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. 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.”