The Dairy Maid, Maree, whom supplied me with such wonderful milk and then milked me in return, had not visited since her display late that evening. In my café, she had showed her desire to satisfy and be satisfied. Not even the dairy maid's mother, Ann had come to see me. I believed they were lost forever. Then one drizzly summer afternoon a couple of women came in with a bundle of designer shopping bags. The older probably in her late fifties, I recognized as Ann, the mother of my dairy maid, Maree. She was dressed impeccably with shoulder length hair, probably coloured. The other lady had close similarities to Maree, probably a sister.
Ann smiled at me and ordered coffee and after a brief conservation, I had found that Maree had to go overseas with her husband for a short while. Mare's mother introduced her other daughter Judy.
Ann had chosen to wear a summer frock with thin straps that showed off her shoulders and pulled tightly across her breasts. The neckline was discreet and one would have considered decent for a woman of her age, but still managed to show her cleavage. She never tried to hide her body from my view. Then if she did not wish to be admired she would not have worn the dress. Mare's sister on the other hand had on a tight tee shirt with breasts pushing nipples to their extreme so that they were visible protrusions in the damp tee shirt material. She wore her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and highlighted her face with thick dark rimmed glasses. They both chatted but as I glanced in their direction, I could see Ann's eyes watching me as I busied myself around the café. When I made eye contact, she dropped her eyes or glanced back to her daughter.
As they finished the Ann lifted herself slowly from her chair and approached the counter to pay. Attempting small talk, she asked what hours we were open, as she would like to bring some friends in on the way to a theatre production one evening. I explained that we did not normally open late but we might be willing to make an exception for special bookings. She leaned over the counter a little more so that she could display a little more of her cleavage.
"Young man, my friends and I will make it worth your while to remain open a little longer, so please consider it."
A smile brightened her face as I looked into her eyes.
"We allow for special bookings. When would you like to arrange it?" I replied
"I'll let you know when I have finalized the group."
She smiled again, looking me straight in the eyes and moving her body slightly so that her breasts moved.
With that, she turned and walked back to her daughter, I watched with appreciation the sway of her arse beneath the floral dress as they walked off together. Just before fading into the distance, she turned and looked back with a little wave of her hand.
Several days later, the Ann came and sat in the same chair with another woman of about the same age but both very smartly dressed. This time the Ann wore a long tartan skirt and white blouse unbuttoned down three buttons. As I stood above her to take their order, I could see deep within the blouse to the lacy pale bra cupping the white breasts that she was teasing me. She caught my eye with a knowing smile and sensual smile said
"What a beautiful view outside today."
Glancing up slightly and then back down to the Ann's eyes and past to the view she was referring to, I replied smiling back,
"The mountain views are clear today though the tips are covered. That covering gives them their own mystic beauty."
Ann's friend was dressed all in black; slinky and showing her slim figure. The combination contrasted nicely with her the bright blonde dye of her hair. She frowned slightly looking at the hills in the distance obviously not understanding the dialogue. Anne blushed but did not change her position. Instead, she moved a little forward so that I could not help but notice the fullness of her pale breasts.
Ordering their Latte, they continued to chat as I left them to their own devices. Both would look my way during part of their chatting with giggles, just like little schoolgirls. I thought sometimes woman never grow up when they are out in groups.
When I approached Ann and her friend, they asked me to sit so we could discuss an evening to stay open longer. They were planning to go to the theatre on Friday the 13th, the day before Valentine's Day.
Ann leaned towards me and introduced her friend as Jane. Whilst sitting with them, Jane placed her hand upon mine. They both seemed to be bribing me with their sexuality. I agreed to stay open until 7:30, the time the show was to start, as they planned only to have a coffee before the show.
The evening of the 13th
The evening was cool as my normal customers had left and I had turned a few lights on to indicate I was still open. The first to arrive were the two women, Ann and Jane whom had asked me to keep open the café for them tonight. They were both dressed in evening dresses, shawls over their shoulders and long dresses underneath. They came in and thanked me for staying open, ordered a light snack, chatted away to me whilst I prepared the food.
Slowly another six women came in, mostly in pairs, all dressed in a similar way. After a busy hour of gaggle and chat, they all decided it was time to move on to their show. The Ann came up to me to pay for the lot, now her shawl off and displaying a low cut slinky body-hugging dress. Ann's globes bulging on both sides of a halter neck dress attached with a thin strap behind her neck. A sliver chain like a dog collar and a large single pearl hang from her neck and hung over the material that covered her cleavage line but it still swayed between her two globes.
Ann's globes that appeared too good for a woman off her age perhaps a boob job, she appeared the type that had to keep up appearances
I would have thought she had no bra on; there was no sign of bra straps as her globe swellings was quite distinct at the sides of her halter, which was tight across her chest and indented into the chasm between her globes. Ann did look stunning and inviting. I would have liked to bend over to stroke the bare flesh down the side of them and feel her soft skin. As she was handing me some cash, lingering her hand in mine and told me to keep the tip for service now and in the future. Whilst still touching my hand then she smiled and asked that I should come to their post theatre party and do the coffee for them, again her fingertips deliberately touching mine as she dragged herself away.
As Ann walked off with a sway of her arse she looked back and smiled over her shoulder twisting a little to display a bulging globe.
The Jane also come up in a black body hugging dress with a deep plunging neckline thanking me for the service, the excellent food and coffee, she was just there to tease I reckon, as her cleavage was well on display and she knew it.
She was insisting that I come to the party later and be of service, said they would pick me up later if I wished.
