Brit Cums Out of Her Shell Ch. 07

Ch 7

By the time Brittany got home from her first day at Cade's shop, she was more than just hot and bothered. She'd fantasized about ways to make the rest of her vacation a little more eventful, and she barely even remembered the 20-minute drive home. She couldn't help but think about all her little encounters that had been building up since late spring, and her adventurous morning with Hal's boss felt like a tipping point for what had been several months of build-up.

If Brian had been available, she might have even considered inviting him over. She told herself it would be an innocent enough offer, even if she did 'forget' to invite his girlfriend, Cally. She imagined him coming over early that afternoon, a few hours before Hal got home. She would be working out in the living room, sweating in her tight workout clothes.

He could just watch, they could talk, she might get a little hot and decide to get more comfortable... Brittany stopped. She knew that would be too much. She'd been feeling adventurous, but inviting men over while her boyfriend was at work? And stripping in front of them? And... Brittany shook her head at the thought. That's too far. Right? she wondered. She remembered how Hal had practically encouraged every situation involving her and another guy, and --

Brittany had to add the caveat, talking to herself in her car, "Except Jeremy. And John. And maybe Rick on the drive home?" She bit her lip.

But then... So Hal's boss isn't too far? I did do it for Hal. I think. She tried to rationalize it, but decided she needed some fresh air. She got out of her car, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When no new ideas popped into her head, she opened her eyes and leaned back against the door of her car. "Well, then," she said softly.

A new thought hit her as she considered what it was she wanted. She looked up a local pizza place. Maybe, she thought, it can be something more innocent? Without a second thought, she called and ordered a medium pizza, breadsticks, a liter of soda, and wings for delivery. It was only 1pm by that point, but Brittany felt she could easily enough tell Hal she bought it for them as an early dinner. After all, it's not like she was ordering it so she could eat it right when it got there. She ordered it because Hal usually wasn't home until 4:30 or 5. Plenty of time for her to have a little more fun.

Over the following 45 minutes, Brittany paced around her living room, a spring in her step and one finger to her lips as she thought about what she was about to do. In the first few minutes, she changed out of the outfit she wore that morning and into a bathrobe that normally stayed in the bathroom. She needed to wash her blouse, anyway.

The robe was a plush gray half-robe that only covered a few inches down her legs, leaving her legs totally exposed. Without any underwear, her tits bounced generously under the soft fabric. After a few minutes pacing the living room in the revealing robe, she returned to the bathroom, and realized that she wasn't going to look too convincing with her hair dry, so she took a damp towel from the night before and wrapped her hair in the towel.

Brittany looked in the mirror. The bathrobe was short -- barely covering her mid-thighs -- and the way she'd tied the knot over her stomach left little to the imagination. She thought of what she wanted to do, and started to feel a little guilty. She watched her reflection as a frown creased her face. Wouldn't this make Hal a little upset? Or a lot?

Her boyfriend's words worked their way around her head -- he was always telling her how they were 'good,' and that she should do things she wanted to do. Not to mention how openly he talked about her around other guys. In a lot of ways, he seemed to enjoy the way other men wanted her. Like it was an accomplishment.

Really, though, Hal would be thrilled if he found out about this. She couldn't help but wince as those words bubbled to the surface: if he found out. Still, I do want to do this. So Hal would just laugh and make some kind of comment about how I could always take it farther, right?

She hadn't noticed when, but she realized she was smiling again. Mischievously, but smiling nonetheless.

Feeling satisfied -- both about Hal and about how she looked -- she went back to pacing in her living room. She untied the knot on her robe and loosely retied it, making sure it didn't close on her front entirely. It left a strip of skin visible from her neck straight down to her pubis mons. The only thing covering her naked pussy was the loose knot in the robe. Her tits hung heavily against her chest, and the two melons looked like they could slip out of the robe if she tried anything other than walk in a straight line.

As her little fantasy played out in her mind, she realized she needed one more thing. Glancing around her living room, she grabbed a small end table from one of the couches and took it over to the front door. She set it down in the hallway where it would be visible from the door, then brought her purse out and set it on the end table with shaking hands.

