We move off toward her car. I say “Pizza is always good.”
“Great! Pizza it is, then.” We pause on the sidewalk while she places the order on her cell phone. “Let’s go.” She says. “I just live about a mile from here.”
It is surprising how Lisa and I have hit it off. We have literally just met, but I feel like we are old friends. On the short drive to Lisa’s house, I discover that she is 36, sells upscale homes and real estate, and is divorced with no children. “I am a free spirit.” She says. “I am in the lifestyle, and being free works better for me.” I am not sure what that means, but I smile and nod. She seems much younger than 36 to me.
We pull into a small, but beautiful home at the end of the cul-de-sac. “Well, this is it.” She says as she turns the key off in the ignition and we get out.
Opening my door I say, “It’s a beautiful place. This is less than a mile from where I live.”
“Please come in”, she says, opening the door for me. “Can I get you something to drink? I think I will have a glass of wine.”
“No thanks” I say “I’ll wait until the pizza arrives.”
As she pours her wine, she asks, “So, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Oh, my. That’s a little bit of a sore subject right now. I guess you might say that I am between boyfriends.” I say
“I’m sorry to hear that.” she says. “Somebody break your heart?”
“Actually, I broke it off with him. He is a nice fellow, but I don’t think we have a future together. He is not even fun to be with. Well, to be honest, he is the worst lover ever.” I reply.
Checking her phone, Lisa says, “The pizza should be here in five minutes.” She chuckles. “I have a little prank I sometimes do to the delivery boy. It improves the service that I get. It’s a bit risque, so I won’t do it if it bothers you, but you strike me as a girl that might enjoy something like this. When the fellow brings the pizza, I greet him at the door naked. they always seem to like it, and I get a kick out of it too.”
I am stunned. I figured Lisa to be the adventurous type, but this is over the top! I finally get myself together and say with a wry smile,”It’s no offense to me. I was just thinking how it would be if he came face to face with two naked ladies instead of just one?” And we both laughed, conspiratorially.
“OK, let’s do this, girlfriend!” She says. Lisa immediately stands and peels off her clothes. This is getting real, now. She is going for full nudity, not just topless. A lump forms in my throat. For a moment I am frozen and can neither move nor speak. Lisa looks up at me as she throws her clothes on a nearby chair. She is trying to figure me out. I smile sheepishly and get to work disrobing.
Now seeing Lisa naked, I get one of my questions answered. Even though her pussy is shaved completely hairless, her skin tones tell me that she is a real redhead. Her skin is creamy white, and her nipples and labia are very pink. My nipples look brown, by comparison. Just as I take the last item of my clothing off, we hear a car door slam outside. Lisa peeks out the window, then squeals in delight.
“Oh good. It’s George. He’s my favorite delivery boy. Won’t he be surprised! Quick, come stand right here beside me. When he rings the doorbell, I’ll count to five, then we’ll step to the door together!”
‘Ring ring.’ ‘Ring ring’. “one, two, three, four, five.” Lisa counts quietly. With one arm around my waist, we stride to the door, hip to hip. I was so nervous, I trembled a little. She flung open the door, and a tall, blond fellow stood with a pizza box and a very Shocked expression on his face. His eyes went first to me, then to Lisa, then to me, then back to Lisa. Finally he stammered “Hi, Ms McDaniels. I have a medium meat lover’s pizza. That will be fourteen dollars, seventy cents.” Lisa and I just stood there a moment, wearing nothing but our smiles, her arm still around my waist. George’s eyes have been glued to our eyes, too embarrassed to check us out. But now they begin to rove slowly down then up, first me, then Lisa, then back to me again.
Before it gets too awkward, Lisa hands George her credit card. He takes her card and sticks it into a handheld card reader. While it works, he hands the pizza box to me and smiles as he looks into my eyes again. I shift my weight from one foot to the other one and feel my boobs bounce a little. George’s eyes momentarily flit downward. His machine buzzes and whines and a receipt unrolls from a slot. He pulls out Lisa’s card and the receipt and hands them to her. As she took them, the receipt got away and the breeze carried it past us into the house. Lisa turns around, takes a couple steps and bends down to retrieve the errant slip from the floor. She bent at the waist providing a perfect view of her ass with her vertical smile peeking out from between the tops of her long legs.
