Reading the excellent account of the motor-parts delivery driver,my husband urged me to share my story with you. It is true and I will spell check and will try not to get caught out with inconsistencies, but to be honest it takes a lot of effort to write these thing, so please be constructive not downright cruel with your comments. Sorry but there has to be some background information for this to make sense. I came from a poor family, brought up by my mum, on benefits. I was quite bright at school, but did not go to university. I started working in an office when I was 16, had my first boyfriend at 16, and my first bra. I was enjoying work, enjoying life and had a met a nice boy who was at college by the time I was 18. I think he knew as little about sex as I, cut a long part of the story short. By the age of 20, I am married with a child, living in an old cottage just outside Bristol. As pretty as it was, it was cold needed reroofing, central heating etc., but we always kept ourselves warm in bed. After a few years, about the time of Live Aid. We were still freezing our bits off, not enough money between us to donate to Bob Geldoff. I thought this was a good as time as any, and I brought up the subject of me working. Neil surprisingly thought it was a good idea. I thought about office work as I knew how to Our child was at school now, and I thought I needed a part-time job. My husband was all for it and said I need one on a bus route, because we only had one car. I looked in vain for part-time office work that paid enough to cover busfares etc. It was hopeless, and then Neil suggested, that I go for a van delivery job, He said I would probably take a van home with me, and a friend of hisin the Garage Trade said they usually work around the kid’s school hours. So I changed direction, and had an interview arranged in a surprisingly short time. My mother said you can never underdress for an interview? so I wore two-piece tweedy suit, nice plain blouse, and flat court shoes. I am slim 5’8”some people say I look like Delia Smith. I must have been in there for about 10 minutes, and got nowhere, I had to phone them to hear it as well. Husband was miffed, said they were stupid and asked what I wore. His face said it all. He added that his mate said they only took on girls who showed off their legs and tits. A week later, I am still nowhere got an interview for a barmaid and they pay for a taxi home. I had the sense to ask the landlady( not my mum) as to how I should dress. “How you see em on the telly love, give em an eyeful. They love it, and so does my old man come to that” I got the bus, read the Evening Post on the way down, the buggers in the Motor Components place were still advertising. Their loss, I told myself. When I got to the area, and found the street. It was off the street that the Parts company were on. I do not know where I found the courage, but walked over to the phone box, called them up on it was about 5.30, and said “Hello is that John, my friend said you are looking for a van driver, yes love when can you pop in? Well I am about to go for an interview in the Arms as a barmaid, but would rather try driving. “Tell you what love, pop in here first and let’s have a look at you, the doors locked so rattle the shutter. What’s your name? Angie, I said. In a few minutes I had. Put grips and slides in my hair, more perfume & lipstick on, undone another button of my lacy blouse and rather brazenly rolled up my skirt, to make it shorter so he could see tits and leg. I had long black leather high-heel boots. I covered, it all with a beige mac. I was around 25, good shape a size 10 but due to my upbringing and lack of cash, not at all flamboyant, then, just “Little Miss practical. Today I was different; I had Neil’s favourite tart clothes on. I left the newspaper in the phone-box, walked over to the front door rattled the shutter in a few seconds he was there. He never recognised me, and I never realised how good looking he was. “Right love let’s take you through to my office” Ok, last time it was the smelly tea room, full of pin-ups of Sam Fox and the like. He showed me to a comfy seat offered me a drink; I declined, and started to undo my mac. Then it happened, the look of lust in his eyes. I have never felt so desired in all my life, as I did that day. Our sexlife was good, but Neil never looked at me that way, John was rubbing his hands saying, “yes yes, I am sure we can fit you in some, where, we’ve got three sites you know” He asked me for my driving licence “Had this lovely girl, right corker, everyone loved, driving around on a bloody provisional” As I bent into my bag, I made sure he got an eyeful of my tits, only 34bc but more than a handful. “Can you sell darling? Have you got what it takes, can I take you on as Van Sales , if you dress like that you will have them eating out of your hands” Come with me, he took me through to a stock room that was full of Antifreeze, I want all that gone. Now can you sell that for me “ “Sex, Darling” Sorry? “Sex, Sex sells.” I cannot believe this was happening, but I was getting wet, this has not happened for ages. Yes I can sell I said, I want this job, do I get a van? He laughed, ok this is what we will do, I will give you start, week Monday, van, co, but you’ve got to be nice to me. “Thought I didn’t recognise you did you? Well I didn’t until I saw your driving licence recognise the address more than anything. Your hubby is a mate of one of my muckers. Said you were in for an interview, I said I don’t remember her, very plain he said prim and proper she probably don’t let Neil look” So you showing your tits off, rolling up your fucking skirt” Oh fuck, immediately tried to pull my blouse down past my skirt. Don’t worry love, the jobs your if you want it, but if you want to have some fun, I will make life very pleasant for you and he was rubbing his cock through his pinstripe trousers. I have never ever felt like this before. I asked him if he had a durex. “Fucking hell, you dirty bitch was only expecting a wank now and then, anyway no need. I have had the snip.” I was glad Neil had not told his mates about our sex life but in bed we were quite explorative, had done everything except anal. So I was on my knees and unzipping him in second, I was porning like the girls in his Cinefilms John was loving it, I was wanking his foreskin back and forth with my lips, I pulled his yfronts down and cupped his heavy balls. “Woah darling, I’m gonna shoot my load soon”, Can you cum again because I’ll need fucking? To be honest I only cum after I’m being fucked hard for about ten minutes or so. He said he’d definitely fuck me , and continued to fuck my mouth and in seconds he tensed his body and it came gush after gush, nowadays I would open my mouth and show what I’m swallowing roll it around my tongue run it around my lips. so then he sat back on his office chair cock standing proud, I started to take my boots, fuck off leave them on, and I rode him, and something happened that I never thought would happen as I was sat on his cock, quite fat cock only average 6 inches I came in fucking seconds, Neil used to shoot in me instantly, so I used to suck him and he fuck me after he’s came and id eventually cum after that. The thing that happened that I never expected, I kissed John it was beautiful, tender and we still kiss now as he is my husband. I left Neil, but John did pay for the roof, central heating and a new kitchen. I still fuck Neil from time to time, and owe it to him for telling me the truth as to why I was not getting interviews in what was then a man’s world I went on to sell loads for John, convinced him to move into the Commercial Vehicle Parts business, opened more braches once we won a contract from a very wealthy man who was playing golf at Celtic Manor Hotel. How I got that well I was pimped by John, he told john you know what it takes if she’s as good as you says I will start putting work your way, I arrived at his bedroom door at about 9pm. Your late he snapped one day late? Do you want to hear more, more sex this time and less circumstantial.