The combined gut punch of increased CoVid lock downs and an economic recession found me to be doing late night food deliveries as a second job. The business with which I was full time employed, had put all employees on reduced hours, working from home. Less hours was great but also meant reduced wages. I had just moved in to a new place a few months ago, living alone for the first time, and was still just getting to grips with the increase in bills. I lived pretty frugally in any case and after a few weeks working both day and night I found my self getting comfortable in a good weekly rhythm. If I worked hard on the deliveries for four days straight I could relax the other three, take jobs if I felt like it. Any extra money I made on these jobs at the end of the week would go towards treating my self to some new clothes and lingerie.
Being locked down meant no visitors and with only a couple of video conferencing calls during week days, the need to wear clothing at all was minimal. I was constantly in panties and stockings, going for comfort over sexiness. On my off nights I would only take one or two jobs close to home. Leaving the panties and stockings on, under my jeans and bomber jacket, I would ride out in the night, stimulated by the knowledge of what I was wearing. The thrill I felt encouraged me to be more daring on these nights. A nearby pizza place, Nico’s, was so close to my house I could sit on my sofa and pick up jobs requests. Nico’s also had drive thru pick up so there was no need to remove my helmet. Plus with face masks mandatory, a girl really could go all out and be bold. The first time I wore a dress I nearly came on the seat on my way home. I wore a long black dress with my jacket on top, long blonde wig flayed over my shoulder from beneath the helmet. Under the dress, my legs wrapped in sheer black thigh highs and suspenders , with a small lacy black thong tucking back any bulge. Driving around with the wind licking up my dress, up inside it, along my thighs and over my cock, drove my wild. I got home and jerked off right there in the garage.
Upping my game I began wearing my breast plate on these rides, the heavy breasts, forcing me to ride with a straight back, chest pushed out to support the weight. I got so many more looks from passing cars, I would unzip my jacket a bit, let a little cleavage show. The attention I got from other motorists, some parked next to me at lights or driving next to me in the other lane, was intoxicating. I cut a big slit up the side of my dress, so the wind would expose the tops of my stockings as I speed up, sometimes the suspender belt, a little pale thigh. It was honestly thrilling to get reactions from strangers to my body, but like any drug, I kept having to up the stakes to chase the high.
Cut to Friday night, I had a good week at both jobs and really could relax for the next few days. Only take a delivery job if I felt like it, and I planned to take at least one. The nights were getting warmer, and I had a new outfit in mind. [A lot riskier, a lot sluttier and I couldn’t wait to test it out.](https://imgur.com/a/s3Nncdp)
Large black woollen knee high socks pulled and stretched up to my thighs. My body squeezed into a simple one piece with a very striking tartan print. The material so sheer, stretched even more see-through by my large tits. Instead of a dress I put on a super short miniskirt I made from an old pair of jeans. I was definitely excited but also a bit nervous, I would definitely only do one job, and only from Nico’s. Being a Friday night, jobs started coming through for Nico’s thick and fast around seven and didn’t let up. I wasn’t daring enough to go out with the city still super busy, lots of people on the roads. I passed the early night with a meal and some tv, lounging in my outfit, keeping my buzz going. Around 10:30pm job requests were starting to slow done on the app, it was now or never. I didn’t want to potentially miss out on a job, and I didn’t really want to be out to late when all the drunks were on the streets. I was not confident enough to deal with any potential trouble. A job popped up for Nico’s, looked about 20 minutes round trip, should be home by 11pm. This was perfect, a long enough ride, not to far away, and I did not have to pass through too many lights or go on any busy streets. I accepted the job before anyone else while it was still available. Pulling on my face mask and helmet I grabbed my bike keys and went to the door. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I paused, took a deep breath, and calmed my nerves. This would be fine, easy job, warm night, I unzipped my jacket halfway down, with my thighs exposed to the world and my ass barely covered, I locked up and left for the delivery.
