When I was in high school, sometime around my sophomore and junior years, I worked for a law firm as a filing clerk. I was getting paid well for a high school student. $12/hr was a handsome pay for a student back then and the work, although tedious, was fairly simple. The work was mountainous. Everyday there were at least 50 pages of paper that was dumped on my desk. Finding out where each paper went and putting them in chronological order was the only thing that was difficult. I worked for two hours after school each day and during those short hours, I learned a lot about the law and women.
The most memorable story I have from working there was about women’s “special underwear” or thongs for short. The law firm had a receptionist. Her name was Linda. Linda was a MILF. She was in her late 40s, but man did she have a body. Linda’s thong was always popping out of her pants wherever she walked. It was as if a ghost was slowly pulling down her pants throughout the day, or maybe she was consistently looking weight. Regardless, Linda looked good for her age.
Every lawyer working at the law firm had their own personal secretary. One of the secretary’s names was Margaret. Margaret was in her mid to late 50s, or maybe she was much younger. I could not tell her age. She had a few strands of gray hair and she looked like life threw her a couple of blows. She had hair like Mick Jagger from the Rolling Stones but it was much bushier. She was overweight, wore glasses, and she wore pasty lipstick. I do not know what it is with older women and pasty lipstick. That shit makes me throw up.
So the story starts off with Margaret noticing that Linda is fond of wearing thongs. My office is in the copy room, and it is 2 feet away from Linda. My door is always open and I can chat with Linda just by looking to my left and starting up a conversation.
Please keep this in mind as you read my story. Growing up, I was a very naïve kid. Even after Sisqo made that famous “Thong Song” song, and even after watching the video, to that day I had no idea what a thong was. I always thought thongs were some type of slippers. I have no idea why I thought that they were slippers. Everyday Linda’s thong somehow slipped out of the confines of her pants I thought that there was something wrong with her underwear and that she did not know that something was wrong. Did I ever tell her so? No. Her underwear left me aroused for reasons that I could not describe at that time. So here’s the story. Feel free to laugh at my naivety and the destruction of my innocence.
“Hey Linda,” said Margaret.
“Hey Margaret! What’s up?” said Linda.
“Nothing much. Just preparing this subpoena to be sent out for Alan, but that’s not the reason why I stopped by,” said Margaret.
“Why? What’s up?” said Linda.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. You wear those underwear and I was wondering what they feel like. Are they comfortable? Why do you wear them?” said Margaret.
“Oh! You mean thongs? They are amazing! You’ve never tried any?” said Linda.
“No, but I have been meaning to try some to show off to my husband. I’ve been browsing through a Victoria’s Secret catalog, and I don’t know which one to pick or how to go about choosing one.” said Margaret.
“Thongs are amazing Margaret! They are empowering! It feels like you have power between your legs. It is like how a man feels when he is riding a motorcycle. All that power beneath their junk makes them feel like something else. A thong is similar and less expensive. You’ll feel freer too, and you won’t have to worry about your panty line showing either. They might feel weird at first but you’ll love them. I wear them almost every day. They show off your butt,” said Linda.
“Is that so? Listen, would you mind helping me pick out one sometime after work or sometime later on this week?” said Margaret.
“No problem. I would love to. Just let me know when you want to go and I’ll take you to a few lingerie shops that I know,” said Linda.
End of story. I was more amazed at how nonchalantly they were speaking about the subject, and equally as mortified. Working there I learned a lot about women…not in the positive sense though. I learned about tramp stamps, whether size matters, that women are conscientious about their panty lines, what semen tastes like…ewww, and a lot of other stuff. Those stories are better left to be told at a later time, or never at all.
Hope you enjoyed!
Hey everyone!
Welcome to "The Adventures of a Solar Decimal." My name is KC, but you can call me Solar Decimal. I chose “Solar Decimal” because it sounds cool, it does not make any sense, and because I thought it was the name of a break dancing move. Anyway, I digress, and now I shall tell you why I made this blog.
Some of my friends tell me that my stories are funny. So I decided to share them with the rest of the world. This blog is here to take you away and make you appreciate what is left to be uncovered in life, and to open your eyes to real world issues while making you laugh.
If you enjoy them, then I am happy. If you did not enjoy them at least you have left more the wiser.
I do not like telling everyone what I am about all at once, so keep reading and you will understand…hopefully.
May this life bring you lots of joy,
Solar
Welcome to "The Adventures of a Solar Decimal." My name is KC, but you can call me Solar Decimal. I chose “Solar Decimal” because it sounds cool, it does not make any sense, and because I thought it was the name of a break dancing move. Anyway, I digress, and now I shall tell you why I made this blog.
Some of my friends tell me that my stories are funny. So I decided to share them with the rest of the world. This blog is here to take you away and make you appreciate what is left to be uncovered in life, and to open your eyes to real world issues while making you laugh.
If you enjoy them, then I am happy. If you did not enjoy them at least you have left more the wiser.
I do not like telling everyone what I am about all at once, so keep reading and you will understand…hopefully.
May this life bring you lots of joy,
Solar
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