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: -

Customer A

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

Customer B 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.

Customer C 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 lying 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.

Customer D 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, and 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.