CHAPTER 3: TEASING MR PIZZA BOY

Few days after the incident, Tamara started making small changes. Her blouses became a little tighter and thinner, the tops stretching across her full DD breasts.

Her skirts were a little shorter, hugging her round ass and showing more of her smooth thighs when she walked. She told herself it was just confidence, but deep down, she knew she wanted the boys to look.

One hot afternoon after practice, Tamara stayed to help hand out water, but her focus were on the boys shirtless, young, muscular bodies that was glistening with sweat. Tamara called out to Marcus…..with a teasing smile, she smiled and took a bottle from her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.

“Thanks, Mrs. Thompson,” he said sipping from the bottle. “You always take such good care of us.” He smiled turning to meet his friends.

But as he turned, Tamara reached out and playfully wiped a bead of sweat from his bare chest with her fingers. “You’re all sweaty, Marcus. Let me clean you up a bit.” Her thumb lingered on his nipple, while her fingers traced his firm muscle slowly.

Marcus’s breath hitched, but he faked a cough, stylishly arranging his shorts to hide his forming bulge. “This feels really good, ma’am.” He grunted.

The other boys noticed, what was happening and instantly rushed over. “What about me, Mrs. Thompson?” Jimmy grinned, pushing his chest forward.

Tamara blushed but played along. She wiped Jimmy’s chest, her fingers brushing over his abs, then Tyler’s. The touches were light and playful, but they left her breathing heavier. Her nipples were straining hard against her blouse, her pussy was soaking wet with her squirts.

“You boys work so hard,” she said softly, her voice a little husky. “Someone has to take care of you.”

The boys thanked her politely, but their eyes were hungry, and they left hurriedly trying to conceal their growing tents. Seeing her effects on the boys Tamara grew more hornier…..it took a lot if self will from her….not to strip there in the gym room and fuck herself.

Richard saw her leaving the gym later and frowned. “You’re spending a lot of time with those boys lately.”

Tamara smiled innocently. “I'm just helping, Sir.” Richard eyed her and walked away angrily.

That night, after Richard’s usual disappointing two-minute fuck, Tamara went to the bathroom and masturbated furiously. She imagined her fingers on the boys’ hard, sweaty chests, their strong bodies pressing against her.

She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, shocked at how much she was starting to crave more. The respectable principal’s slutty wife was slowly waking up.

Two days later Richard traveled to NY for an honorary award, as the most upright Principal of Westbrigde Academy……due to his selfishness, he asked Tamara to stay back, with the pretext of looking after the Academy.

Tamara was overjoyed…..it was time to put her plan in motion.

The doorbell rang, and Tamara answered with a sly smile already playing on her lips. There stood Chase the hot, well built pizza guy, holding the warm box, his uniform neat and his posture professional. He was in his mid-20s, clean-cut, with that boyish nervousness that made moments like this even more fun for her.

"Come in and take your payment," she said smoothly, stepping aside. She was dressed in a sheer buttoned shirt, that barely covered her ass. Underneath the shirt, she wore nothing and was completely naked……in the pretence of cleaning her feet, Tamara stylish unbuttoned her top buttons giving Chase a clear view of her boobs.

Chase hesitated in the doorway, his eyes resting on her exposed boobs. He shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. "Uh… No ma'am, please. I just came to deliver the pizza. I can hand it to you right here."

Tamara tilted her head, her voice low and inviting. "Don't be silly boy. Come inside, It's cold out there, and I don't want to keep you standing on the porch."

"No ma'am, no ma'am," he repeated quickly, his sense of duty kicking in hard. "Really, I'm fine out here. Just the pizza and the payment, and I'll be on my way."

She gave him a lingering look, then reached out and gently tugged the pizza box toward her, forcing him to take a half-step forward. "Come inside," she repeated, firmer this time.

After another visible pause, Chase stepped across the threshold. Tamara closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound seemed to make him tense up even more.

He stood there awkwardly in the entryway, still holding the box out like a shield. "Ma'am, I really should……"

Tamara cut him off with a teasing smile. She started light at first…..brushing past him a little too closely as she set her purse down, letting her shirt slip down her shoulder. "You seem tense," she purred. "Rough deliveries tonight?"

"No ma'am, it's just… standard," he mumbled, eyes fixed firmly on the floor. She circled him slowly, her fingers grazing his arm as she "reached" for her phone on the side table. Each movement was deliberate, her body language playful and provocative. She leaned in closer than necessary when asking about the total, her breath warm against his ear as she commented on how "strong" delivery guys had to be.

Chase kept repeating quiet protests under his breath….. "No ma'am, please"....but he didn’t bolt for the door. His cheeks were flushed, and his grip on the pizza box had tightened.

After a few minutes of this teasing, Tamara finally said, "Let me go upstairs and get the cash. Wait right here." She gave him one last lingering glance before turning and heading up the stairs, hips swaying.

Chase exhaled shakily, muttering to himself, "Just the money… just deliver and go…"

A couple of minutes passed, he heard her footsteps coming back down.

Tamara descended the stairs completely naked, her body on full display. No shirt, no towel …. …nothing. She moved with confident, unhurried steps, her eyes locked on his as she reached the bottom.

Chase’s eyes widened in shock. "Ma’am……!" His voice cracked, the pizza box nearly slipped from his hands.

“Well I forgot the money up there… but I figured we could settle this another way."