George stood with his jaw slack, eyes wide. Lisa straightens, turns around and glides back to George. “Bye bye, George,” she says in a sexy voice, closing the door slowly in his face. We both stand there, barely breathing, until we hear his car door close. The tension breaks and we both break out, laughing. We laugh until we are crying. When I can speak again, I say “Oh, what a rush! That was fun! It kinda gives me a feeling of power, that we can have that effect on men. I wonder what he will tell his buddies at work?”
Lisa wipes the tears from her eyes and says “I doubt that he will say a word. He won’t want the other guys to know. He will try to get all the deliveries coming here.” We pick up our clothes and put them back on. Sitting at the table over hot pizza, we talk about George and how he reacted. “I wish you could have seen his face when you bent down to get the receipt off the floor” I say. “His eyes nearly popped out of his head.”
We both laughed some more, thinking about it again. Lisa gets more serious and adds, “Did you see how George looked at you? You are very pretty, Tiffany. You should have no trouble finding the love of your life.”
I say “Part of my problem is that I have only recently begun to come out of my shell. I used to be very shy and reserved, and had a low self image. A couple of friends have been helping me to bloom. I am just learning to have fun and be more adventurous. I love expanding my sexual horizons. What we did here today is something that I could never have done six months ago. In fact, I still can’t believe that we did it! The feeling is so exhilarating!”
Lisa sat looking past me, gazing out the window with a thousand yard stare. She doesn’t say anything for some time. Finally she turns to me with a serious, confidential look and says, “I told you that I am in the lifestyle. We are having a party next Saturday night. That’s a week from today. Would you like to come?”
I answer, “What kind of party? Where at?”
“It will be at Larry and Susan’s house, just the next block over from here. It will be a sex party. There are usually about eight to ten people there, all swingers. If you are not into that, it’s OK. I just thought you might enjoy it, since you said you like sexual adventures. I will have to get the approval of the others to allow you in, but I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“Oh, I don’t know. What kinds of things do you do? What would be expected of me? I might not be any good.” I can feel my face flush.
Lisa smiled, reassuring. “Well, it is a sex party, so there is a lot of sex. Sometimes we swap partners, and some like me, don’t have partners but come to have sex with anyone that we find attractive. It is a great place to go just for sex, without the hassles of a relationship. Sometimes girls fool around with other girls. There is no pressure to do anything and all the guys are required to wear condoms for penetration. People who come for the first time often just watch, to see what is going on and get a feel for it. That’s what I did my first time. I will warn you, it can be pretty intense the first time. Most of the people enjoy having sex with others watching, so they won’t mind at all, if all you want to do is watch. Having other people watch is part of the thrill.”
Again, Lisa left me stunned. I feel a little lightheaded. A sex party? Me? Not sure what to think. I will need to get naked in front of eight or ten people? Can I really do that? Am I becoming a total slut? What if some old guy wants to have sex with me? Ugh! But when I think about it, how can I discriminate against anyone if I am willing to let myself be fucked by a dog. And Lisa says I can just come and watch, with no obligation to participate. It might be fun to watch other people do it.
My lips start moving of their own accord, “Sure. I will be there. Is there anything else I should know?” I can’t believe I just agreed to come to the party. Perhaps I can go through with it if Lisa is there.
“I would be happy to pick you up at your house and we will go there together. I will introduce you to the others. At the party, we each tell what we want to do that night. You can tell them that you are here to watch. Rules are that if we want to do something with someone, we approach them and ask if they want to play. If they agree, we tell them how far we want to go. Then we all enter the red room. We usually all undress in there, but you can leave your clothes on if you need to. There are chairs around the perimeter of the room where we take a seat and wait for someone to ask us or else we ask someone if they want to play. We try not to leave anyone out unless they want to watch. If at any time you change your mind and you want to get involved, you just ask. It is important that you advocate for yourself and ask for what you want and what you don’t want.”
After some consideration I say “Thank you for inviting me. I will see you next Saturday evening.”
“Sure. My pleasure. Let me grab my car keys and I’ll run you home.”
I say “Oh, that’s OK. It’s only a mile and I could use some air. Thanks so much for the pizza, and the thrills!”
On the walk home I consider what I have signed up for, by agreeing to go to the sex party. I really want to watch, but I don’t know about participating. Well, I have a week to think about it. If I am not feeling it next Saturday, I can always let Lisa know and cancel out.
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