Added: Rebekah Munn - Date: 15.09.2021 07:54 - Views: 10695 - Clicks: 7323
A few years back I rented a country cottage for the weekend with two of my friends, we spent the first day hiking and taking full advantage of both the village pubs within walking distance. Our plan had been to purchase food from local shops; unfortunately what we had forgotten to take into is that in these small villages tend to close quite early.
This meant that when we returned home that evening there was very little food at all, which is to say 5 bottles of wine, 1 bag of kettle chips, 2 oranges and a half eaten mars bar. We had all been drinking so driving to the nearest town was quite out of the question, so after a brief scrabble through to the door to decide the order we would get to use the shower they had a great incentive to win for reasons which will soon become apparent we thought it would be a good idea to try and order food in. Before I left for my shower Pizza dare stories suggested we should try and order in some pizza, since this is one food which is really hard to mess up, they would shout me once somewhere to deliver had been found.
So twenty-five minutes later I wandered into the living room my hair still damp and a towel wrapped tightly around me. Quite warmed through I slumped down into the chair by the fire and poured myself a glass of wine, since the scrabble board was set up so I reached over to collect my tiles.
I just grinned sheepishly since they both knew from experience that I tended to lose track of time under such circumstance, then it struck me that they had said the Pizza was late. While Clare knew that I would sunbathe topless on holiday and take the odd tame dare, Julie actually knew the sort of things I had got up to in the past often with her helping out.
Clare was really convulsing while trying to stop laughing long enough to form a response, Julie shouted through into the passage that Pizza dare stories would just be a minute then sorted out the money and handed it to me. I was actually quite nervous at this point, in part because I had never done anything like this when Clare was around and I was starting to feel the butterflies in my stomach.
I took a deep breath and mentally took control and began walking towards the front door the coldness of the passage was giving my Goosebumps everywhere. It felt like it had taken a long to reach the door and by the time I arrived Julie had managed to drag Clare to the doorway to watch.
I would guess the man delivering the pizza was in his early twenties; he had the look of a student about him despite the bright red delivery jacket and did not at this point appear too impressed at having been kept waiting. This look turned to confusion when greeted by two laughing women at the other end of the passage and my blushing face, bare left shoulder and arm peeking around the door.
This set Clare off again who was starting to have difficulty breathing she was laughing so much.
I looked at the deliveryman and said one moment, withdrew my hand then closed the door again as he once more looked confused. I now moved so I was standing free of the door with the Pizza dare stories in my right hand, my chest felt really tight and I was holding my breath… I wanted to do this but almost felt paralysed.
The first thing to hit me was the cold, there was a cloudless sky and after such a warm day it seemed that there was a true balance in the evenings temperatures. The goose bumps were especially visible around my nipples which were now perfectly erect as I stood there feet apart shivering slightly, making no attempt to cover myself beyond rubbing my arms a little for warmth.
The deliveryman finally understood what the laughing had been about and his eyes were open as wide as they could possibly go. My hand shaking I lifted up the money and attempted to hand it over, he clumsily took it from me then tried to count out the change while I waited with a hand extended.
He ended up dropping the coins onto the ground and without thinking dropped down onto one knee to pick them up, without really thinking… it was only when he lifted his head up again and found himself about an inch away from my fluff that he realised what he had done. Again seemingly paralyzed and blushing furiously he knelt there staring for almost a minute while Julie was now doubled over laughing. Finally managing to stammer out an apology not knowing where to look he stood up using the doorframe to help him, pausing slightly as his eyes reached my breasts. Finally he handed over the change and the receipt while trying not to stare, then he turned around and opened up the container on the back of his bike to took out the pizzas, which is fortunate as otherwise they would have been freezing by now.
To be honest I felt he had already had quite a tip but with a raised eye-brow decided to play Pizza dare stories, reopening the door as he was putting his helmet back on I indicated to wait for one moment then walked along the passage to Julie, allowing him to view the only part of me which had remained hidden so far.
As the door closed behind me for the last time I leaned back against it the enormity of what I had done this evening struck, and I began laughing as much as the other two. Once I had regained my composure I picked up the food, carried it down to the other end of the passage and handed it over to Julie. It really had to be Julie since Clare would be in no fit condition to so much as stand up for at least another 10 minutes. Leaving her to set things up I decided it would probably be a good idea to go and find clothing more suitable to a glass of wine and a game of scrabble since in truth I was a bit cold.
Pizza dare stories getting dressed I headed back into the living room to find that they had kindly left the chair by the fire for me, Clare was still bursting into giggling fits at sporadic moments with seemingly no control at all which led to some very long turns waiting for her to place the tiles. It also seemed an extra pizza had been delivered too so we all ended up eating far too much, but it was a very memorable evening and probably my favourite pizza dare.
S I should mention this but there are three great traditions whenever we go away:.
As a former pizza delivery person, I learned that the Pizza Dare is actually common. It used to happen to me 2 or 3 times a month. The home addresses become known to the dispatcher, and the drivers. We would snag those orders as soon as they became available.
I have a few stories from the other side of the door to tell! A delivery flasher, with encouraging friends and into boardgames. Save my name,and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Love Alice x. S I should mention this but there are three great traditions whenever we go away: The playing of scrabble.
The playing of Gobbos a GW card game, often played when in no fit state for scrabble. At least one bottle of wine per person. Adventures of an Exhibitionist.Pizza dare stories
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