From my wife:
In the early 80s, when she was 21 and fresh out of college, she got a job working at a nuclear power plant construction site in the midwest. The company brought in their own nuclear engineers but hired local help for everything else. The pay was so good it was a huge economic boon to the entire surrounding area and my wife made so much money there during the several year build that it set her up for a higher standard of living for at least the next 20 years. The work schedule was pretty brutal, though. 12 hours a day, six days a week. She and about ten fellow worker/friends bought a rattle-trap utility van and carpooled to work, 25 miles away almost every day. Once you were checked in on-site you couldn't leave, so you better have taken food with you. No going out to lunch.
There was quite a bit of illicit screwing going on between the guys building the containment building and the office girls, with most everybody being married. My wife was totally oblivious to it, being quite young and still pretty innocent. Well, she'd fucked a college boyfriend a few times, but still. There were several hundred people working on the site, and one Saturday she needed to get there very early so she drove herself. She opened up the door to her office-trailer and there, sitting on an office chair was one of the engineers with one of the older office women bouncing up and down on his lap. They were both naked from the waist down and she got a good enough look to see the thick rib going up the bottom of his fat cock disappear into the office babe three or four times.
They both turned to look at her but the gal kept right on bouncing up and down. Didn't even break her rhythm. My wife about-faced and slammed the door behind her and went somewhere else for 15 minutes. A few days later the office matron sat my wife down and explained the facts of life to her, after which she kind of got clued in to the fact there were work-site romances going on all around her if she just looked for it a little.
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