The pick up went smoothly, riding through well lit suburban streets to the delivery address, my legs apart, any traffic coming towards me, if they were vigilant, could see a snatch of red between my legs. Cool night air raised goosebumps on my thighs, my cock hard, my skirt flapping up at the back when I sped up, exposing the pale skin on my ass. My jacket unzipped to the waist, I sped through the night, chest pushed forward, tits near fully exposed to the world. Getting to the address without any problem I parked in an empty spot, a few cars down from the destination, a nice two storey, set close to the sidewalk. The night was going so well I dared a little extra, taking off my helmet and unzipping my jacket all the way down, I grabbed the pizza and I did my sluttiest walk up to the house. In my mind I was a hot, slutty, hooker, about to make a client very happy. Texting my arrival I placed the pizza on the doormat, a bright LED outlined a fancy doorbell in the middle of the door. I pressed it, backed away and got back to my bike quickly just in case they were waiting near the door. Fear of being caught beat out any attempt at a sexy walk on my return to my bike. Helmet back on, sitting on my seat, looking back with the mirror, I see the door open, a hand reach out and lift the pizza inside. I fired up the engine and took off home, not bothering to do up my jacket, fuck it, let the city see my tits!
Halfway home I feel the phone in my jacket pocket vibrating its expected message of delivery accepted. As I approached my street turn off, my phone vibrated a couple more times. Hoping the order wasn’t fucked up somehow, I pulled into my garage and checked my phone.
It WAS the delivery app, SHIT.
The customer had texted, seemed there was a problem with the delivery.
I texted back, “Sorry, couldn’t check phone while driving. Was there an issue with your order?”
They responded quickly “Hey, no problem with the order, just the tip options in the app.“
Ok, now I was confused, “ The App? I don’t understand? I think that’s above my pay grade”
I checked their customer profile, just a first name, Oscar.
He texted again, “The tip options are to small, I would like to tip more”
This was too weird and I had some business to attend to. “I can’t really help with that. Its cool, you don’t need to tip. All good”
My hopes he would just go away were dashed as he responded quickly, “I wanted to reward you for going the extra mile with your delivery”
My heart skipped a beat, what the fuck was this guy talking about. “ Sorry I don’t really know what you are talking about”
“My doorbell caught some nice images of you when you delivered. I like your style”
My mind reeled back, could he have seen something that revealed my secret, my identity, my rising panic cut short as my phone vibrated again
**“Do you want to see them?”**
I did, but not on the work app. “ Send them to this number”
Sending him my personal number I went inside and rolled a joint, my phone vibrated a few times as I rolled. Ignoring it, I sat their trying to focus on the joint, but my mind raced. What could he have seen? Did it matter? How much risk was I in?
[Closing my eyes, I took a few controlled breaths and feeling a little calmer I opened my phone.](https://imgur.com/a/HiWSdek)
I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. These pictures had no identifying information or any indication there was a dick under my skirt. I lit the joint, deciding to play it cool, so what, he got to see some titty. It was actually turning me on thinking about him drooling over my body. I wanted people to see me, to lust over me, I had just ridden through my own suburb with my tits pretty much out. I’d play this out for a bit, then get rid of this guy. I was dressed up, still super horny from the ride and wanted to play with myself. [For a bit of fum I decided to be flirty with him, sort this out as nicely as possible and get on with my night.](https://imgur.com/a/BN0hijf)
My spider senses were tingling, this was either a prank or some scam. Paying me $20 for photos he already possessed confused me. Deciding he was just bullshitting, I would call his bluff, test his offer. I could use an online shopping account that allows others to deposit small amounts of money as gifts. It was all signed in with my alter ego credentials, no potential identity leakage. I was going to take some photos anyway, sending them directly to someone was even more enticing. He already had some grainy shots of my tits, a few more would not hurt, [if he was for real, this could be some extra fun on an already great night.](https://imgur.com/a/rQBuMt0)
His reactions to the photos sent a throb through my cock with every vibration of the phone. This felt so good, to be wanted. A notification interrupted my train of thought. He had just deposited $10 more. I actually felt excited to send him some more. Repositioning my growing erection so it lay flat against my stomach, checking my reflection in the mirror, [I took some pictures then jumped back into the chat.](https://imgur.com/a/CfG3f7R)
