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The
Sex Pizza
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
"I'll
have the sex pizza."
Yet
again, I was flabbergasted—partly because the strange request came from a prim
older woman dripping in Chanel.
"Sorry,
there's no sex pizza."
She
literally harrumphed. "The margherita then."
I
put in the order, then turned to the college girl I hired as cashier. "Why
is everyone asking for the sex pizza?"
"You
don't know?"
"No."
She
yelled for one of the guys to cover the register, then dragged me out the front
and down the block. When she turned me around and pointed up, it all became
clear.
Above
the sign for my pizzeria, there was a sign for the unisex salon next door, but
a fire escape partially covered both signs, leaving "sex" and
"pizza."
"Fuck."
"It's
brilliant, really. Just add a sex pizza to the menu. Sex sells,
baby."
After
closing, I was alone, waiting for a delivery and considering those words of
wisdom. When the backdoor buzzer sounded, I quickly straightened my hair before
letting in the guy I'd been crushing on since I opened the place.
"What
on earth is in these?" he asked as he rolled two heavy vats to the storeroom.
"Water
from New York."
"Seriously?"
I
shrugged. "That's supposedly why their pizza dough is the best."
"Huh,
go figure."
Before
he could leave again, I blurted out, "What should be on a sex pizza?"
He
turned around slowly, grinning down at me. "You. Naked."
My
cheeks flaming, I explained the situation. "Could you help me test a few
ideas?"
"Free
pizza from a knockout? How could I refuse?"
Trying
not to swoon at his feet, I went to work preparing several small sampler
pizzas.
"This
guy I knew used to say pizzas are like blowjobs."
Looking
over my shoulder, I saw him leaning against the counter behind me, his eyes
glued to my ass. "How's that?"
He
met my gaze, not the least bit ashamed. "There's no such thing as a bad one."
I
laughed. "That guy was you, right?"
His
eyes gleamed with mischief. "Maybe."
Once
ready, I laid out the samples on the counter next to him. Watching his sensuous
mouth move had my panties soaked by the time he got to the last pizza.
Eyes
closed, he groaned. "Damn, that's good."
I
swear I had a mini-orgasm.
Wanting
to try it myself, I snagged a bite and moaned as the flavors exploded on my
taste buds.
Before
I knew it, he lifted me onto the countertop and stood between my legs, causing
my skirt to ride up to my hips. "I want to cause you to make that
sound."
His
hand gripping my hair, he devoured my mouth. He tasted like tomatoes, basil,
and the most alluring ingredient of all—him. Ravenous, I freed his cock, and then
he was moving inside me, creating one delicious wave of pleasure after another.
The
sex pizza was a bestseller. It came with a creamy white dipping sauce inspired
by the new man in my life.
FGS! This is funny and hot and sweet because it's a first-time, romantic thing too! I'd like to try the sex pizza too (but hold the dipping sauce!)
ReplyDeleteThrilled you enjoyed it! As for the pizza, me too--with extra sauce! ;)
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