I’m an Asian girl, but I live and work in Europe, and I’ve been working temporarily as a food delivery rider ever since the company I used to work for closed down.
A while ago, I went downtown in my city with a friend. I was wearing a white miniskirt with a white thong underneath, a white top, and a sheer long-sleeved T-shirt over it. My plan was to go home before heading to work, but my boss called me asking if I could go in early—there were some foreigners who wanted their delivery sooner than usual. I told him I wasn’t dressed appropriately for a delivery rider and wouldn’t be able to make it on time if I had to go home to change, and he replied that he didn’t care and that I could come dressed however I wanted if it didn’t bother me.

So I decided to go to work dressed like that… the problem was the skirt, which was two sizes too big, so I was wearing it low on my waist, showing the thong underneath. The skirt stayed up, but if it was pulled even a little, it would fall down. It was meant to be sexy for hanging out on a super-hot day downtown with my friends, but not for work… So before I got to work, I was busy adjusting it as much as possible to keep it up.

When I arrived and my boss saw me, he joked, “Great! I bet you’ll be making a lot of tips tonight.” That embarrassed me a little, but I realized I was also turned on.

I got there just in time to grab my helmet, put the pizzas in the box, and head out on my scooter to those pain-in-the-ass customers.

On the way, aside from the hellish heat, I didn’t have any problems; the skirt tended to leave my butt a little exposed, but I’d already done a shift in a skirt. By then, I’d been doing this job for several weeks already

Anyway, the problem happened during the delivery to the third customer. I was taking the pizzas out of the box to bring them to the customer when the box slipped out of my hands and got caught on my skirt, pulling it down… Luckily, I managed to keep my skirt up, but a pizza box partially tipped over onto my pretty sheer T-shirt, making it greasy and staining it. I made the delivery and went back to the restaurant. I told my boss what had happened, and without giving it much thought, he said, “Wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t wear that? There’s a laundromat right next door—put it in the wash so it’ll be clean by the end of your shift. Of course, I’ll pay for it.”
It really was hot, and the long sleeves weren’t helping at all—in fact, they were getting in the way a bit… I was annoyed at the thought of being left with just the white top, not even wearing a bra underneath. Anyway, I told him, “Okay, I’ll take it off and put it in the wash.”

I felt a little embarrassed wearing just a light white bandeau covering my breasts, but it’s okay—it’s so hot that I don’t mind... Actually, it even turns me on a little—I was sweating and even a bit wet. In fact, my thong was wet from both sweat and arousal, and you could tell my top was sweaty too, though maybe less so because it was stretchy and not cotton.


They’re looking at me in the restaurant, but no one says anything in particular. I take the next order and jump on my scooter… I kept getting more and more turned on… The next customer looks at me, stares at me—I hand him the pizzas; he probably wants to say something but doesn’t… Okay, I like this feeling. He leaves me a decent tip.


I keep this up with the next few customers… I struggle with the pizza box, my thong, and my skirt to make sure everything stays in place… I start to feel frustrated, and I’m also turned on, sweaty, and a little tired.

It’s evening, but it’s still light out—not very much, though… I head back to the restaurant; on the way, I touch myself down there a little… a couple of times… Once I arrive, I take the next two orders and head out to make the deliveries… When I get to the first customer, I can feel my thong is completely soaked—even my top is now drenched in sweat.

As I get off the scooter, I try to adjust my skirt and thong… but I can’t get comfortable—the thong, now soaked through, is riding up even more; it’s bothering me.

I ring the customer’s doorbell… I go up to the second floor… a man in his 40s opens the door—big and muscular, but with a bit of a belly… he stares me down from head to toe… I’m embarrassed… I hand him the pizzas... he wants to pay with a credit card... oh no, I forgot the POS machine in the storage compartment of my scooter—what a pain... I tell the customer I have to go back down to get the POS machine, and he tells me to hurry... and he makes a joke saying that if I want, I can leave everything with him—even my thong—and I blush...

I run down the stairs... I get to the scooter, grab my POS, and start to head back up... the building’s front door has closed behind me... I ring the customer’s doorbell... I wait... there’s a trash can right here next to me... I keep adjusting this thong but I’m sick of it.... I pull it out from under my skirt and toss it in the trash can... finally... no thong!!! I feel turned on and relieved... the front door opens... as I climb the stairs, I realize I’m naked underneath now, with just my skirt and a bandeau covering my breasts... The customer is waiting for me at the door with a huge smile... I hand him the receipt... he leaves a nice tip and tells me, “Much, much better this way.” I’m trembling with excitement... I feel my pussy wet; I just say “thank you.” He says, “You’re welcome—if you want, you can have an even bigger tip.” I act like nothing’s happening and bend down to pick up the container I’d left on the floor... but as I bend down to pick it up, I spread my legs slightly… he sees it, I know… he saw my completely shaved, wet pussy. I grab the container and say goodbye. I run down the stairs as fast as I can, reach my scooter, and look back… I see the building’s front door and only now notice there was an intercom camera—maybe… maybe he saw everything… maybe he recorded it? I’m coming… I’m having an orgasm… I bite my lip to hold back… and, trembling, I get back on the scooter to make my next delivery....

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