Having worked for a motor factor as a delivery driver for almost two years, I have grown in to something that my mates call a ‘prick teaser’. You see I love men and I love getting noticed, and as I spend all day everyday calling a garages and workshops in my little van, getting noticed has become a hobby of mine. It started quite soon after I got the job. It was a boiling hot day and I went to work braless. Not a big deal in my book as I’ve got nice firm tits and I often go without a bra. Loads of the lads noticed and I loved every moment of the attention it brought. It’s amazing how their attitude to me changed. There was a few leery comments, but very few and generally the comments I got made me feel pretty good. From that day on, I made it my business to make sure I got noticed every day. Keen not to look like a tart, I never wore very short skirts or anything like that, I usually stuck to jeans or trousers and knee length skirts. One skirt I had was quite a smart black wrap-over which came to just above my knee, but gave me the opportunity to flash my thighs as I got in and out of the van. I could also be seen by drivers of high vehicles like lorries and even 4x4’s so I would have my legs on show as I drove around. Most days I would leave my bra off and on some occasions I would purposely wear very thin tops that left little to the imagination. Although no one knew, I pretty much always went commando in jeans and trousers and sometimes I even left my knickers off when I wore skirts. One of the days when I was wearing a skirt commando style, I called at small workshop on the edge of town. At first I couldn’t find anyone around then I noticed that Graham (the owner’s son) was sitting out at the back having a cup of tea. I walked though and gave him the parts they’d ordered. He told me that they had very little work on and he was sitting in the sun for a while. The back of the workshop over looked fields and there was nothing but hills in the distance. He made me a coffee and we sat and talked for a while. I couldn’t help but look at his strong arms and nice flat stomach. I imagined that he had a lovely muscular body and couldn’t help stare at him. He obviously picked up on this and the conversation turned really quite risqué and we were soon heading on a one way path to sex. He hadn’t made a move on me so I thought I’d best get the message across to him, so I let my wrap-over skirt fall open and gave him a good view of my thighs. I couldn’t be sure if he could see that I was commando under the skirt but I did my best to let him see without making it too obvious I was doing it on purpose. He soon got the message and stood up and kissed me on the forehead. He pulled me to my feet and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. His hands were immediately on my hips and he pulled me towards him. I could feel the hardness of his dick pressing against me and I responded by moving myself against him. By now I was getting desperate for some dick, so I pulled at the belt of his jeans and soon had his button-fly Levis undone. I almost went crazy when I discovered he wasn’t wearing any underwear and was beautifully smoothly shaven. His dick was lovely and thick with a fantastically hard bell-end and a steel hard shaft. I took it in my hand and gripping it firmly, pulled at it in sort of wanking motion. This made him even harder and I could feel it growing even bigger in my hand. When I saw how well cut his dick was and how well defined the bell-end was I just couldn’t wait to get it inside me. He took me by the hand to a secluded area in the corner where they had some old worn tyres stored. He lifted me onto a pile of tyres that were just about the right height and as I sat on them and opened my legs, my skirt fell completely open. He pulled my legs round either side of his hips and pushed my skirt up round my waist. Smiling broadly he took his dick in his hand and we struggled for a few seconds to get ourselves into a position where he could get his bell-end up to the entrance of my smoothly shaven fanny which was already getting wet. It took no time for him to get himself inside me and we soon had a nice rhythm going. As he slid his dick in and out of me, holding me against him with one hand, he was squeezing a rolling my tits in with the other. As sods law would have it, because the shirt I was wearing was very thin and all but see-through, this was one of the few days when I was wearing a bra. I just needed him to get at my naked tits so I undid my shirt and managed to wriggle out of my bra and drop it on the floor. I think the effect of him seeing me take my bra off as we fucked, and the sight of my tits moving under my open shirt as he fucked me spurred him on to pump me harder and faster. Just as I could feel the start of an orgasm, he really began to fuck me hard and I had my arms tightly round his neck and my legs round the back of his knees, I gripped him with my thighs and hung on for the ride. He continued to fuck me like this for about 5 minutes and I could tell he was really enjoying my tits. Just as I was reaching the peak of my orgasm, he started for groan and the speed of his thrusting reduced as I felt him jerk his warm load deep inside me. He continued to grind slowly against me until I eventually felt him soften. I held on to him and kept him inside me until the last tingle of my orgasm has subsided. I couldn’t help wince slightly as he withdrew from me and helped me to my feet. He pulled his trousers up and I sorted myself out and fastened my shirt. He bent down and picked my bra up off the floor and asked “What about this”. I smiled at him and told him he could keep it as a souvenir of a brilliant alfresco fuck. As soon as I was properly dressed I left his garage, both of us promising to keep quiet about the session and also a repeat event as soon as the opportunity arose. The next time I visited his garage there were customers around and his dad too, so there was no chance. But I did see that my bra was hanging on a hook along with a calendar. I couldn’t help but smile.