I've been asked to tell about my early activities , before I met Arthur,

On leaving school, I like many others worked in a hosiery factory, My mum worked there also, it was virtually all women, the only men were mechanics. The women were coarse and if the chance arose, would grab one of the guys and abuse him, Young lads didn't stand a chance, and had to be escorted through the workroom.

I was shy, the only sexual experience I had, was in the bushes, getting my tits out for an older teenager to suck on and play with.

I have always been well endowed in the breast department, and later i would use them to snare my husband.

I wasn't happy in the workroom, so when a post was available in the offices, I jumped at the chance.

The office manager was a woman in her 50s, she gave me an appropriate dress code, so most days I would wear a light cotton blouse, A Line pleated skirt, knee length tights and court shoes with a 2inch heel.

The office closed at 4:30, so I could leave before the workroom and get the bus home.

The bus was a double decker, with an open platform, inside, were two bench seats which four people could squeeze on each, all other seats were forward facing.

I would stand up, holding the rail, near to the benches, after a few days, I would recognise the same faces, often in the same seats each day, behind me was an older Asian man probably 50-60ish, he smiled at me and I returned the smile.

We had had a large influx from Uganda and India, most were settling in fine, but some people were really anti, my mother for one, But I had grown up knowing quite a few of a similar age to me.

On the fourth day, the bus was lurching, more than usual, and I felt something brush my calf.

I looked down, nothing, looked behind and the old gentleman smiled.

the bus lurched again, this time something brushed lightly from my calf to my knee, I turned swiftly to see the gentleman was picking up a pen, well he showed a pen and apologised.

A few more stops, then he got off, but not before whispering, see you tomorrow, giving a wink

What was surprising me, was the experience was not unpleasant.

Getting on the bus the next day, I stood in the usual place, smiling at the old man, sure enough, bus lurched, a hand was just abaove my knee, I looked at him, and he smiled, before running his hand onto the inside of my thigh, but ta

hat was as far as he went, gently stroking my thigh, stopping just short of my crotch.

This was Friday, as he got off, he said I'll see you next week.

I have to confess to running home, straight to my room and playing frantically with myself, for some time.

I should not enjoy this, he was old enough to be my father and yet I couldn't wait for Monday.

Monday I was disappointed, someone else had stood in my place, Tuesday however I was back, almost before we started, he was up my skirt, firmer now on my thighs, and running a finger into my crotch, he kept pressing and pulling until I felt my tights rip, at the same moment cool air hit my fanny, he wasted no time, I pushed back to ease his access, my knickers went to one side as his fingers went in my virgin hole.

He fingered me regularly for a couple of months, then I was made redundant and went to work in a local shop.

From there I met and married Arthur, but missed my dirty old man.