*This story dates back nearly thirty years to when I worked for a small catering company as a summer job whilst at university, I must have been about twenty at the time. The basis of the story is true, however some artistic license has been applied to spice things up a little… perhaps these small changes are how I wish it had gone when I fantasise about it now!*
I worked for a small local business which had contracts all over the city providing catering for meetings and lunches. They had a few smaller clients where they provided a lunch trolley service usually in more remote buildings that didn’t have a canteen of their own. This was my job, I had a small van with the trolley in the back and I’d spend about 15 mins at each office selling sandwiches, cans of juice, crisps etc. I liked this job because I didn’t have to start too early, and obviously once lunch was done so was I. The short hours suited me but at the same time allowed me some extra money for going out at the weekends with my girlfriends.
On this one occasion when I got to the depot to start my shift, my van wouldn’t start. The day had been a bit of a rush with various of the other drivers picking me up and dropping me off at each of my stops, in between their own drops. By the last building I was running very late and thinking I wasn’t coming, most of the office workers had already got lunch elsewhere. It hadn’t been a very productive day sales-wise which didn’t bother me too much as I was paid by the hour not for sales, but I liked to do a good job as the owner was nice so I was feeling disappointed as the day wrapped up.
Standing in the carpark with my trolley waiting for someone to collect me to take me back to the depot, I took my cardigan off as it was a nice warm afternoon. Some of the offices were very cold with their air conditioning and I usually felt the need of the extra layer; but what with the rushing about and the heat of the sun, I was feeling warm today. I am not very tall, about five foot four inches, and quite slim with a nice chest (I get compliments all the time even now), and back in my twenties whilst I didn’t work out as such, I was quite sporty. I like to think I was quite attractive and never struggled for the attention of the boys, or a few girls from time to time for that matter.
After I had been waiting about five minutes, I saw the company van pull into the carpark, it was one of the two larger ones that they used for supply runs and for the city centre where there were lots of deliveries close together. I knew that meant it was either the owner or this one other driver who I didn’t know very well but thought was pretty cute, let’s call him Jason. As the van pulled up alongside, the passenger window came down and I could see it was Jason smiling at me, which cheered me up a little.
“Jump in.” he said, as he opened his door on the other side and climbed out. “I’ll put your trolley in the back.”
Jason half jogged round the front of the van and took the trolley with his right hand, whilst with his left he opened the passenger door for me. I climbed up into the passenger seat of the van, and he gently pushed to door closed behind me. The front of the van was one of those bench seats on the passenger side with a separate seat next to it for the driver. The bench had room comfortably for two people, maybe three at a push. I sat in the middle, closer to the driver seat than I needed to and watched Jason in the mirror as he disappeared round the back with the trolley.
A few moments later, after what I suspect had been a bit of a struggle to get the trolley up into the back, I felt the doors being closed and Jason reappeared climbing into the driver seat. As he climbed in I looked across at him and smiled, taking in his handsome face and his blue eyes. He was quite a bit taller than me, maybe around the six foot mark and clearly looked after himself without going over the top. I was never really attracted to the look that came from hours spent in the gym but I did and still do appreciate the physique of someone who likes to play sport or go for a regular swim.
“Been a good day?” he asked.
“Not really,” I replied, trying not to sound too downbeat. “Most people did their own thing today so I haven’t sold much.”
“Yeah I thought your trolley looked quite full still. Never mind, I am sure it will be better tomorrow. You good to go?” I smiled again, nodded and reached over my shoulder to grab the seatbelt. Jason started up the engine and by the time I was clicked in we were pulling off.
Like I said I didn’t know Jason very well, but I had seen him around a few times and we’d spoken in the depot. We had been on a couple of nights out with the rest of the staff, but other than in small groups I had never really spent much time talking to him. He was definitely good looking and on that day, at the start of summer, after a rubbish day at work, as I sat there is his van my mind started to wander to what I’d like him to do to me.
The trip back to the depot which was in a largely commercial area was going to take about 20 mins on fairly quiet roads, as we were outside city centre. After the initial pleasantries we had been driving for a few minutes listening to the radio. It was a local station, probably so he could get regular traffic updates, so the music was a bit too pop for me, but it wasn’t bad. I decided that as a young single woman, there was no reason why I couldn’t have a bit of fun and started to flirt with him a little, to see what happened.
Since we spent most of our time in offices, we were encouraged to dress the part. There was no dress code as such so long as it was ‘appropriate’ as the owner had put it. Most days, and today was no exception, I wore a floaty black skirt that was a few inches above the knee over a pair of black tights. On the top I wore a thin white blouse under a cardigan which as I already said, I had removed. Under my blouse I was wearing a nice bra which without the cardigan on, was probably slightly visible through my top, at least I hoped it was.
“It is quite warm today.” I said as I looked across at Jason and again smiled.
