Fliss The Deli Girl
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He noticed her every day. Okay, so it was every working day, and what he noticed most was her ass, but Fliss wasn’t hard to notice. She had a sweet and inviting smile that held a promise he never expected to find himself next to.
Matt was sure he was only a “ham, turkey and Swiss on French” to Fliss. Every day he wandered into the deli, ordered his sandwich and watched as she turned away to the counter and made it while he watched her wonderful rear, straining her Levis with the white strings of her apron ties around her slender waist. It was a lovely thought, just before lunch, to walk up behind her, grab her pelvis and press up against her ass.
Not that the rest of Fliss was too shabby either. Beneath the white apron it looked like she had a nice figure and her face was instantly noticeable. She had bright blue eyes, shining teeth and wonderful, flowing shoulder-length black hair. When she smiled and handed Matt his sandwich each day, Matt melted. But she was just the “deli girl”, no way could he ask her out, no way in the bustling lunchtime rush would he get to talk with her, find out if there was anyone in her life, or in her bed.
She did make a good sandwich though.
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Of course Fliss noticed Matt. How could she not? He was always courteous, always smiled at her and had lovely soft hands that she sometimes managed to brush against as she handed him his sandwich—intentionally of course.
She knew he worked in an office not far from the deli, but beyond that she knew nothing about Matt, the fresh-faced guy with the short black hair, goatee, powerful chest and muscular thighs.
She got the impression he might be enjoying looking at her rear while she made his sandwich, but what made him different from the hundred other check-outs she got every day was that he wasn’t obvious about his drooling or made any smart “wouldn’t mind some of that on a bun” comments. She liked catching his eye, smiling in unison with him and sharing that small moment every day. She got her own back sometimes when she watched him walk out of the deli, enjoying the sight of his own tight ass in his jeans. Matt was someone she could imagine spending a whole evening with, not just a roll under the covers.
And she always tried to make him a nice sandwich.
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At first she didn’t realize he’d left it but when another customer handed it to her she knew immediately it was his. A quick look at the driver’s license confirmed it—Matt had left his wallet on the counter. Fliss could have run out of the door after him immediately and probably caught him on the sidewalk but something held her back. She could have waited for him to call or come in the following day, but she instantly had a better idea. The vision of the plan forming in her head made her smirk wickedly as she spread mayo onto some rye. She wasn’t known for being overly forward, but it had been a long time since she’d had some and Fliss was horny as hell.
When the deli closed for the day Fliss went home to shower and change. When she got to her apartment she opened Matt’s wallet and took out the license to copy down his address. Then she closed her eyes and sniffed the wallet, picking up Matt’s scent through the leather. As she exhaled, she thought about that same scent being on her pillow and felt a familiar stirring between her legs.
She didn’t overdress, just kept with her jeans and t-shirt. No sense in giving away her intentions immediately. Anyway, there was always the possibility that Matt lived with someone and turning up in some “I’m available” gear might not be a great move. When she finished brushing her hair in her mirror she brought up her hands to push out her boobs, made a playful smoldering look to herself, and felt ready for her mission.
It was early evening when Fliss arrived at his front door. No one answered at first and she started to think he might not be home, and what a dumb idea this was. When the door opened Matt looked a little startled and was tucking in his shirt. After a couple of seconds his face registered recognition. “Oh. Hi. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you, without the… err… apron.” He watched as her smile softened, mildly shocked to find the object of his desires on his doorstep, looking ravishing.
That was the moment all of Fliss’ bravado deserted her. It had seemed like such a good idea to arrive at his apartment and seduce him, but now she was here her lack of experience in that area crippled her ability to even make the first words come out of her throat. “I… I brought this.” She held out his wallet. “You left it behind at lunchtime. I… err… looked at your license for the address and came round. Hope you don’t mind.”
Mat took the offered wallet and smiled. “Thank you. Err… I was looking for this, thank you so much.” So unexpected was her appearance that Matt had no idea what to say, not that he was shy, just taken aback. He knew he needed to say something though, when else would he get the chance to talk to her away from the deli counter?