She was back in the living room when the doorbell rang at almost 2 o clock. Brittany froze with sudden anxiety. She hadn't heard a car pull up on the driveway, and didn't notice anyone walking up to the house.

She glanced out the window and realized that a small sedan was parked out on the sidewalk with a faded pizza decal on the passenger door. She'd wanted to see who was coming up the driveway in case she needed to change plans. "Okay, decide at the door," she muttered.

Brittany took a deep breath to steady her nerves and walked to the front door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob. With another deep breath, she fidgeted with the towel wrapped around her hair and opened the door.

A young man stood outside, holding a pizza box in one hand. His dark skin reflected a sheen of sweat on his foerhead and his pizza uniform clung loosely around his shoulders. He had short, curly black hair that shot straight up an inch.

His dark eyes flitted down, then back up Brittany's body. His gaze lingered for a long time on her almost-exposed tits.

"Hi!" she said to the young man, waving one hand. "Sorry about the robe, I thought I'd have a few more minutes after getting out of the shower."

"Uh, hi, uh, that's alright. I definitely don't mind," he said. "I have your pizza here. It's uh, $30.53." The entire time he spoke, he couldn't pull his eyes off her tits.

Brittany didn't mind. Her heart was pounding as she nodded, though. "Oh okay, thank you! Let me see if I have a few tens in my purse," she said. She turned around, strode two steps back to the little end table in plain view of the delivery driver, and bent over her purse.

Behind her, the young man's jaw dropped open as Brittany's half-robe easily slid up over her ass. Normally, it wouldn't just slide up like that. All it took was a little lift from her shoulders as she bent over, though. His head swiveled over his shoulder as he looked for anyone being nosy, and then he ducked low to get a better view of the blonde's bare pussy, his phone appearing in his free hand in a flash.

Brittany's fingers were shaking so badly, she couldn't seem to unclasp the main pocket on her purse where she kept her cash. She knew she was completely exposed, and judging by the "stiff silence" behind her, the guy wasn't about to complain. The thought of the young man checking out her round ass, her tone legs, and ducking down (she heard that) to check out her tight -- now wet -- pussy was quickly converting her anxiety into horny excitement.

Suddenly she was holding two twenty dollar bills in one hand and standing up with a fistful of change. Before turning around, she tugged on the loose knot around her stomach, almost undoing the knot entirely. She turned around, and with the first step, her tits pushed against the inside of her robe and jostled the knot loose. With her second step, the knot fell loose and the robe opened wide, baring her tits -- and her cunt, if he took a step down one of the steps -- for the young man.

The phone had disappeared back into his pocket, but the young delivery driver's shocked expression remained. "Um, w- w-wow," he said.

Brittany ducked her head as she held out the cash. "Oops," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry about that!"

Instead of tying her robe, she rapidly handed the man both twenty-dollar bills and counted out some change. She added up fifty-three cents as she danced from foot to foot, as if trying to rush so she could tie up her robe, and then dropped several of the coins in her attempt to transfer them into one hand.

As the loose change clinked and bounced around her floor, the delivery driver pulled out his phone again. Brittany fully bent over to pick up change. A little smile was on her lips even has her hands quivered in excitement.

She picked up a few coins, then turned to pick up some change behind her. She flashed her ass at the young man a second time as she finished picking up the errant dimes and nickels. In the heat of the moment, she stepped one foot out wide, making sure he got a better, close-up view of her pussy. "I'm so sorry about that!" she repeated.

"Please, baby, take your time!" As she stood up, she let her robe slide down her shoulders, which prevented the soft fabric from covering any amount of her tits. It was making her flustered -- in more ways than normal, to play at being a dumb blonde, but her excitement pushed her to continue.

The delivery driver shook his head as she handed the correct change to him. "It's really no problem at all!" he said, staring openly at the blonde's bare H-sized tits.

Brittany was in full blush at this point, as her robe was practically ready to fall around her ankles. She almost let it fall, but she felt like she'd done enough already. "Um," she said nervously. "Don't, uh tell your manager about this? I don't want to get banned from getting delivery."

