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Krystal cursed herself as she stumbled along, she had to look like a drunk fool right about now with her legs just about holding herself up "C'mon girl...it's not that far..." She told herself, quietly, she really didn't want anyone coming along and seeing her like this. Krystal was REALLY starting to regret not just relieving herself on the way here now, she was trapped in a **** state.

She kept on going, her panting was getting more sensual now, Krystal just about had a handle on it but she got noisy when she was horny, especially when her thighs occasionally rubbed together like this...maybe she could just. She had to shake herself out of that thought, she had her hand between her legs for three seconds though, feeling her wet lips, her sheer arousal, only three seconds but she'd let out a horny little yelp.

"God I'm such a mess of a person..." Krystal whimpered to herself, the bathroom door was much closer now, very almost within touch "...n-note to self, ki-kick Mary's ass..." Just two more metres to stumble and...Krystal grabbed hold of the door handle, it was a godsend, feeling those three points of contact supporting her currently terrible balance. She just had one more big hurdle to get past...

Turning the door handle, she opened the door up, stumbling in to reveal...well, it was quiet. The warehouse bathroom on account of there not being much room for a bathroom was unisex, but it was unisex in that this obviously used to be two bathrooms but they combined them to reduce traffic in any one gendered bathroom, this meant though that there were certain artifacts left behind...mainly the fact that there was a set of urinals along one wall, which always amused Krystal because she never saw anyone using them, probably because the opposite sex could just walk right in at a moment's notice.

Her interest wasn't in the room itself though, stumbling her way across toward the cubicles, her juices had ran down to her calves by now, dripping onto the floor...there was a risk of it running into her shoes so she had to act. Finally, she opened up a cubicle, quickly locking the door behind her and planting her butt down on the toilet seat.

"Fuck, I have GOT to stop going to toilets like this..." Krystal muttered to herself, looking down at her soaked legs. "...ah shit" Grabbing a toilet roll she got to work cleaning up a bit of the worst parts, the bits that had run furthest down her legs. To get better access she slipped her shoes off, setting them on the tank and leaving her barefoot, the feeling of her feet on that cold floor was a surprise, it made her blush even more somehow, that extra form of touch making her far more aware of her nudity.

With the rest cleaned up, she moved onto her next task. Bringing her fingers to her aching pussy lips, she just rubbed gently, though it wasn't like she needed easing in, with very little effort her fingers would just slip into that sloppy mess, two fingers, three, and she got to thrusting away, her free hand firmly on her mouth as she fucked herself in this dingy little bathroom.

It really didn't take long before she felt the wave, both excitement and relief as her hips began to buck "Ah hah...fuck..." Krystal gasped, bringing her other hand up to her mouth, licking her fingers clean mid orgasm, then without warning juices squirted out from her pussy, only a tiny amount at first, but then a decent bit came out and splashed up onto the stall door. ".....holy...fuck..." She panted to herself, almost a little impressed at herself...before returning her mind to the real world and getting herself cleaned up.

Her legs cleaned up, face washed, Krystal slipped her shoes back on and headed out, grabbing her cargo rack on the way and walking to her bike with renewed energy.

"You're looking better Krystal, just needed to take a breather or something...?" Chris asked her as she passed by, his eyes seeming to shift up to meet hers as she turned to look his way.

Getting to work securing her rack, Krystal shrugged casually "You'd be surprised what a short breather can do for you Chris, you should try it sometime, might give your sense of humour some life" She smirked back at him, testing to see if the rack was firmly in place.

Chris just chuckled back, shaking his head as he sorted out her packages for the day "You wound me, I thought you loved my humour?" He set the packages down, it looked like there were three smaller packages, Krystal assumed they were documents or something, they were certainly the right shape, there was also a slightly larger box that was in that perfect size, shape and weight for being impossible to carry without two hands, nothing intense but it was simply awkward.

The nude courier got to work making sure they were firmly secure, she loved these company cargo racks, as long as something fit it'd never fall out, they even had a foldable fabric section that went over the rack in case you were sent out to deliver fast food...versatility perfected, at least, in regards to cargo delivery.

"Well Chris, it's been a...pleasure..." She immediately regretted that word "But I have to get going, packages won't deliver themselves after all" Krystal said with a smile, mounting her bike and also regretting that she couldn't discreetly clean up that seat, it was feeling a little sticky now.

Chris just smiled and waved, watching Krystal slip her bike helmet on and head out, he almost went off imagining how she'd look running through an office nude, handing over paperwork, but realised he had a job to do and got to it...saving those thoughts for later.

Krystal, our nude delivery girl, breathed a sigh of relief as she left the warehouse, back out onto the open road and slightly more prepared for the experience, at the very least the vibrations of her bike weren't bothering her as much anymore, they were simply a pleasent hum, rather than leaving her an absolute mess "Sorry about the seat Lucy..." She said outloud, patting her bike as she drove along "I promise I'll give you a proper clean when we get home, okay?"