At the same time I started uni I also got myself a part time job at a courier depot in town, sorting freight coming off the courier vans for loading onto the linehaul trucks later in the evening.
There would have been around 20 or so youngsters like myself working there, sorting freight for about 3 hours then spending an hour or so hanging around with the couriers and the office crew. This was my introduction to a proper working environment and the social interaction that it can bring.
After a few months of working hard and taking part in the regular Friday night social scene I felt at home here. Then came a bit of a thrill one night when Karen, the branch manager's personal assistant joined in.
Karen had a reputation as a party girl, despite the fact that she was married. After a couple of drinks Karen was getting louder and a bit crude in the jokes she started telling. One of the older couriers, Warren, then asked Karen straight out; How about showing us your big tits? The room went quiet, wondering what Karen would do in response. To my surprise she simply stood up, unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped the front catch on her bra and let her boobs swing free for all to see.
What was most impressive to me was how a set of tits as big as Karen's hardly dropped when set free from their bra...Then again she was only 23 and had no kids, until someone called out that we didn't want to see fake tits...get the silicone girl to cover up and get Nereid to show us her knockers.
Now Nereid was customer services supervisor, about 28 and had a nice curvy build, unlike the skinny Karen. Nereid was already in the social room, trying to hide behind a couple of girls, but as I was to find out it was only mock shame.... Her shame lasted only seconds, before we knew it she's up on a table and gyrating away like a pro, the guys all shouting for her to take it off, take it off!!!
She got her top and bra off, tits nicely swinging free, but while unzipping her skirt the branch manager stormed in and broke up the party...Ooooppss!! Funny thing was, a couple of Friday nights later when I went up to see Karen for the issue of some more uniform gear, I saw her getting nailed on her desk by one of the sales reps.
As I approached the glass door to her office I saw a guys arse, pants around his ankles and Karen with her legs wrapped around his back, holding on for dear life as she got her cunt stuffed.... she looked right at me, smiled, then waved me off...as if to say; Come back later, I'm busy now. Must have been on account of me just standing and looking for too long?
The following Friday was a quieter evening but in many ways much more "productive" for me. There was a lot of discussion amongst the guys about who had the best set of tits, all that sort of useless talk. I was asked by a couple of girls what I thought, my response was an honest one in that I preferred a shapely pair of legs instead of a pair of bowling balls on a woman's chest.
That took the discussion in the room in a different direction, but from then on I was referred to as the legman by a few of the crew.
A few Friday sessions later the discussion again turned to legs, tits and sex appeal....funny how alcohol and talk of sex goes hand in hand for some folks?? It was inevitable I guess, but I got asked the question what I thought made a woman sexually appealing.... Didn't have to think too hard about that, to me it's about her self-confidence, being comfortable in her body, not trying to be someone she's not and feeling free enough to go after what she wants. That drew a few admiring glances from the women in the room, seemed like I was the only one who didn't mention physical characteristics in summing up sex appeal. I thought that I was onto something here, just needed to take my time and not rush this process....
So the Friday evening sessions often turned into group discussions on various subjects, not always sexual, but often ending up on the topic of sex.
It just had to happen one way or another; one night we were again into a full-on discussion and the question I got asked was the one about older women. Thinking carefully I answered that I thought an older woman made an ideal lover for a younger, less experienced man, but only if she was confident and willing to be a teacher. Well, did that bring silence to the room! The guys were looking puzzled and as for the women...well, I noticed the look in the eyes of Margaret, who was our customer services manager, as one of sheer desire.
Later in the evening Margaret ended up standing beside me, brought up the older woman question with me and asked me if I had ever been with an older woman. Since Sally had been older than me I could answer semi-honestly in the affirmative... Margaret then leaned forward a little and asked me if I minded giving her a lift home later on. Yep, was all I said and since it was my turn at the pool table I got back to the game.
Now let me describe Margaret.... she'd have been early forties at the time, tall, trim and long legged. Her black hair fell halfway down her back, and being a mixture of Maori / Portuguese she had a permanent tan. To me she was a good-looking woman who rarely showed off her physique by means of revealing or tight fitting clothing.
A little later in the evening Maggie tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was ready to go, as I turned I noticed she'd changed from her usual pant suit into a knee length skirt and sleeveless blouse, her 3" heels now putting her eyes level with mine. As we walked to my van I couldn't help but put my arm to her waist, she put her hand a little lower, getting a handful of bum and giving it a gentle squeeze.
In the van she sat in the middle seat, right up against me and asked if the thing about an older woman teaching a younger man was something I was still waiting for, and if so could she be my teacher? Yes please, I said, with my best innocent smile....
