r/SensualIntimacy

Back when I was in college, I worked on DoorDash sometimes to make extra money. I usually wore leggings and a cute top.

Well, this one particular Friday night, I was wearing black leggings with this yellow crop top. I didn’t wear a bra because I simply wasn’t feeling it. I wear one almost all of the time because my heavy tits need the support, but sometimes, these girls just need the freedom.

I start accepting and delivering orders. The night is going normal. I get the usual amount of glances at my chest. Pretty standard. I always get attention like that even if I’m not wearing anything particularly revealing. I’m simply too busty to hide.

A few hours in, still before sunset, it starts pouring while I’m in a restaurant waiting for an order. Great. I didn’t bring my rain jacket. I usually check the weather and bring it if it might rain but I forgot this time. The food is ready, I run it to my car. I’m all wet and cold. I turn off the AC and just hope it stops raining by the time I get to the customer. It doesn’t. Customer lets me know she’s adding an additional tip since it’s storming and tells me to be safe. Very kind of her. I complete the order and move on.

I’m run into another restaurant, trying to hold my tits in place. I guess this really wasn’t the day for no bra. The host is a guy about my age. He blatantly stares at my boobs as I walk in. I walk up to the counter and tell him I’m here for Soandso’s order. He just keeps staring at my tits for a second longer before darting up to my face and saying “Sorry. What was that name again?”

I tell him and he goes back to the kitchen to check on it. I’m used to the glances and sometimes even the stares, but this guy straight up was zonked out looking at them. I decide to go to the women’s room to fully assess the damage the rain has caused.

I look at myself in the mirror and wow. I totally understand why he was so distracted. I mean, not only is the top clinging to my tits, but…..oh my gosh, is it lowkey see-through right now? Are you kidding me? Fuck. Yes it is. You can definitely see my nipples if you stare long enough. Like, it’s not anything crazy, full-on transparent, but you can definitely see the nipples. Great.

I walk out. My order is ready. And I head over to the customer. I pull into their driveway and check the app to see the instructions.

“Hand it to customer”

Ok, great. I grab his bag and run to his porch. Finally, a little reprieve from the rain. I knock on his door. He opens it. He’s about 27-30? He greets me and takes his food. He sets it on his little table right next to the door. “Enjoy your meal. Have a good night!” I say, as I start turning and leaving. But he stops me. “Hey! Wait.”

I turn back to him.

“Ummm, I hope you don’t think I’m a pervert. I couldn’t help but notice you’re a little exposed with all this rain going on. Let me get you something.”

He walks out of view and I’m just standing there cold, wet, and admittedly a little horny.

He comes back with a cute little top and a thin jacket.

“Here, my ex left these. You can have them. I think the zipper is broken, but it should still help a little.”

Thoughts are racing through my head. Horny ones. Without too much thought, I say “Thank you. Give me a sec.” and start to take off my top. Right in front of him. I wish I could say it was smooth and sexy, but with how sticky wet clothes get, it wasn’t too smooth. Either way, I’m sure he enjoyed how long it took to take it off. I finally had it off and reached out for the top. He was just staring with his mouth open.

I put on his ex’s top. Struggling a little bit. It didn’t quite want to go over my boobs. I finally got it over and had to adjust my tits cuz they were sitting weird. By the time I sorted everything out, it was pretty obvious his ex wasn’t quite as well-endowed as me. There was lots of cleavage and my nipples were so close to spilling out. But hey, it was warm and dry. I looked at him with a smile, thanked him, and reached for the jacket.

“Let me give you an extra tip.”

He pulled out his wallet and took out a $20 and a $10 and handed them to me saying “You’ve been the best Dasher I’ve ever had.”

I had a wide smile on my face. “Thank you. That’s a big tip.”

“You deserve it.”

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

Part II is up on my profile for your enjoyment. ;)

Several summers ago, I was back home having a cook out with my bru h, his friend, my si ste, my BIL, my mam m , my ste pda, & my ste psi.

