The Pizza Delivery Guy and the Lady of Kolonaki

I have the impression that some neighborhoods are provocative by nature. They exude an air of sexuality. You can feel it even from the doorknob, which when you touch it, springs back from the heat it emits.

The work I do has helped me a lot with these conclusions of mine. When you deliver pizzas to houses, like I do, you go around many neighborhoods and understand various things. Other neighborhoods, however, are frozen. Entire streets seem cold and deserted even in the summer. There you learn to do your job quickly. You go in, leave the pizza, and get out again as fast as you can, knowing the door will close behind you immediately and you barely manage not to have your jacket caught. One might think that a boy delivering pizzas meets a bunch of beautiful women every day. To be honest, some of my pizzas have a very good ending. Of course, there are also days that pass emptily without any interest.

But when that night, late, they called us from Kolonaki, I understood I had made my luck for that day. I got on my scooter and opened the throttle all the way. As I was going up Skoufa, I already felt myself being affected by the atmosphere of the area. I arrived in an incredibly short time. I stopped under the large, imposing apartment building and got off my scooter, carefully holding the pizza. From the third floor of the building, music could be heard and, here and there, a husky female voice. I looked at the slip with the name and rang the bell. I waited a little and the door opened, without anyone asking anything on the intercom. The thick carpet of the hallway swallowed my footsteps and the elevator door opened silently as soon as I pressed the button.

The apartment was exactly opposite the elevator. Balancing the pizza in one hand, I rang the bell and the door opened almost immediately. In the doorway appeared a stunning female figure, that any man would dream of. She had a robe thrown over her, tied at the waist with a cord. She pulled back her jet-black hair and looked at me. I adopted my professional tone. "Did you order a pizza?" I asked. This rarely fails, but I was not prepared for the enthusiasm my arrival would cause. She let out a cry of excitement and almost kissed me. "Oh, yes," she said, nodding her head affirmatively, "I ordered pizza." Usually, I expect some friendly behavior, but this exceeded the known limits. "My name is Françoise," she told me, and only then did I notice her strange accent. My god, I thought, she's French.

My luck was smiling. "With smoked meat and peppers," she added, "oui?" I shook my head because her beauty had taken my breath away. "Do you usually deliver?" she asked. "Always," I said, finding my voice again. "Always!" So... a few seconds passed before the provocative Françoise led me to the living room. My suspicions were confirmed when Françoise put the pizza in the chamber of the electric oven, saying: "I'll keep it for later." With a strange, dancing figure that reminded me of tango, she pushed me inside, almost taking me in an embrace. I found myself in her hands even before the door closed properly behind me. "Something for your trouble," she murmured, pulling me inside as if we were dancing. The whole preparation lasted only a few more seconds, as the t-shirt I was wearing ended up in a corner of the room, while Françoise's robe fell, revealing the body of a goddess.

In zero time we were naked on the floor and her lips were sucking my erect penis. I can't say, it was one of the best tips I had received lately. I felt, however, obliged to reciprocate. I pulled her gently off of me and laid her back on the thick rug, admiring her silhouette, which was slender and adolescent in the chest and with rich, thick, curly black pubic hair. I licked her breasts, swirling my tongue around her erect nipples, while she purred with pleasure. I felt her shiver as my tongue passed over the tender skin of her neck. I kissed her fleshy lips that knew so many tricks. I descended again the curves of her firm breasts, sucking greedily at her velvety skin. I headed towards the curly triangle between her legs, drawn by the shine of the black, glossy hair. I passed quickly over her stomach to descend slowly downwards. I stopped, looking at her closed petals and then bent down and kissed them. They opened as if they were alive and from within the dark skin, her wet, rosy nest protruded. It was a void that needed to be filled. Her legs opened and her rose petals made small spasms. She stretched, pushing her pelvis towards me. "Eat me," she said breathlessly. "Now."

