'm doing this as a dare or a kinky experiment?"
"Wearing panties will definitely suggest that."
"Hey, you said I should do whatever I am comfortable with. I am not comfortable just flashing everything to strangers yet."
I was on the verge of saying, you've already been completely naked in front of two guys. But she hadn't brought it up yet. And I didn't want to upset the delicate balance we had achieved.
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry."
She looked away and down in a gesture that after a decade together, I had deciphered as her wanting to think and not talk. I gave her time.
"Okay, place the order." she finally said.
"Yes!"
"But not pizza. Order Chinese."
"Okay, but why?"
"Just thinking back to all the delivery guys I have seen, I just feel more comfortable doing this for the first time in front of a Chinese delivery guy. They just seem nicer and more...manageable...than the pizza delivery guys."
"Your call." I shrugged and started placing the order.
For the next half hour, like the obsessive compulsive planner that she was, Shama went through every detail of what we were about to do. She practiced different towel tucks and different ways to make its drop seem accidental. She went and got a shower cap to make it believable that she had actually been in the shower. She kept going over the lines she would use. And she changed her mind three times about where I should stand, out of sight, but also ready to jump in and rescue her if needed.
BINGBONGBINGBONG
This time it was real.
"Shit, I can't believe we are actually doing this." she said.
I walked to the spot she had chosen for me in the narrow hallway close to the front door. And I stood there, my heart thumping. She checked her towel tuck and winked at me and smiled as she opened the door, clad just in the towel and the shower cap.
"Oh hi, sorry, I was in the shower."
"Ok." I heard the guy say.
"How much is it?" she asked.
"It's a 21.50." I couldn't see the guy but I could hear his strong accent,
I was so excited as Shama nodded, took the food bag, and walked to get her purse. She didn't look at me, but I could see her face was flushed. She reached into the purse and started walking back. This is it. This is when the towel drops. I was already hard.
"Here." she handed him 25 dollars. "Keep the change."
"Thank you." he said.
The door closed. There had been no towel drop and no exposure.
"Sorry, I chickened out." Shama said turning to me.
"Yeah you did."
"But I can still do this."
She let the towel drop and took her shower cap off. She stepped out of her panties and charged at me. I was hard. She was wet. She lunged at me at got on top right there on the floor. As disappointed as I was that she hadn't gone through with it, I loved her supercharged horny self as she bit me hard and I pounded her.
A while later, we were still on the floor, wrapped around each other's bodies. Shama was still breathing hard as she started talking.
"It just didn't feel right to me."
"That's okay." I said stroking her ass.
"This is our home. And it's our usual restaurant. Standing there, wrapped in a towel, looking at that guy, it just felt... I don't know...forced and cliched."
"Okay."
"He literally knows where we live."
"Would you have gone through with it if we were in, say, Jamaica where no one knows us?" I casually asked.
She didn't say anything for a while, but from her face, I could tell that she was in that thinking mode.
"Speaking of Jamaica...I should have told you this earlier..."
And she finally started telling me what I already knew.
THE END
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