He shrugged and looked past her, into her house. "I could always, you know, take these inside for you?"

His eyes twinkled, making Brittany pause. She was already blushing hard. She giggled, "Um, that's okay -- today."

The young man handed Brittany the hot boxes of food and held his hand up, as if in testimony. "Don't worry about it, no need to get nervous. And I won't say a thing, as long as you promise to order more pizza during swing shift." He wore a charming smile as Brittany thought about what it might be like to repeat the stunt.

"Yeah," she said with an earnest smile, sticking her chest out a little more as she stood up straighter. "You seem pretty easy going. So, I think I will. Thank you!" Brittany closed the door as her composure finally began to break from the roaring adrenaline in her veins.

She rushed back into the kitchen and dropped the hot boxes on the table. Her breath came in short gasps as if she just worked out. A small smile stretched the corners of her lips. She put a hand to her forehead and shook her head slowly. Then she laughed, and put her face in both hands. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Wow."

When she'd recovered, she walked back into the hallway leading to the front door and turned to the coat rack on the wall. Her phone, sitting in a shallow pocket and pointing toward the door, was still recording. She was reaching for her phone when there was another knock at the door. Brittany hadn't even bothered to fix her robe yet -- it was still open and hanging around her shoulders. She thought about for it a split second, then opened the door.

The delivery driver stood there, holding his phone in one hand and a fistful of one-dollar bills in the other. "Wow," he said. "Didn't think I'd be fast enough to catch you before you fixed your robe," he said, wearing that same charming smile.

Brittany put her hands on her hips, not bothering with covering herself. She opened the door a little wider to make sure the camera in her coat could see everything, and returned his smile. "Maybe I wasn't going to bother fixing it at all." She smiled, although still fought not to cover up. She added, "This is the most fun I've ever had with a pizza delivery."

"Oh, so it wasn't just an accident!" He said, as if he hadn't known.

"Maybe," she repeated as she turned her body from side to side.

"Damn, girl. You're sure you don't need some company in there?"

"Hmmm. I could sure use a hand..." She trailed off, she put a finger in her mouth and gently bit her fingernail. "But," she looked genuinely disappointed, unable to commit to letting the stranger into her house. Yet. "I can't. Today, I mean!"

He shook his head. "Shit, really? Fuck, girl, the next time you order, put a note in saying you need me to bring change for a hundred, and that'll give us some time to talk without me losing my job. You can think that over."

He hesitated, considering if he should just go for it, anyway. Brittany continued to turn side to side, one hand still on her hip, the other hand up to her mouth. She slowly pushed her fingers down toward her thighs, and the man shook his head. "Man. Here's your change, anyway. Goddamn. I'll be looking out for another order -- don't make a guy wait too long, got it?"

Brittany giggled at his frustration and said, "I was thinking you should keep the change, actually."

"Oh, I know that. I just wanted to see if you were down."

Brittany giggled one more time and raised her eyebrows. She slowly closed the door, giggling again when he leaned around the edge of the door to catch one last glimpse. She grabbed her phone out of her jacket, ended the recording and headed back to the living room to replay the video.

She was eager to let off some steam while she watched.

Thursday morning, Brittany woke up before Hal and was ready to leave for Cade's Customs by the time he rolled out of bed. When Hal came into the kitchen and saw her getting ready to leave, he said, "Damn, Brit! Excited for the day, huh?"

"Yeah!" Her eyes glazed over for a moment. "I'm so excited to try something so... different."

Hal laughed. "I didn't know you'd be so excited for some office work!"

Brittany's eyes refocused on her boyfriend and she flushed. "Oh, yeah!" she laughed. "I guess it's just nice to have such an easy way to make money and um, you know, add to my resume?" She was reaching for straws trying to explain her excitement.

Hal just waved off her sudden nervous shift, not wanting to risk ruining her morning. "Hey, I'm happy for you babe!" he promised. "Get in there and get on top of it! I know it's a big job."

Brittany's eyes glazed over again. "Mm. Really big."

