I 20 [F] have been getting free food from a Doordash driver by showing off for him! (UPDATE)

A few weeks ago I made [this post](https://www.reddit.com/user/BrookeWithTheBooty/comments/hp4klg/ive_been_getting_free_doordash_by_showing_off_for/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) where I described how I flaunted my feet and ass for a dasher named Maxiano in exchange for him bringing me some free food. Tons of people made suggestions as to what I should do next, and have been begging for updates, so it’s finally here!

After the last encounter I wrote about, it took a week or so for Max to stop by again. During that time we continued to text and flirt. He was obsessed with my body and that he had gotten to see it in person, and I love how sweet and excited he was. I had decided the next time we saw each other I’d get closer to him, both so he could see me better and so I could get a good look at him.

He came by in the evening again. This was preferable for a few reasons. One, it wasn’t scorching outside. Two, it made it harder for the neighbors to discern exactly what was happening. And three, my moms were usually tucked away reading or watching something by that point instead of moving around the house where they might decide to glance out a door or window.

After getting his text, I exited in my usual outfit. A long tee and panties, nothing else. This time though I ignored the food and started walking down to his car. As I got closer I waved and smiled to let him know this wasn’t a confrontation. I walked around to the driver side while he rolled down his window, finally giving me a proper look at him. As mentioned in my last post he is Hispanic. He is also, in my opinion, super handsome! He is a littler huskier; filled out but not fat. He has curly black hair and a neatly groomed black mustache and goatee. I could see on his face that he was super nervous. He was giving me a faint, tight-lipped grin and was gripping his steering wheel with both hands like it was a traffic stop.

“Hey! Just wanted to say hi!” I said.

“Hello.” Max almost sounded formal. English is his second language, so I think between that and his nervousness and excitement he just sort of froze up. I kept a few feet away from his window so as not to crowd him and chatted him up a bit. I thanked him for all the food, and made sure he was ok with me being closer. He said he was, and after a couple minutes of talking he started to relax a tiny bit.

“Can I see…behind…” Max asked hesitantly.

“Oh this?” I teased, turning a bit and looking down at my butt. He nodded, so I turned and began to slowly tug my shirt up while rocking my hips like a burlesque dancer. I glanced back and saw that his eyes were glued to my rear, watching as each inch of my booty was revealed. Once it was up above the waistline of my panties, I bent forward slightly to give him a good view.

“How is it up close?” Max struggled a bit to form his words, but between his mutters and deep breaths he eventually he squeaked out a “Beautiful. So beautiful.” After ogling me for a minute, I hooked up my thumbs into my waistband in preparation to continue the show.

Before I could, Maxiano stopped be. Beckoning me closer, he questioned me a bit to make sure that I was ok with all of this, that I didn’t have to take my clothes off, and that he really liked me and didn’t want me to feel like I had to do anything for him. It came out of nowhere but was honestly so sweet that I had to resist the urge to lean into his car and kiss his cheek! I promised him that I liked what we were doing, that I was an adult and consented to everything, and that I’d tell him if I didn’t want to do anything.

After our little talk, I stepped back again and was like “So do you still want me to take these off?”

“Por favor. Yes..yes…” he pleaded, so I spun around and resumed. I slipped my panties over my cheeks, going slow so that Max could watch my ass unveil itself. Once they were completely off, I picked them with my toes and held them up a bit so he could see my soles. His hands were still locked onto his steering wheel, but his eyes were darting all over my body, soaking it in like water into sand.

“Can it…you jiggle it?” He asked eventually, so I bent forward again and shook it a little bit, feeling my pussy getting wetter and wetter knowing that Max was probably rock hard right now watching my big cheeks shake right in front of him. After that, I slipped my panties back on and told him I should get back inside. He thanked me profusely, and I reminded him to touch himself whenever he got home. We blew each other kisses and I traipsed back inside.

Over the past couple of weeks we have repeated this same scenario a few times, with two major deviations. The first was when Max asked to get a better look at my feet. Since me standing outside his car made this a bit tricky, he ended up opening his door so I could rest them on the edge of the car to give him a closer look. He never moved to touch me, he always kept his hands on the wheel and just stared and stared.

The second, and most recent, development happened a few days ago. This time, after I’d finished showing off and twerking for him a little bit, instead of putting my panties back on I approached his car while dangling them from my finger. They were an older pair that I’ve had since high school. Cheeky and cute, but also cheap and nothing I would miss.

“Want to take these home with you?” I asked coyly.

At first Max just outright didn’t get what I was suggesting. To him it was obvious that I needed to keep my underwear so I could put them back on. Once he realized that I was offering them to him, he was in plain shock. Once he finally took them from me, he sat turning them over delicately in his hands. For me? You sure?” He repeated that phrase about twenty times. I assured him that they were his to keep. In all of our up-close encounters we’d never talked super dirty. Max was always a gentlemen, and I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so I’d just use terms like “butt” or “touch yourself” etc. This time I decided to push the boundary a little bit. Resting my arms on the edge of his window, I whispered that he could wrap them around his cock that night when he got home. Max was visibly sweating and his breath was heavy. He seemed to be in disbelief about what was happening. He eventually admitted that he’d like to do that.

I asked him if he was hard and he said yes. I asked if he wanted to show me, and he said if I was ok with it then yes. I told him I was, so he unbuttoned his pants and after a second of tumbling pulled out his cock. It was a beautiful brown color, and uncut. Although his foreskin was hiding the head I could see the faint glimmers of precum which told me he was indeed very excited. He was almost fully hard, and another dirty thought struck me.

“Want to try my panties right now?” For once he didn’t protest or hesitate. He carefully wrapped the fabric around his dick and began to pump it up and down with quick strokes. His breath was catching in his throat and small, deep grunts broke though as he leaned his head back. I watched him in delight; seeing someone use my dirty panties to jerk themselves off was incredibly arousing, doubly so given the voyeuristic nature of our relationship. I showed him more of my butt while he jerked, but after only a minute he stopped and told me he needed to break, which I understood to mean that he’d been getting close to cumming. I made him promise me that he’d finish later at home, and he told me he would.

We said our goodbyes, and I dashed up my lawn, fully naked from the waist down, and rushed up to my room before one of my moms caught me. A couple hours later Max texted me to say that he’d just used my panties again and they had felt perfect, and he thanked me a million times for the present.

And that’s where things are at! Thanks everyone for your suggestions. What should I do next? It’s only a couple weeks before I return to college so I need to make them count!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i35uf9/i_20_f_have_been_getting_free_food_from_a