For a couple of week during this last
unusually warm English summer, Jon volunteered me to deliver car parts for one
of his customer. Apparently the Driving agency that they use had let them down
and they were desperate.
I was a bit nervous at first as I’d
never driven a van that size before. Jon to me to his customer the first Monday
morning and introduced me to his customer (David) and the van. David took one
look at my short skirt and crop top and said that his customers were going to
enjoy the next couple of weeks. He then took me for a trip round the block so
that I could get used to the van. It was a lot easier than I expected and I soon
got used to it.
David explained what I had to do,
gave me a SatNav, showed me how it worked, and sent me on my way. Before long I
was out in the Lincolnshire countryside enjoying driving in the sun.
When I got to the first customer I
realised that I would have to get the right parts out of the van and take them
into the customer. Fortunately, most of the parts were light and reasonably
small.
The van was already loaded that first
morning, but for the rest of the 2 weeks I had to load it myself. All the boxes
and bits were on the floor, even though there were lots of shelves nearby. I
usually had an audience of Dave and a couple of his workers while I loaded.
Needles to say that I gave them what they wanted and bent over from the waist or
squatted facing them to pick things up.
Below are details of some of the more
‘interesting’ customers that I visited during the two weeks: -
This customer had a few boxes and other parts to be
delivered. As I carried the first box in, the 3 men there saw me and one said,
“Woah there girly, what you doing here?” I told them and one man told me to
put the boxes on the floor just inside the door. I had to bend over to do that,
and as they were looking I bent at the waist with my back to them. They were
still staring as I straightened-up and turned towards them. The same thing
happened with each of the boxes
This was a little garage in a little
village in the middle of nowhere. It still had a pit for the mechanics to work
under the cars in. The last time I had an ‘experience’ in a garage with a
pit was at Kwik-Fit when I got acid spilt on me. Kwik-Fit changed to machines
that raised the cars up shortly after my ‘incident’.
Anyway, I had 2 boxes to deliver there and I walked in
carrying them in front of me. I hadn’t noticed the pit, or the man in it as I
walked in and stood in front of the car and shouted ‘Hello’. I got a shock
as a voice from under the car said, “What can I do for you young lady.” I
looked down and saw young man looking up at me. He had a perfect view right up
my skirt. I didn’t back away, I told him who I was and what I was doing there.
He told me he’d be with me in a minute so I just stood there. So did he for
ages before doing something and coming up to ground level.
I walked into this little garage on
the outskirts of a little village, again in the middle of nowhere. I was stood
near a raised big 4x4 with my feet about a foot apart to help with the odd
shaped bit of metal I was carrying. I shouted “Hello”. From under the 4x4 slid one of these little trolleys with a man laying on
it. Only problem was that he came out head first and slid right into my left
leg. He came to a stop, I said, “Ouch,” and then he said, “Wow, what have
we here?” His head was right at my feet looking up my bib dress. Because of
the fact that this dress is too big for me round the waist he could see all of
my pussy and probably right up to my little tits. After what seemed like minutes
he got up, apologised and asked me what I wanted.
Yet another little garage, but on a
little industrial estate in the middle of nowhere. One of the two men there
really was chatty. He told me that he was the president of the local Armature
Photography Club and that he would love to take some photographs of me with some
old farm machinery that was in a field round the back. It was difficult getting
a word into the conversation and before I knew it I was in the field looking at
some rusty farm equipment. Fortunately he didn’t have his cameras with him but
I ended up promising him that I would model for him for 30 minutes the next time
I delivered something to him. I drove off thinking that I would probably never
be going there again.
A couple of days later when I looked through the delivery
notes, there was one for him. It was another warm, sunny day so all the time up
to his garage my left hand was keeping me just below boiling point. I wanted to
be on the verge of cumming when I got there
When I did get there we sorted out
the delivery, then went to the field. It was then that I saw that there were 5
other men there. The original chatty man, the ‘president’, did have some
very expensive looking equipment but the rest had cameras ranging from cheap
looking film cameras to digital cameras, and even a mobile phone camera.
The ‘president’ asked me if I
minded the others being there, but changed the subject before I had the chance
to answer. The ‘president’ did all the directing and had me holding various
poses (with my clothes on) on or by each piece of equipment. Two of the machines
were 2 old tractors there that looked as if they hadn’t moved for 25 years.
While I was doing this I was cooling off a bit.
Then he asked me to take my top off
and pose by each item again. Things were looking up and my nipples were rock
hard and my pussy was aching.
When I was by the last item what I
was expecting happened. He asked me to take my skirt off. Within seconds it was
on the grass next to my top. The men got a little more enthusiasm.
We went round each item again. When
we got to one of the tractors the ‘president’
asked me to pose sitting on the seat, then on the metal cover of the
engine. I had to lay on top, then sit, then lay with my feet down either side.
It was then that the other men really got clicking.
Then it was on to the second tractor.
This one was older and had more pieces missing, including the seat and steering
wheel. I had to pose similar to the other tractor, then he asked me to stand on
the footrests that the driver would have used. These were either side of a big
chunk of metal, and I had a bit of trouble getting space for my feet near the
pedals. Now, for those of you who know about tractors, this big chunk of metal
has the gear change lever on top of it. It was sticking up between my legs, and
the knob was about 6 inches below my pussy. He then had me bending back and
forward, then asked me to squat behind the gear lever. There wasn’t enough
space.
As you can imagine, having 6 unknown
men staring at my naked body, I was feeling extreeeeeeeeemely horny by then. I
needed to do something to try to relieve the desires so I squatted down onto the
gear leaver. I stopped with the knob just at my pussy entrance and the
‘president’ said, “Fantastic, just hold it right there.” I only managed
to hold it for a few seconds before I just had go lower. I sighed as the knob
disappeared into me. I humped that gear lever until I came. All the time the 6
men were taking loads of photos. Some from very close to me.
Eventually I came down to earth and
looked at the men. They seemed to realise that the session was over and I
climbed off (with a ‘plop’) and put my skirt and top back on. The men
thanked me and I went on my way wondering if they would order anything else
soon.
I soon realised that being higher up
in a van with big door windows has its advantages. Also, I had to have the seat
at its maximum height so my legs were just above part of the door window.
I was stopped at traffic lights in a
town when another van pulled up next to me on the outside. There were 3 men in
the front and as I was looking at them, one of them looked over to me, said
something, and his 2 mates looked at me. I smiled back before I had to drive on.
Later that day it happened again. This time I realised that the men were looking
at my body. I looked down and realised that they were looking at the side of my
breast. I was wearing my bib dress with nothing underneath that day. One of the
men pulled his shirt open and I had an idea. I pulled the bib to the left. That
left my right breast exposed. The nipple jumped erect. I just heard them cheer
as I drove off.
I wore my bib dress a few times more during those 2 weeks
I spent quite a bit of driving time
controlling the van with my right foot and hand. My left hand spent most of the
time controlling my state of arousal.
Driving along a narrow lane in the
middle of nowhere one day I saw a stack of hay bales. Now I’ve always wanted
to sunbathe on top of a haystack, so I pulled onto the grass verge and walked
over to the haystack. There was a way for me to climb up so I did, took my dress
off and lay there enjoying the sun and thinking about the fun I was having. It
wasn’t long before my hand drifted to my pussy and I brought myself to an
orgasm. After about 30 minutes I decided that I had better move on. I walked
naked back to the van and drove naked until I got to the next village where I
put my dress back on before looking for the garage.
I really enjoyed those 2 weeks. I told Jon that I’d
volunteer to do it again if I was needed.
Love
Vanessa