It was a fun summer day. We had cheeseburgers and hot dogs and after eating, my bru h brought out a huge pack of empty water balloons. He wanted us all to fill them up and have a water balloon fight. My mam m and my ste pda say they’ll skip out on this but to have fun and they go indoors. Fine. More balloons for us.

We fill them up and split up into teams. Girls vs boys. So, me, my si ste, and ste psi call defending the porch and send the boys down. We start throwing balloons back and forth. We have a grand time dodging and getting hit and getting wet and it’s all fun and games. A very fun time overall.

By the time we finally run out of balloons, we’re all soaked. My bru h’s friend says “Well, Emily, I guess now we all know who would win a wet t-shirt contest.” Everyone laughed and agreed.

I look down, and sure enough, you can see my hard nipples through my wet, white tank top. Idk why I didn’t realize this was sure to happen. I look over at my si ste and ste psi. They’re soaked too but they’re wearing dark colors. Plus, their tits aren’t as big as mine. I wonder how long I’ve been unknowingly exposed like this. But also, the thought of all these people seeing me like this turned me on a bit.

My thoughts were interrupted by my si ste asking if they can see them. I hesitate and tell her she’s being weird cuz she’s my si ste. She reminds me we used to bathe together. She keeps pestering me and I finally relent. By now, everyone is around me, except my bruh, who’s too weirded out to come up onto the porch.

They all gather around me and I pull down the sticky wet tank top and show off my tits. They’re all amazed. My si ste pokes them. I swat at her hand. But her hand is replaced by her husband’s hand trying to get a handful. But she quickly swats at him.

“Hey, he can touch. He’s not related to me.”

He gives her a pleading look.

She rolls her eyes and says “Fiiine”.

He gives my tits a good squeeze and even pinches a nipple. I let out a small moan but quickly realize what I just did as they all go up in a roar. I quickly pull up the tank top and say show and tell is over and walk in. I walk past my ste pda sitting on the couch. I don’t even try to cover up. I mean, 4 people just looked at them bare. Who cares if he sees them through my drying tank top? I go up to my room and start changing. I pull off my shorts and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. my tank top is drying but fuck, I do look hot. You can definitely see through my tank top. I snap a quick pic to pull out next time I’m with my friends. I strip entirely and get into my bed. A bed is always so comfy after you get out of wet clothes. I, inevitably, fall asleep.

Later that night, I wake up after everyone had left. The sensation of the sheets on my bare skin turns me on and within seconds, in my groggy state, I‘m in my bed fingering myself thinking of how it felt when my BIL played with my tits and watching a little bit of porn as well. As I’m enjoying myself, I’m interrupted by a text from my bru h’s friend.

“Are you up?”

Fuck.

Part II is up on my profile.

You may enjoy this more if you read Part I first. It’s on my profile.

“I never do this, but do you want to touch them?”

“Really?”

Before I can answer, the app starts dinging. Asking if I’m having trouble with this delivery. I roll my eyes. A bit of a cock block if you ask me. I quickly say I handed the order to the customer and end my dash.

“Please touch them.”

He reaches out and starts playing with them. Plenty of squish and no bra to hold them in place. He starts rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples. I close my eyes and let out a bit of a moan.

I think he realizes we’re still out on his porch and his neighbors could see. He says “Come inside?” as he reaches for my arm and starts to guide me into his home. It’s clearly missing some items throughout the living room. A clear sign his ex definitely just moved out. I have a mixture of horniness and pity. I turn back to him.

“How long has it been since she left?”

“About 3 weeks”

“I only wanted you to touch them, but I think you need this.”

I quickly take off his ex’s jacket I literally just put on and throw it onto the couch. But I struggle to take off the tight shirt. I’m a bit conscious of how unsexy I look, but then again, he’s probably just staring my juicy tits. I throw it on the couch, take his hand, and sit him down. I straddle him and my tits end up directly in his face. Mere centimeters away. I can feel his breath on them. I look down at him with lust. He looks up at me incredulously. I grab the back of his head and push him towards my nipple.

