I’m in my sixties. A respectable married woman with children and grandchildren. A wonderful family who have no idea about the secret that I have kept for over forty years.
My first job was as the “office girl” in a local garage. This entailed basic typing of invoices, keeping the calendar up to date and making lots of tea and coffees. Back then garage workshops were very much a man’s place and this was the age of page 3 girls and worse with a lot of naked pictures and calendars around the place.
As the lone female on the staff I was shown a lot of “interest” and I did “give out” sometimes. It was the way of the world.
There was a magazine at the time called Readers Wives where men would send pictures of their wives to be published. This was a long time before the internet. Despite not being anyone’s wife at the time I was persuaded by a couple of the workshop mechanics to pose for a few saucy pictures to send in. This wasn’t porn as such, anything more than nudity wouldn’t be published.
Despite not posing for sex pictures, I did have sex with both of the men involved on the back seat of a customers car before the pictures were taken. I suppose I was in the mood for some excitement. After this we took various photos of me around the workshop posing with various items. Back then you had to get the film developed, so another reason not to do anything too raunchy. Even so I was quite nervous when the film was sent off, but thankfully the photos arrived back with no issues and they were sent into the magazine.
Now, I don’t know if it was because I was a bit younger than the usual “wives” and also that I was in a workplace setting, but my photos ended up being featured quite prominently in a future edition. They ran one picture of me across a double page spread. I was sat on the customers car bonnet, legs wide apart showing my everything, while I pretended to squirt oil on my fanny from an oil can dispenser.
Because I had sex shortly before these pictures were taken, I was, shall we say, a little open and lubricated, and my fanny was quite red in the big double page spread. In the following issue there were letters praising my photo set, but also pointing out that I had clearly been “having it off” during the photo shoot. The magazine printed these letters as well as commenting on my available delights. I’m sure garages up and down the country received more business because of it.
I have to say I was quite embarrassed by it all. It never occurred to me when I was being photographed. I just followed instructions from the two eager mechanics. Those photos were put up in the workshop and remained there for many years. I left work when I eventually got married and forbid my husband from using that garage.
I do wonder how many issues of that magazine still exist. But remain thankful that no-one in my family has a copy!