“Would you, like to… come in for a… quick drink, as a thank you?”
Even before Fliss had nodded her head and said yes, the alarm went off in Matt’s head. He couldn’t invite her in. Shit!
He put out a hand to slow her as she took a small step towards him. “Err, can I have, like, ten seconds. I should tidy up.”
He watched as Fliss’ eyes narrowed at the same time as she smiled. Almost with a giggle, she squeaked, “Of course,” and stood back.
He left the door slightly open and at full speed bound into the lounge. First stop was the DVD player. He hit the power button and a buxom young blonde was cut off in her prime as she licked and massaged the erect penis of a well-endowed porno stud. Next he scooped up the magazine he had laid on the floor and confined the open page, featuring a brunette fingering herself, to a resting place below the sofa.
The evidence cleared, Matt shepherded Fliss into his lounge, insisting that she sit on his sofa and make herself comfortable. Fliss sat, a little nervously, knees together and wondering how she could extract herself from the situation and the foolish notion that Mat would be interested in her.
Matt fumbled through a list of drinks, some of which he might even have, and Fliss chose the safe option of coffee. While he trotted off to the kitchen to start a new pot Fliss looked around Matt’s room, seeing the man she desired so in a whole new light, seeing his home, his domain. It was definitely a boy’s room, not many flowers or patterns of any kind here, but it wasn’t without some nice touches. Like the wine rack that actually had a couple of bottles in it, and the line of CDs on the shelf that were meticulously arranged in alphabetic order.
A little more at ease with the situation and happy to be a little closer to Matt, Fliss waited for her coffee. As she settled in, her foot brushed something on the floor and she instinctively reached down to pick up the obviously errant article.
At that very moment Matt excitedly bounced back into the room to find Fliss retrieving the latest issue of “Hot Naked Babes”. The bounce disappeared from his stride quickly.
Fliss was aware of the situation around her dissolving as she heard Matt’s arrival as soon as she saw the cover of the magazine. Her instinct was to quickly drop the mag, but she knew it was already too late, Matt knew what she had in her hands. Trying not to panic, she steadied herself and began idly flicking through a few pages.
Matt stood behind the sofa, frozen to the spot, looking down at the object of his desires flicking through the pages of his porno collection. He felt the need to say something, but had no idea what. The first thing that came from his mouth was, “I… err… I live alone.”
Fliss faced a similar dilemma as she looked down at the open pussy of a raven-haired beauty as she bent over and displayed it between her full ass cheeks. “I guess Chris Rock’s right after all… every guy does have a porno collection.” Fliss sighed a little to herself, decided to make the best of her situation and try not to embarrass Matt. She closed the magazine, put it to the side of her on the sofa and tried to look up at him as though nothing was out of the ordinary. “How’s the coffee coming along?”
“I’ll be right with you.” Matt was visibly relieved and immediately headed back to the kitchen to finish his job.
While he was gone Fliss steeled herself for the moments ahead, from the bold girl who walked to his door, to the meek entrance and now the shock of her discovery, her mind was racing, but she knew there was an opportunity here and hoped she was brave and skillful enough to take it.
When Matt brought their coffee he handed a cup to Fliss, smiled sheepishly and sat on a chair to the side of her. As they drank and small-talked, Fliss glanced occasionally in the direction of the magazine that still lay beside her on the sofa. Each time she did, she noticed Matt squirm a little.
“I didn’t even know your name until today.” she said as she put her cup off to one side. “I always thought of you as ham-turkey-and-Swiss-on-French.”
“I know you were Fliss, from your name tag. I always hoped it was you who’d make my sandwich. You always made it best.” Matt, while not quite at ease again yet, was at least calming down again now. “What’s Fliss short for?
“Felicity.” She smiled. “It’s not all that popular these days, but I kinda like it.”
“I do too.” Matt sighed and ran his hand through his hair as the tension eased a little more.
Deliberately, and knowing totally the tension she would create, Fliss leaned over and picked up the magazine. She said, “I live alone too.” and flicked the pages again. “You think I should get a subscription to this?”
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