My tongue plunged deep into her opening, sucking her juices deliciously. She was so hot, that as soon as I touched her she was ready to finish. Such a pussy I could eat all night, I thought. Françoise had passed her legs around my neck and her whole body was trembling. She had thrown her head back and from her wonderful mouth came a prolonged moan. Suddenly she let out a strong cry, which must have been heard by the whole of Kolonaki. I led her to a prolonged orgasm, playing with her clitoris in my mouth. With one last slow lick, I made her cry out again, much more this time. The walls were spinning around me as I was swept away by her orgasm, and I felt her spasms. Her body twisted violently and I was forced to let her go. Françoise remained motionless on the rug, smiling. "Merci..." she murmured, and then closing her eyes she remained still, as if sleep had taken her. Up to this point everything was amazing, but I had not been satisfied. My tool was erect and I almost ached from the lust. Françoise was lying lazily on the rug, on her stomach, letting me admire her amazing behind. Her face had sunk into the rug and I thought I heard her yawn. If that's possible, I thought. I believed I had rights too after all this story. But I am not one of those who demand. I had started to think that the best thing I could do was to take a nap next to her, when her foreign accent resonated again strangely and unexpectedly in my ears. "You want to make love to me now, yes? You can do it if you want. Come on, mon amour, fuck me!" I needed some time to think about it, but Françoise didn't give it to me. As she spoke, she raised her ass and stretched it towards me, making me sigh. I saw the small dark hole opening before my eyes and my last hesitations vanished. I knelt behind her and, opening her with my hands, pressed my mouth against the tight slit of her ass. I put my tongue at her opening and played a little, feeling it open slightly. Françoise moaned. I pushed and the hole opened more, yielding to the pressure of my tongue, while I felt my cock ready to burst from the pressure. But I wanted to prepare her well, to make her want me too. My finger slipped into her hole, while my tongue continued its play. I felt her stretch further, pushing towards me. Just as she was about to finish, I pulled back. I wouldn't let her come like before. I left my finger inside to arouse her further, until I heard her murmur. Put it inside me... please. That's it, good girl, I thought, now we've reached where we need to be.

I knelt behind her and grabbed her perfectly round buttocks with my fingers. I felt them tremble with anticipation as I spread them wide open and left her waiting for a few agonizing seconds. Then I placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her gaping hole and pushed gently. I slid inside her and felt myself going crazy with lust. She was tight and warm and sucked me in to the depths of her bowels. Don't move, she suddenly screamed and pulled forward; I didn't have time to react and with a powerful, abrupt movement she fell back, literally impaling herself on me, making my cock reach the bottom. Her body convulsed and she began to come, trembling and moaning while I waited patiently, enjoying the spectacle.

As she was beginning to calm down, I understood it was my turn. I grabbed her firmly by the buttocks and began to move in and out of her at a fast pace, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until I saw her fingers digging into the carpet and heard her moan which signaled she was approaching orgasm again. I pulled back and stopped, resting the tip of my cock at the opening of her hole. I waited a little, tormenting her and playing with my endurance. Then I pushed, burying my cock deep inside her. I heard her moan again with pleasure. Afterwards, I started again, faster and more abruptly. Our bodies joined together erupted into a frenzied rhythm, rising and falling to the highest peaks of pleasure. What I felt was unprecedented. I begged inwardly for it not to end, knowing well that it couldn't be. In the throes of our passion, I thought I heard the neighbors banging on the walls. We were both moving together towards a magnificent, unrepeatable orgasm. Suddenly Françoise began to scream and her cries swept me along too. I let myself go and my seed flooded hotly into the depths of her ass. "I'm coming... mon dieu, I'm coming... I'm coming..." the French beauty cried.

This girl should have done my job, I thought, her evenings would have been booked from now until she died. I'm one of the silent types. I only moan, and not very loudly at that. Professional habit, you see. I pulled out after a long while, weak, and we both collapsed onto the carpet. "Mon dieu, mon dieu..." Françoise kept saying, as her body still writhed trying to recover from the intensity of the orgasm.

Soon, only the sound of our breathing could be heard, occasionally voices and conversations from the neighboring apartments. Françoise turned onto her back on the carpet and closed her eyes. Her breathing gradually became normal, while an invisible smile was etched on her lips. I got up reluctantly and began to dress, while the doll slept on the carpet. I left the apartment as she continued her sleep, purring like a cat. In the elevator, I leaned exhausted against the wall and looked at myself in the mirror. I was absolutely pleased with myself. I had never made such a successful pizza delivery. I imagined myself embracing Françoise's incredible body. I would have liked to make love continuously, until we were completely exhausted. Only when I was about to get on my scooter did I think. Damn, with all that, she hadn't paid me! Looking up towards the third floor, I saw the window dark. It was late now. But then again, never mind, I reflected.