I see now that this story should have been before THE LITTLE DOLL HOUSE although it really doesn't matter.
I know, 101 is an over used title but I needed something short to get you here.
This is an all new version of an old story that was mixed in with others.
I had my first job right out of high school. I'd taken a business course and was a fair typist and book keeper. Not something a guy loving the outdoors ever planned. But it was clean and the factory two miles from home. With older office workers there was hope for a bright future. That hope was gone after five years when the factory closed and moved away. I had to choose to go or stay where I lived. I stayed.
This was a union shop with two separate factory buildings making various products. I worked with an older man in the shipping/receiving department. My job was to start an hour earlier and get off an hour before the others so I could take inventory from the previous day and night. This gave me the chance to make friends and talk to the workin men and women. I also had to go to the main office in the next building for shipping orders, etc. Over there I got to mingle with the office gals, some young and flirty, some old and flirtier.
Being the shipping/receiving clerk I also had to spend a lot of time checking loads being shipped in RR cars and trucks. More time to BS. Much of the BS was about a few pictures on my desk of my wife. Busts, I suppose they were called, and her busts where often part of the discussions.
Since I was half the age of the youngest union workers, most were from 40-65, they seemed to think this newly wed needed to know about the facts of life. Admittedly my wife and I had been virgins until 20 &18, our sex lives consisted of just basic fucking in whatever position I could get Dollie. Sure we'd heard about other kinky sex but thought most of it was made up.
My new older friends at the factory were about to explain what butt fucking, cock sucking, and group sex was whether I wanted to know or not! Among my teachers were also the women on some of the packaging lines. They too were old. Well compared to my 19 when starting that job. In reality those old women were also in their 40's to 50's. Ages we now call young whipper snappers. It's all relative.
Across from the large wall of windows of our little office attached to building #2 was the main office in the other factory, building #1. To get to the office, employees and salesmen walked up a long wide set of steps. There was no door at the head of the stairs, just Lucy and Lucy's desk. Lucy was a secretary and also the greeter. Lucy's desk was the big wooden type with a large opening exposing Lucy's legs.
Back as far as I can remember in school I was a leg man. This was during the peek of the mini skirt ere. Even at Lucy's age Lucy wore mini skirts to work, and wore them well. I'm betting that the plant manager was a pervert and positioned Lucy and her desk right there to attract business men visiting the office. It sure attracted me every time I went upstairs to the office, several times a day for over five years.
Lucy was a looker. Her long lean, lanky, lovely limbs gave me an erection every time I went up to that office. Sometimes a quick peek of panties. Her ample breasts always seemed to be trying to escape her usually lacy tight blouses. The bad thing about this was I had to stop at several of the younger ladies' desks to pick up or leave paper work. They soon noticed my slight pants bulge and began to tease me.
Some of those gals were married, some not. All were quite friendly and good looking. It was both embarrassing and exciting visiting the main office. Of course if there was a hint of a gapping blouse I had to stand behind and look over their shoulder. I had to go into a small mail room to make stamps, weigh packages, and do other things. One gal in particular seemed to always need stamps or papers when I was in there. Her husband had recently died and she was lonely. Flirting with that well built sexy old lady in her 40's was fun until I married Dollie. Okay it was still fun!
He name slips my mind. I'll call her Mrs. Buxom. Mrs. Buxom would rub her body against my erection making it even more erect. I don't believe she ever came right out and asked me to fuck her early on. But being invited to her home and other things made me think it was possible. Damned why didn't Mrs. Buxom get friendly before I married?
It wasn't long after being married to Dollie that those office gals were also asking about our love life. They were a bit more sophisticated yet they still hinted that there was more than one way to enjoy sex with a young bride. No one knew Dollie was pregnant until just before the baby was born.
Day after day these sexual ideas were told to me with the constant questions "have you ate Dollie's pussy yet, did she suck your cock, are you wife swapping, and the biggy, does she like getting butt fucked"?