First impressions for the driver

"Oh my god!" Chelsea snapped back to 25 percent sobriety and covered herself with her hands very sloppily, moving her arms around to just keep exposing her nipples and pussy every so often as I drank her in.

"Oh," the driver averted his gaze, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you walked around the house naked."

"I don't walk around the house naked!" Chelsea corrected him, before coming up with a drunken "I... I..."

"I'll see myself out," the driver quietly handed me the pizza without even asking for a tip and walked out the door.

"Why didn't you tell me the pizza was here?" Chelsea stormed up to me angrily, back to not even covering herself up, and forgetting that I hadn't even told her about the pizza in the first place, "now that driver thinks I'm sort of nudist weirdo!"

"Sorry, babe," I muttered half-heartedly, "let's eat!"