“Would you like me to open a window?” he replied, and reached to the switches on the drivers door. He paused slightly I think trying to decide which to open, and that gave me enough time to respond before he pressed either button.
“No it is fine, I’ll just undo a button on my top, that’ll cool me down.” I reached up and undid the next button down, slightly parted the fabric and loosely shook it as I did so. I was hoping that with his height advantage on me, Jason would now have a good view down into my top and perhaps be able to see a tantalising glimpse of the lace around the fabric of my double D cups as well as the swell of the top of my breasts exaggerated by the underwiring.
After I had loosened the fabric, instead of returning my hand to my lap, I laid it gently on his thigh slightly closer to his hip than his knee and didn’t say a word. I didn’t look at him, I just looked straight ahead as if this was perfectly normal. Jason didn’t react to this touch immediately also seemingly choosing to act as if it was normal probably out of fear or putting me off, but after about 30 seconds I did see him glance down my top as he reached over and adjusted the radio volume. After a few moments longer, I lightly started to flex my fingers stroking the top inner part of his thigh ever so slightly, whilst my thumb caressed the outer side in a small circular motion. This time Jason looked over at me smiling, and I returned his smile. As he broke the gaze returning his eyes to the road, he was less subtle in his attempts to see down my top, but that was fine with me.
We were now a little over halfway through our journey by my estimation, and I decided that it was time to move things along a little. My initial flirts were really just designed to see if there was some mutual interest, nothing that was so embarrassing it couldn’t be taken back. But now that I figured he was interested I decided to up my game.
I shifted position in my seat, moving closer to Jason with my bum now very close to the edge of the seat and my body turned slightly away from him so that the angle down my top was a little more accessible to his gaze. I slid my right hand up his thigh and down between his legs. I kept moving it up until the side of my hand brushed against his crotch. I could feel he relaxed the position of his legs slightly giving me the inaudible go ahead and making more space for me to move. This wasn’t a position that was likely to be sustainable as my arm was twisted slightly at the shoulder but for a short period at least it would allow me to tickle what I hoped was the underside of his balls with my pinkie finger.
Jason finally broke the silence, “What are you up to?” he joked in a low gentle voice glancing over at me as he did.
“Isn’t that obvious! Are you complaining? I’ll stop if you want” easing my hand slightly back down his leg as I spoke.
“No complaints here, but I feel at somewhat of a disadvantage not being able to touch you back.”
“They’ll be plenty of time for that,” I replied, “just enjoy the attention” and with that I felt Jason visibly relax into the seat, and his legs parted further this time giving me much better access.
Now that we were clearly on the same page, I took this as full consent for me to proceed. I shifted again in my seat, this time turning towards him and tucking my right leg up onto the seat slightly to allow me to twist to almost face right across the fan towards him. I moved my right hand from his thigh which resulted in a slight whimper of disappointment from Jason, and placing my elbow on the back of the seat behind me I used it to stroke the back of his neck. This time using my left hand I reached down again between his legs and took hold of his cock and balls giving him a gentle squeeze. I could tell he was hard, or at least well on the way, but being constrained by the position he was forced to assume whilst driving. I started to caress him with my left hand combining stroking and gentle squeezing, whilst my right hand continued to stroke the back of his head running my finger through his hair, and I leaned in to kiss him gently first on his cheek then on his neck.
After a few minutes of stroking, I reached up slightly still caressing his neck with my lips and felt for the zip in his trousers and opening him up. I then felt further up for his belt and opened that and after a brief struggle and a slight readjustment in position from Jason I also manged to undo his trouser button. I ran my left index finger inside the waist band of his underwear and then moving back down slightly opened up the button fly and freed his cock.
By now he was fully hard. He wasn’t huge, but by my initial estimate I figured there was more than enough there to work with. I reached passed his penis stroking his balls slightly and slid my hand underneath to properly caress them. This resulted in a moan from Jason which caught me slightly off guard, but told me things were progressing nicely.
“Do you like that?” I asked in the sexiest voice I could manage without it sounding like some low grade porn movie.
“Mmm hmmm!” was all he could manage. The attention from me and the focus on not crashing the van being all that his brain could sensibly manage at one time.
“How about you find somewhere to pull over, do you know anywhere?”
“I think I do,” he replied “but in the mean time, how about you open another button and see if you can get me in your mouth.”
I cheekily replied “Yes sir!” and without letting go of his balls I leant back slightly and used my right hand to undo my top all the way down to the bottom, pulling the fabric out of my skirt as I did. Had I been thinking straight I would have been more concerned about the visibility people may have of me in our elevated position. But I figured as we were well out of the city centre now and the roads were slightly quieter, it was a risk I was willing to take. After I had undone my top, I quickly glanced out the window and not seeing any other vehicles too close bent over and took the head of his penis into my mouth in one motion.
