This is an introduction to the story. I hope you love it and stay with it! Let me know what you think. Kisses, Brooke.Before I begin my story, let me begin by saying I'm a PIZZA delivery driver. I'm a delivery driver for a local small town pizza place. Think of a Domino's but a family run business. My job is really no different than any other pizza delivery driver, late hours, unsociable patrons, that kind of thing. People always tried to get out of paying for their pizzas, but most of the customers were nice. I rely on tips as part of my income.I've been delivering now for a little over two years in Anchorage, AK. The store I work for delivers to the "rich" side of town. The higher up the mountain, the richer they are. There is one trailer park in our range and some lower income neighborhoods. Needless to say, the winters are long and the summers are referred to as road construction season, which always makes for interesting driving conditions.One of my favorite delivery stories took place at a new subdivision being built towards the top of the mountain. To get there you have to drive up this crappy, steep, dirt road which at one point has a sharp bend. Summertime, no problem. Just about any driver can get there. But in the winter, typically it is only myself or one other driver that has the vehicle that can make it up the road (and back down) without going off into the trees and possibly through someone's house.

Life is pretty good these days. The kids are old enough to virtually look after themselves, and business is booming. I manage my own real estate agency, and Steve works full time as well. We are fortunate enough to be able to holiday together each year, and I have just bought a new, sexy Mercedes convertible. The hard work I have put in over the last ten years or so has paid off and I feel quite happy that at this stage of life we can afford ourselves a few little luxuries. One of the things we like to do is to enjoy ourselves sexually. We spend a bit on making sure we appreciate each other, and take the time to make sure our sex life is never boring nor ignored.\n\nSteve and I love to .well.play! I am truly bisexual as you all know, and this little story is about a wonderful experience we had recently with a couple who have moved in just down the road. Tracey is a curvy brunette with amazing long, wavy hair and a set of boobs to die for. Her husband, Max, is a computer programmer, and works for a big software gaming company. He is your classic geek, but a lovely guy and he certainly earns enough to keep Tracey in the manner she is accustomed. I haven\'t asked but I would guess Tracey is about 35 and Max a little older.\n\nI am now in my early forties, and Steve is a year younger than me, and keeps in shape. I am still in pretty good shape too, and my measurements are still curvaceous, at 36C-27-35. My real estate business keeps me pretty busy even though I have just employed Nadine to manage day to day operations. As a result, when we party, Steve and I like to enjoy ourselves to the limit. Our kids are now both at university so we have our lives back enough to be able to get out and enjoy the things that turn us on.

It\'s been a while since I last wrote. Some it because this was kind of weird and I had to get myself sorted out before I tried to write about it. This really had me freaked for a while. I had to take a week of vacation (I told my boss I had some family issues and she said sure). I finally spilled my guts to my therapist a little while back and she told me to slow down or I might get really, really hurt.\n\n--- A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ---\n\n(okay, not that far and not that long ago)\n\nJackie hammered on the door right on time. If you had had 8 hours of sleep. I only had about 4, but what the hell. We were headed for the airport for a short hop to?\n\nJackie had said to pack a bag for a couple of days, and at least one hot outfit. Really hot, but lots of pieces. I had packed the white bra and bikini panties. A short skirt and very thin blouse. We\'d only be gone until Friday afternoon, so I packed a pair of jeans and a casual sort of blouse, some plain undies and a night shirt.\n\nJackie was there in some \"neat\" slacks and some sort of polo shirt. I had on jeans and a sort of thin denim short sleeve shirt.\n\nWe both headed out to ABIA and park in the off-site with the metal roofs. Better than those tents, and worth a little extra. As usual, the shuttle was right behind us and we walked on board with our carry-ons.\n\nWe walked past the counter (no checked bags, remember?

She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren\'t. If they were, they\'d have never let me drag her away from the fire. \n\nI was a gatecrasher. I hadn\'t expected to be at any party, I didn\'t really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to. I was on the \'early\' shift, I finished at 11pm just as they came in to stock their trunk. The whole world was their friend just then, especially the guys that sold alcohol, so we were all invited. I had no plans for the night and I was the only one to say \'okay\'. They waited for me to grab my keys to follow them out, their new best friend. Someone had a big shack by the beach, I\'m not even sure they knew whose it was.\n\nIt was a fair way away, about 20 minutes, enough for me to consider turning back more than once. The roads were quiet, so there was no chance to lose them even though they were belting along over the limit. When we got there we tracked a long way along the beach and then I was introduced to whomever heard them shout \"Hey, meet the beer-guy, we brought him with us!\" to which there was a ripple of applause. That marked the full journey of my friendship with those guys, after that they left me to my own devices.\n\nI was a few years older than most of the people I could see. Most of the guys running around were at a stage in life where they needed to prove to their mates how much of an idiot they were. I also had the advantage of coming sober to a drunken environment.