"The delivery guy should be here in about 40 minutes," Daddy replied after setting his smartphone down on the counter, "Better get ready, here's the cash. Go find the pair of heels in the carry-on and put them on."
He set the cash down on the end of the kitchenette counter closest to the door to the unit.
Daddy then went over to an area between the pool and the kitchenette that was empty. He pulled out a large duffel bag and unzipped it. He then began pulling multiple poles from it.
I walk over to the luggage and unzip it. Inside is a pair of patent black leather platform heels, with an ankle strap. They're just my size. I put them on and admire how they make my feet look. Just as I start to zip up the suitcase, I spot another pair at the bottom. Again they're black, but they have what look like diamonds running along the ankle strap, as well as the edge of the shoe where your foot goes. I take off the plain black and change to the diamond looking pair. I headed to the bathroom to check my makeup and hair. I also need to make sure my pussy wasn't dripping down my legs, considering I'm so wet thinking of exposing myself to the pizza guy.
I came out and Daddy was putting a frame of some sort together. One side connected to the other by an X at the top. In the center, a large spring was hanging. I checked Daddy's smartphone and saw that the pizza guy would be here in about 10 minutes. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach, I was excited yet nervous.
What would he think of seeing my naked body?
Would he think my breasts sagged too much, or my ass was lumpy and fat?
Would he like it?Would he try to touch me?Would he want a picture?
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Leave the cash on the counter, and go answer the door," Daddy said, "and by the way, he can keep the change."
I nervously approached the door and checked the peephole. There he was standing there holding our pizza and the smaller box with the wings. My hand shakily reaches for the door handle, I quickly took a deep breath and opened the door. I took a step back and leaned against the edge of the door.
He stood there staring at me. He couldn't have been more than twenty years old. He then took a breath as his jaw dropped open while staring at my breasts, my nipples standing proudly erect. His eyes then followed down my curves and then fell upon my bare pussy.
"I have a large pizza and two-dozen wings," he said stammering, "The total is $32.98."
I took the pizza and wings from him and turned and made sure to roll my hips as I walked to the kitchenette. I set the boxes down and grabbed the money. I turned on my heel and walked back to the door slowly and sexily. My heels clicking on the tile, making such a wonderful sound with my sexy strut. I'm sure I must be a sight to this poor young guy's eyes. All of the thoughts from before leave my mind, all I can think of is how I sexy I must be.
"Keep the change sweetheart," I said, while still leaning against the door.
He took the cash from me and continued to stand there. He didn't seem to be able to move, just stood there drinking in the site of my naked flesh. Without thinking one hand moved to a nipple and gave it a bit of a tweak, while my other snaked it's way to my pussy and started to stroke my clit. He kept staring, while he slowly licked his lips. His pants seem to be tenting in his crotch, before he can reply or make any advances, I step back from the door and grabbed it by the edge and started to slowly close it. I held up my other hand and waved bye to him, "sweet dreams sweetheart!" I called out as the door closed and latched. I quickly did all of the locks and then let out a huge sigh.
"Daddy... Daddy... I need to cum!" I cried out.
"Not yet, darling," Daddy replied coolly and calmly.
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My Hidden Life Exposed
عاطفيةA middle aged housewife is discovered, by her husband, being involved in a secret emotional affair with a former lover via the internet. Instead of divorcing and casting her out of his life, he instead uses her submissive side to turn her into his...
