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. We chatted about nothing in particular then out of the blue she said "So would you like a proper look ?".

"Pardon?"

She stood up and went towards the hallway and motioned me to follow. I followed. She went through, stood at the bottom of the stairs and unzipped the cardigan. That's what was different, no t-shirt.

No bra either. She stood in front of me bare breasted and holding the cardigan open. I almost looked away out of politeness before my brain processed that I was being invited to look so it was probably ok to look.

"They're beautiful" I eventually said. "You're beautiful".

They were. Not so big, but pale and smooth. Perky too, the small pink nipples sitting firm and erect - from arousal or cold I had no idea.

"Not bad for an old bird eh ?"

"I don't know what to say". I hadn't looked up for several seconds.

"Don't say anything, just enjoy."

I enjoyed. I enjoyed a lot.

"You can have a feel if you like".

I looked around, I don't know why. Maybe I thought I was dreaming, maybe I thought it was a trap and Graham and his 17 brothers were about to leap out and stab me to death. I raised my hands but hesitated, still captivated by Doreen's tits gently rising and falling as she breathed.

"It's ok' she said, took both my hands and placed them firmly one on each tit.

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I was astonished at the warmth and softness, the beautiful smoothness of her skin and the way each touch seemed to invite more touching. I helped myself for a few minutes gently massaging and stroking, feeling the hard little nipples under the palms of my hands and under my finger tips.

"Would you like to suck them ?"

I must have been doing the gasping fish thing again because she giggled, sat down on the second or third step up and motioned me to kneel in front. I knelt and she propped herself up on her elbows and settled back slightly, cardigan wide open. I nervously leaned forwards, placed my lips on her left nipple and kissed gently. Then sucked. Then sucked harder whilst trying to simultaneously brush my cheek against her right tit. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head into her cleavage.

I was in absolute heaven. I kissed, sucked, nuzzled, squeezed, first one then the other

I felt both tits while I kissed the top of her cleavage, her head was back again inviting me to kiss her neck so I did. Then back to her tits...

"How's the stiffy coming on ?'".

'Magnificently' would have been an accurate answer but I just looked down to where my cock was trying to force it's way past my belt and out the top. "Er..."

"Go and latch the door. Leave the 'Open' sign though."

I did as I was told hoping to hell that no-one came in while I was half way there. I must have hit every shelf and stick of furniture on the way there and back. When I returned she had taken the cardigan off and was sitting topless on the step.

"Stand here". I stood. She knelt in front of me and unbuckled my jeans - my heart was racing and I was actually shaking. "If you want me to stop just say, I won't do anything you don't want." I nodded and she unbuttoned then unzipped the fly, then pulled my jeans down. I was horrified to see a patch of pre-cum soaking through my Y-fronts but she ignored it as she pulled them down.

"Fucking hell pet !"

I was about to ask what was wrong but my cock was already in her mouth and I felt my knees buckle as her tongue ran along the bottom of the shaft and the head pushed against the roof of her mouth and then the back of her throat. She looked up at me, her head slowly moving backwards and forwards along my cock.

All sorts of stupid shit goes through your head at important moments, and all I could think of was that my cock was in a real live woman, with real live tits, which I could actually see, and that I wanted this moment to last forever and ever. Also, whoever had picked the stair carpet must have been off their tits at the time. Doreen banished that thought by gagging slightly as she took my full length, and I rested my hands gently on my head and ran my fingers through her hair as she continued to do the most amazingly astonishing things to my knob. And I could still see her tits !! I wanted this moment to never end - if Graham really had had 17 brothers and they'd all charged down the stairs waving axes right then, I wouldn't have cared.

It didn't last of course. I hadn't thought where I was going to cum - there was usually a hanky involved by this stage - and the only options appeared to be on her face or tits, or all over the stairs. Neither. She took my cock deep into her throat then almost all the way back out as she ran her tongue around the tip. I came in her mouth and she instinctively moved slightly forward and took it all in and swallowed. I realised that her hands had been on my arse the whole time which just felt even more erotic. I had to literally hold onto the walls to stop falling over as she licked me clean, and finally wiped the last bit of cum from her lips and looked up.

"How was that then ?"

"A..a..amazing" I croaked. She giggled.

"Good."

"I wanted that to last forever."

"Well I can do that as often as you like pet. As long as Graham isn't in".

"Yes please". I was praying feverishly that I wouldn't wake up and find it was my libido playing some ghastly trick on me and I'd just jizzed all over the duvet.

"I've been wanting to do that since last Saturday pet".

There was a rattle from the shop door. "Shit ! Customer!" I glanced down, my cock was still standing like a fucking telegraph pole and there was no way I could have shoved it back in to answer the door without it looking like I'd just been interrupted knocking one out in the kitchen.

"Relax pet, I'll get it". The cardigan was back on and zipped up to the neck, and she trotted across the shop to unlock the door with her arms folded across to hide the lack of bra.

"Hello pet, sorry, I was out the back. What can I get you ?"