Hal had a sudden concern about her excitement, but pushed it off. He knew he was overthinking things. He put it into perspective: a few hours' worth of interaction between his girlfriend and his boss wasn't long enough for them to... well. She had been hornier than usual. And she was already horny by default.

Regardless, Hal wasn't going to worry. But even though he wasn't worrying, strange thoughts started to percolate. Brittany left and Hal got into the shower, and he couldn't seem to stop the mental image from the day before invading his shower thoughts. I guess, he thought as his dick got hard, I could be a few minutes late to work today. It's not like Cade is going to be paying attention to me with a horny blonde strutting around his office...

When Brittany showed up at Cade's Customs 15 minutes before it opened, she half expected the shop to be closed, leaving her waiting until Hal or Cade came in to unlock the building. She sat in her car, musing about everything that had happened in a single day.

She thought on how quickly things escalated with Cade, and her cheeks burned as she remembered how it all played out: right from the beginning, the young man had made it clear he was interested in her. At first, she was ashamed to admit from the safety and quiet of her car that she wanted the attention the moment she walked through the door.

Her cheeks still burned as she thought about Hal working just a few dozen feet away while she'd flirted. And then... Brittany frowned. She showed him her tits practically out of casual conversation! Even worse (or better? she wondered perversely), the blowjob... the blonde leaned her head back and shook out her hair, exhaling a shaky breath. How does a girl get herself into this position? And in one day?? She rubbed her jaw absent-mindedly, and realized it was sore from the blowjob. God it's a thick cock, though she thought suddenly.

And then there was the delivery guy. What's happening to me? Hal didn't even start that. She realized. Her mind tracked back farther as she thought on her little flashing episodes at work -- those were fun, but how did I even get there? She thought back to where it may have all started, wondering if the blowjob she gave John had something to do with it.

She eventually rationalized it all when she thought of Hal and Brian. That night they'd been sitting in front of the TV, and she'd gone to pick out a game from the entertainment center. She admitted that she'd been expecting her boyfriend's big friend to be watching her, and she knew the moment Hal's hand -- Brian's hand, she corrected, touched her ass -- then her pussy! -- she couldn't deny it was kind of hot to tease the man. That night had changed how she saw things. The first ball of snow getting a little push down a mountain.

She thought that was just because she was so comfortable with Hal. Of course it's okay to tease Brian a little bit. Hal and I are good! We're like, perfect even. So what's the harm in letting Brian touch my ass a little, especially since it was Hal who initiated the whole thing? The more she rationalized that event months ago, the more her actions since then seemed rational. Hal would probably think it's super hot that I flash people at work. Especially since I've been working out and trimming down. He's the kind of guy to be proud of me, and be happy I want to show off a little.

I already know he gets a kick out of making Brian a little 'flustered.' She came full circle: Hal wanted Brian to touch my ass. He wanted to show it off as much as I do! Hal probably wanted me to get a little friendly with his boss, too, right? He talked so much about needing a raise this past year, and I might have got him one yesterday!

Feeling better, Brittany glanced at the clock -- 7:59am -- and got out of her car. Hal wasn't there yet, and it didn't look like Cade had come in while she waited, but she headed for the door anyway. When she pulled the door open, she realized Cade parked around the side of the building and left the front door unlocked.

As she entered the building, she realized something else: All her musing about every little dirty thing she'd been quietly feeling guilty about over the last couple months had also been quietly making her hornier as she thought everything over. A mischievous grin touched her lips. Uh oh, she thought. Maybe not the best way to start my day.

She walked past the reception desk into the long hallway that ran the length of the shop, peeking into the big garage as she passed by the heavy door. Through the window, she saw Hal's boss leaning against the Mustang Hal had been working on, talking on his phone. He noticed Brittany out of the corner of his eye and gave her a smirk.

Rather than bother him, she just gave him a smile and a little wave, then walked to the end of the hall and into Cade's open office. She set down her purse, picked up her organizational plan, and got to work.

Not five minutes later, Cade sauntered into the office and sat down behind his desk. "Good Morning, Brit," he said. "You look awesome today."