Nope

“Something on my face?”

“Oh no, your eyes are just…really blue,” he said it innocently and it caught Karen off-guard. He seemed wondrous in his gaze. As though he cares more about her eyes than her tits, which for a guy seemed impossible.

“Thank you, I…it’s a family thing,” Karen replied, losing some confidence. For the next remark, however, she was back to brimming with it. “I’ve also heard Gotham has some… hidden gems. Places off the beaten path. Tight, hot little spots that are hard to get into. Know any places like that?”

Every word was dripping with innuendo. Every innocuous decibel was an expertly aimed arrow of seduction. “Hm? Come on, don’t hide things from me.?” Giggling, it was her turn to pull back. His turn to push forward. Chest to chest, sitting on their knees, and stretching each other.

The pizza guy was drowning in Karen, in the proximity, in the scent, in the overwhelming visual of her breasts pressed against him.

He tried to answer, to play along, but all that came out was a weak, “N-not really.”

That’s when he felt it. A violent, undeniable twitch in his pants. A throbbing, aching spasm that strained against the rough fabric of his delivery uniform. His cock fully and utterly betrayed him in making its presence known with a ****, physical demand.

Karen’s eyes flickered down for the briefest of moments. A corner of her mouth quirked up. She didn’t mention it. She didn’t even acknowledge it. “Really? Nothing?”

He wanted to panic and realign himself and stop this. But…Karen’s grip. And her boobs. The pizza guy felt weak.

“Nothing, err, just…the pizza place…we make good pizza,” he said lamely.

Eventually, smiling, she allowed the realign. Once back at the center, Karen smiled, took a deep, cleansing breath and sat up straight...

Boing!

...releasing his hands and unpressing her tits from his chest.

“Well, that was wonderful,” Karen said cheerfully, as if they’d just finished a completely ordinary session. “Thank you so much for your help. I feel so much looser now.”

He scrambled to his feet, awkwardly turning to hide the very obvious, very large bulge in his pants. “T-thank you. Hope that helped, and erm…” He muttered something else about needing to get back to his route and practically fled for the door, grabbing his empty pizza bag on the way out.

The door closed behind him with a definitive thud.

Karen didn’t move from her mat. She brought a finger to her lips, her tongue darting out to slowly, sensually lick the tip.

“Now that…was interesting.”

Karen never thought she would ever blush at seeing a dick. Officially, she had.