The next couple of Saturdays were glorious. The shop was usually very quiet until about 10, and there was a lull after lunch too so I got my cock sucked a couple of times in the morning and again later. For my morning gobble Doreen was usually still in her dressing gown which she took off for the duration, so I was allowed to jizz all over her face and tits before she went back upstairs in just her knickers for a shower....

The shop was annoyingly busy for the next couple of hours and it was a while before Doreen returned with the next brew. When she did she slipped straight in alongside me on the bench and, whilst not exactly snuggling up, didn't seem to mind that her leg was brushing mine. She seemed to have perked up, she was noticeably chirpier than usual, and there was something else in her appearance that I couldn't put my finger on. W...

The next Saturday I arrived feeling slightly more nervous than usual. Doreen had been apologetic rather than upset over accidentally flashing me but I wasnt sure how the incident would be approached today, if at all. I certainly wasn't going to mention it unless she did. All was tranquility. Graham had a brief chat in his way out, and I could here Doreen clattering pots about in the back. There was none of the tension of...

Doreen was the first. I was 18, she was 44. She was also married to my boss. I was your standard 80s teen nerd. Never had sex, never had a proper girlfriend, the furthest I'd got was Helen Foster letting me and my mate Trev take turns to feel her tits walking back from a party I had a Saturday job in a shop selling radio spares and accessories _ pokey little place in what had once been the front room of a terraced house o...