As I used my mouth and tongue on Jason’s delicious cock, I could tell that we were slowing down. At first I wasn’t sure whether this was intentional or a side effect of his pleasure distracting him further from what should have been his priority, driving. After a few moments I heard the click-click of the indicator and then the slow turn of the van as we departed from the direct route back to our depot. I wasn’t sure exactly where we were, but I didn’t care, I was enjoying the taste of his precum and the sensation of his cock slightly stretching my lips and occasionally touching the back of my mouth as we hit small bumps in the road. Unfortunately, due to the position and the movement of the vehicle I wasn’t able to use my hand to play with his balls, which I normally love, instead having to use them to steady myself against the motion of the van.
After another minute or two a few more slower turns and the van stopped. I lifted my head up from Jason’s lap, kissing the tip as it slipped from my mouth, to see that we appeared to be in an alley behind a low-rise commercial property. The alley was about twice as wide as the van and I guess he figured we’d look to the average passer-by like what we were, a parked up delivery vehicle.
“Come here” he whispered, and I rose further up from my now uncomfortable doubled up position and sat next to Jason again on the seat. He leaned across and after unbuckling both our seatbelts he took my face between his hands and kissed me, his tongue pushing between my soft lips to probe eagerly at the warmth of my mouth, as one of his hands moved down to gently caress my breast and tease my nipple through my bra. I returned his deep kiss, our tongues caressing each other in the moistness of our mouths. I assume he must have been able to taste himself on my breath and wonder to this day if that turned him on more.
After a minute or so of kissing I pushed him back into his seat and shifted around to face the back of the van. I looked him in the eyes as I slowly lifted my loose skirt and slid my tights and knickers down, first to my knees and then with a bit of wriggling of my bum to the floor pushing them and my shoes off. I then, still making eye contact, started to tug at the waistband of Jason’s trousers making it clear what I wanted. He arched his back and pushing against the back of the seat was able to rise enough that I could pull his trousers and underwear down to his ankles where I left them figuring that getting his shoes off would be both difficult and unnecessary. I then leant forward again giving him a deep kiss, supporting myself against the back wall of the cab with both hands whilst I straddled him, kneeling with one leg either side of his lap.
Breaking from the kiss I again made eye contact, I love looking a man in the eyes as he feels my warmth for the first time. Using my right hand I took hold of his now rock hard, warm shaft and guided the tip to my opening. I slowly lowered myself down onto him and we both let out a soft moan as his cock disappeared between my lips. I kept lowering myself until my bare cheeks were pressed against his thighs, where I then paused for a moment and again kissed him. As our tongues mingled with each other I felt his hands reach under the material of my skirt and firmly take hold of my ass, and gently he started to lift me up and lower me down, slowly at first but gaining pace as we got into a rhythm working together to achieve full strokes of his shaft.
As I reached the top of each stroke I could feel the ridges at the edge of his head tug slightly at my lips, making me think he’d lift me clear before we both pushed together taking him deep inside me again. With the support of his hands on my ass I was able to cup his face in my palms and again kiss him which only added to both our arousal and resulted in the strokes again getting faster and faster. From the now almost frantic motion of his lifting and lowering I figured he was close to cumming, as was I, and it was at this point I felt the distinct progression of his right hand across my bum followed by a very gentle pressure at my rear opening of one of his fingers.
Jason broke away from our kiss, and exclaimed “I’m going to cum soon… should I stop?”
“So am I,” I replied, “keep going, I want you to cum in me.” and I pushed myself down even harder on his cock with each new thrust.
A few more strokes was all we managed during which time I felt him swell inside me and at the same time he subtly increased the pressure of his finger on my asshole.
“I’m cumming” he almost yelled, and he pushed his head back arching his back to maximise the power of each thrust. He reached up with his left hand and grabbed my hair pulling it back just enough for me to feel like he was taking control.
“Me too, oh God me too… do it now… put your finger in me!” I barked at him through short rasping breaths. And with that I felt him unload inside my vagina in first one, then two then three contractions of his penis and immediately the warmth of his seed filling me inside. Simultaneously he pushed his finger into me up to what felt like at least the second knuckle and gave my hair a further pull snapping my head back. The combined feeling of these actions pushed me over the edge and felt my orgasm explode inside me and flood through my body like a wave of pleasure. I gently spasmed on his still firm cock and my hair released from his grip, leant forward into his chest as his now free hand slid down to my back pulling me close. We remained like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside my pussy and his finger still inside my ass as I felt our combined juices start to seep out of me around his softening penis.
Jason and I never did have sex again, but we used to flirt with each other occasionally at work night’s out. I saw him years later in a pub in town, he was with a girl probably about my age but closer to his own height. We made eye contact across the room and smiled, but we didn’t speak. I once told this story to a girlfriend as we made love on a lazy morning on a summer’s day not unlike the one in this story. She said she loved it as she pushed her fingers deep inside me, but what do you think?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n8pc7i/mf_the_van_driver