Their food delivery driver

“Merry Christmas!” came a cheerful greeting from a short young delivery man holding a non-descript white, plastic bag.

Hearing the unexpected interaction, Molly immediately pulled back around the corner as panic washed over her naked body.

Vyki stood there in frozen fear staring at the young man before her dressed slightly subtly in her slutty outfit.

“Your dinner, ma’am?” the man asked as he held the bag out to her.

Seeing the motion finally kickstarted Vyki’s brain and she slowly reached out to grasp the bag, her legs shaking underneath her. As she grasped the bag, the door no longer held by her hand, swung in and the cold outer face of the door rested against Vyki’s bare ass eliciting a slight yelp from Vyki.

Seeing the lady jump before him, the man took a moment to re-evaluate the lady before him and noticed a slight glaze on her face, and her rather wild hair. Moving down her body she looked past the bag and underneath the lower edge, his eyes went wide as her skirt was pulled up in front with a clear, bare slit visible from his perspective.

Vyki stood there frozen unrealizing bringing the bag close and up to cover herself actually resulted in it grasping her light skirt. Only when she finally saw the man’s eyes go wide did she realize where he was looking. Dropping the bag in front of her hips to cover herself as she smiled nervously, she waited for the man to turn and leave before she dared move.

Unsure how to address yet another odd experience as a delivery driver, the man finally just fell back to the ‘live-and-let-live' attitude he usually did and said, “uh, Merry Christmas, ma’am.” Then turned and headed back to his car.

Seeing the driver finally turned & left, Vyki turned herself slowly in front of her door trying to ensure her skirt stayed flat. Pressing the propped open door with her elbow, Vyki carried their food back in.

Hearing the driver walk away, Molly ventured a look around the corner and smiled at her lover walking back in with the bag of food.

However, just as the door was closing on its own, the pair could not mistake the very obvious and complimentary, “DAMN!” as both of their faces went flush. The following phrase as the latched click into place could be discounted but one could easily say it was followed with a “I’d tap that.”

“Umm.... let's eat,” Molly suggested revealing her nude form from around the corner. “How bout some Netflix and chill?” she asked, holding out her hand to Vyki.

“K,” Vyki says in near shock tentatively stepped towards Molly.

Hearing Vyki’s hesitation, Molly prodded, “if you’d rather be a good slut and let that delivery boy tap that ass, I don’t mind.” Dealing back one of many teases that Paul had also tormented Molly with over the years.

Vyki’s eyes went wide as she tried to find the words as she fought her mind visualizing the idea of the little man crawling onto a bed behind her and finding a way into her ass eliciting a giggle she couldn’t quite find the will to stop.

“Come on, slut,” Molly said wrapping her hand around Vyki’s hips squeezing her bare ass under her skirt, “let’s watch some Netflix and chill,” guiding her over to the living room.

Taking the bag of food Vyki had still been clutching in front of her, Molly set them down on the coffee table before returning to Vyki. “In fact, let’s get this nice pretty top off you,” Molly said reaching out to help pull the shirt over Vyki’s head. “I know how messy you can get when you eat Chinese,” she says tossing the top into a recliner and then returning to grasp the waistband of Vyki’s tiny skirt.

Vyki could only hold her hair back as she looked down feeling Molly slide down her legs before she stepped out of the skirt allowing Molly to pick it back up.

Molly contemplated returning down to get Vyki’s heels but thought better of it. Tossing the skirt into the chair with the tops, she instructed, “why don’t you get the food out. I'll be right back.”

“Okay,” Vyki quietly said as she watched Molly walk into their bedroom while she sat on the couch to distribute the takeout containers on the table.

With everything arranged, Vyki’s thoughts were pulled from the table as she heard a distinctive click-click to her side. Looking up, Vyki was rewarded with an elevated view of a naked Molly as she scanned down her curves to find the red heels strapped to her feet.

“I couldn’t let you out slut me tonight, hun,” Molly said turning to her lover and stretching both arms. “Come on join me.”

Vyki grasped her hands tentatively and slowly stood before her.

Molly then called out for their home assistant to play some slow dance music. “Dance with me, Vyki,” Molly said mirroring one of Paul’s favorite requests when she’s naked in heels.

Vyki wrapped her arms around Molly, luxuriating in the familiar yet novel sensual act with her long-term lover. Vyki only wished she could directly feel Molly’s hand on her back as she thought of how truly sexy the site of two baked women in heels dancing together truly is.

Stumbling only a few times as they caressed each other’s bodies frequently enwrapped in deep kisses. They continued dancing round and round their living room, touching and feeling along their curves for at least three songs before Molly, while still groping Vyki’s ass, broke their extended kiss, leaning on her lover’s forehead, she panted out, “we should probably eat before my legs collapse.”

Vyki giggled in response, “I was afraid it was only mine.”

Molly held Vyki’s hand while they shuffled over to couch giggling like a couple of naked schoolgirls as they collapsed on the couch leaning against each other.

“Alright, what do you got,” Molly said finally leaning up and separating out the food.

They proceeded to watch through the latest rom-com while snuggled under a blanket as they snacked on their dishes. As it reached the end of the show, Molly could see Vyki was nodding off, “alright, slut, time to get you to bed.”

Vyki just giggle inanely, “I thought we already did that.”

Molly stood up and held out her arms, “come on, girlie. Sleepy-sleepy time.”

“Alright,” Vyki said fighting against the couch.

The tired couple shuffled into the main bedroom and Molly pulled the covers back for Vyki. As she climbed in, Molly checked Vyki’s phone was plugged. Looking at the Gadget app on her own phone she noticed a warning from Vyki’s Vadget. “Crud, sweetie! Looks like we used a lot of power. We better plug you in.”

Vyki giggled as she felt Molly reach between her thighs, “I thought we were going to sleep.”

“Oh, we are, babe,” Molly said as the cord snapped into place, “you just have a big day tomorrow.”