It was the middle 1950's and my mother was a single lady employed at a large local bank as an escrow agent. Dress standards were very proper and businesslike in those days. Women were required to wear dresses below their knees or tight fitting business suit skirts.
I suppose it was her own private way to secretly rebel against the dress code, but my mother always liked to wear beautiful, overly feminine, lingerie under her business dresses. She always had on full cut nylon and lace panties, with a satin and lace garter belt to hold up her nylon thigh high stockings. She had a decent bust size wearing a 36C satin and lace bra. A camisole with lots of lace and nylon was worn on top and a medium size petticoat was worn from the waist down to give fullness to her dress. Her dresses were very businesslike and no one knew she had such pretty lingerie on under them every day she was at work.
My entire life I always knew my mother as a single Mom, but I always suspected my biological father was a married man who worked in the same bank as she did. She never told me directly, but when I was 19 years old she filled me in on an incident that took place late one night in the bank that led to her becoming pregnant with me.
There was a very large transaction that involved my mother's escrow desk and one of the real estate bankers in the building. The paperwork was large and needed to be done perfectly. It was the days before copiers and computers so lots of paperwork needed to be typed by hand. The client wanted to close the transaction the next day and my mother worked her end of things late into the evening past the closing time of the bank. The real estate banker, who was a married man with three children, was also working late at the bank on the same transaction. The two of them were the only ones left in the building as they hurried to complete their work.
It was after midnight when they completed all the paperwork. Both of them had been there since the bank opened that morning and they were drained. The two of them stacked all of the documents needed for signing in the morning on the conference room table. It was a large conference room with a long sofa on one side wall. There was a hidden bar area that the man knew about and he opened the bar to pour him and my mother a drink.
It was never really clear to me that what happened next was consensual or not. My impression was things began to take place and my mother wanted to stop at the last minute, but things had gone too far for that to happen.
As she told me the story, the man and she were sitting on the sofa enjoying a drink and the man complimented her on her work staying late to get things done. She thanked him and said she always liked working with him. I can imagine the dialogue from there was like this;
"You've helped me a lot staying this late. I can't thank you enough." Said the man.
"It was my pleasure. I like to get things done correctly and on time." Said my Mom.
As she said this she crossed her legs and the lace of her petticoat became visible below the hem of her dress. This, of course, caught the eye of her co-worker as he said;
""You always dress so beautifully. I love the way you look and fill out your dresses."