He starts by gently licking my nipple. Circling his tongue around it, then passing it directly over it. Then he starts sucking on it. My eyes close in ecstasy. I love having my nipples sucked on. His hand reaches up and starts squeezing my other tit, taking the nipple between his thumb and finger and gently squeezing it. Fuck yes.

As he continues, I can’t keep my tits all the way up here. I start to lower slowly. Until I land my pussy over his very noticeable hard cock. It’s so hard. So needy. And it’s pressing into my pussy. Only my leggings and his gym shorts in the way.

He switches tits and starts sucking on the other one while now spreading his saliva all over the one he just left. I start grinding on him. Fuck it feels good.

The little voice in my head starts telling me this is dangerous. But I push it away. In this moment, I’m not the cautious girl. I’m just a horny slut grinding on this stranger’s cock. My thoughts are interrupted by his moans.

“Fuck. I’m about to cum.”

“No, no, wait. Cum on my tits.”

But it’s too late. My plea is drowned out my his very vocal orgasm.

Did I just make this man cum in his pants? His eyes are closed, his mouth is open, he shakes a bit as he continues pumping out his load.

I look down. His cock head is sticking out of his waistband and there’s a fairly big load all over his belly and his shirt. He’s still twitching and pumping small squirts of cum.

I’m actually very proud to have made this man cum so quickly. But a little disappointed. I wanted to feel his warm cum on my tits. Maybe even wanted to have had tasted him and his load. But I guess my tits are just too juicy for him.

He finally opens his eyes and starts blushing with a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry. It’s been a minute since I got any action. It’s just been my hand for weeks.”

I smile back at him “It’s ok. I understand. I’m just happy I could make you cum. I’m flattered it happened so quickly.”

And with that, I hop off him. He disappears deeper into his home. I stand there with a clear wet spot on my leggings. I struggle to put that tight top back on. And put on the jacket and try to zip it up only to realize. The zipper is definitely broken. I guess he did warn me and it’s better than nothing.

He comes back into the living room wearing a whole new outfit. And says “Here. You deserve so much more for your excellent customer care. But that’s all I got right now.”

He hands me some $20 bills, a few $5s, and some more crumpled up $1s.

I don’t bother to count it. I just put into my side pocket. I give him a long hug over the shoulders, making sure he can feel my tits pressed up against him. He’s a bit surprised at first but he embraces me back. He stay like that for a minute. I say thank you and start making my way to the door. I see his order on the little table he left it on and I just know it’s not even that warm any more. But I’m sure he doesn’t mind.

He opens the door for me, thanks me, and tells me he really needed that.

I get back to my car and start a new dash to start accepting new orders. As I pull out of his driveway, I’m very conscious of how moist I am still. My pussy hasn’t been satisfied. But my heart also feels like I did a good deed. I think he really needed that human connection. I mean, even outside of making him cum, I think he needed that long hug too.

We’re just too people that needed what the other provided. I was broke. He was getting over a break up. It all worked out so well in a very beautiful way. Life just happens like that sometimes. I was happy I could make him blow a big load for me.

I was distracted for the rest of the time I was making deliveries. By the time I got back to my dorm, I was in desperate need of a good orgasm. My roommate wasn’t home so I stripped quickly, grabbed my vibrator, and laid down to enjoy myself. I came pretty hard and headed to Taco Bell for some late night dinner.

I actually ran into a friend there and we ended up eating dinner together. I told her about what had happened and she agreed I was a good person for what I did even though I definitely was trying to fulfill my own desires.

What do you think? Is a good act done for selfish reasons still a good act?

Sorry, I don’t mean to get randomly deep on a horny post. I hope this wasn’t too long of a read!