I felt bad for the abruptness of my last message, but I needed to go back and enlarge the picture of his package. My reaction to seeing it at first was to grab my own through my clothes. Jaw dropping, mouth open I squeezed my cock and imagined sucking his. As enjoyable as the chat was, the more pictures I sent, the more nervous I felt that I might fuck up. Unsure how he would react to an accidental nut slip, his illusion of a girl shattered, the night had been so good, I didn’t want to risk any grief spoiling my pleasure or the erection poking me in my stomach. I could see that he had messaged me again asking for more. I had plenty already, why take 5 when you can take fifteen, or fifty! [I could select from them, hopefully satisfy him without giving away my little secret.](https://imgur.com/a/GYoZYES)
Putting the phone down, I lay back on my sofa. I needed to pause, shit was getting a little to real to quick. His comment about not caring if there was a cock or pussy had nearly made me send him one with a clear shot of my still hard dick. Did he really not care, or was he just saying shit to sound woke? Did I even want to take that chance, as much as the idea drove me crazy with desire. Thinking about my cock made me think of his, the picture he sent me, my phone was instantly back in my face. My comment about choking on it was the truth, the long heaviness filling my throat, pushing against me neck, having only ever sucked a dildo half as big I could only imagine the feeling. I was very close to cumming, legs splayed on my sofa, cock filled screen in one hand the other massaging my balls and shaft. I could let the cum splash on my stomach, a cum stain on my clothes like a badge to remember this night. Giving my body a shake, I sat up, dragging my free hand from my cock to cup and fondle my breast. Fuck it, I can give this guy a show and maybe, just maybe, if he likes what he sees, he might get to see me cum. I deleted my account with delivery company to alleviate any lingering anxiety about potential real id discovery. A new account was easy to setup, they didn’t really care who was driving for them, just that the job got done. To relieve some of the guilt of any deception, I would tell him stop sending money, to just enjoy the show. Whatever happened, tonight had been unexpectedly kinkier than planned and I wanted to wallow in the glow. [I opened up the chat and made my move.](https://imgur.com/a/bWrbofH)
I put down the phone and allowed myself to relax. I had not noticed the tension in my shoulders, but I felt them ease. Oscars enthusiastic encouragement was a relief, his acceptance and enjoyment of my body had me ready to cum right there. I felt like I had been edging for days, my balls heavy ready for release. I unclasped the one piece between my legs, [picked up my phone, Oscar was about to get some dick pics.](https://imgur.com/a/leHJLll)
I sent his video to my email and played it on my monitor. On the bigger screen the dimesions of his hard cock were even more impressive. Confident like never before, I went back into the garage, his acceptance of me, not to mention his own horniness, was having an intoxicating effect on me. From the garage, I could look through the window, his massive penis large even from a distance, and jerk my much smaller sissy clit in response. Taking some photos as best as I could, I stared at his cock, basking in the wonderful sensation, that he was stroking it thinking of me. This was all about to come to a conclusion quick, my leg muscles were tightening, I was close. I choose a few photos to send, not really interested in chatting too much. I would send these then record myself cumming, make a video for him to enjoy, he had made me feel so good about myself, he deserved to see the result just as much as I wanted to see him cum for me. That was my goal, for him to cum, cum hard looking at my body. I realised that I desperately craved to see him climax after all the images I had sent him. That would be my prize, something I could watch in the future if I needed a confidence boost. [Grabbing my phone, after dumping a bunch of photos in the chat, I would ask him to record his orgasm for me.](https://imgur.com/a/wIuFb6y)
I closed my phone and sank into the sofa. I had lied about cumming, I had been so excited to see him orgasm, I was a little disappointed he had failed to record it after I had asked. So I lied, I had already gotten him to cum, I could now get busy, with out distraction, on my orgasm. Plus I could record it so I would have something to surprise him with when I worked up the confidence to contact him again. All in all it had been a crazy night, my cock was still hard, the excitement still tingling in my body. Seeing him jerking to my photos, the image he sent of his cum, had really pushed me to my limit. I felt a little bad for lying to him about my cumming, but I found it hard to be in the moment and hold a conversation. My plan was not to clean up and go to bed, but to finish the night as intended, with me cumming.
I got up and went back into the garage.
Turned my camera on and put the phone in position.
May as well record it, Oscar would get a nice surprise in his inbox soon.
[I hoped he would like it, I wondered if anyone else would like to see it…](https://imgur.com/a/yn3vRd6)
Let me know in the comments and I just might post it when its done
Thank you for reading
xxx
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i4fnsp/the_fleshy_part_of_the_thigh_mcdexh