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I will be wearing a white hat part 2

When the day finally arrived Jackie decided to check out the place a little earlier than the allotted time. She figured that it was safe to check out all the entrances and exits; although when she stopped to think about it a little further she soon realised the ridiculousness of it all. The coffee shop was small and very crowded, and a person would struggle to pass wind in there without someone else noticing.
She’d dressed to impress and put on her very best summer outfit. It was a dress, shoes and bag she’d bought from the department store in the precinct the day before. Jackie was determined to get laid, whether the guy she was meeting was appropriate or not. She was busting for a fuck. It had been around six months since the last time, and the last time was so terrible it was difficult to forget how long ago it actually was. She needed to purge herself.
After looking around a little she decided to go in early and get a coffee. The way she saw it was that she could find a seat and get herself into a nice flirtatious position ready for her white hatted blind date; perhaps flash some leg and plunge her cleavage a little. When she walked into the place she got one hell of a shock.
He was already there. Must have thought the same, she reasoned. Although his position wasn’t exactly provocative. He was a milkman. And there he was leaning over the table with his white milkman’s hat on filling out a sheet of paper; no doubt his deliveries or something. He could have made an effort, she thought. Fancy just timing your date after you finish work for the morning? She approached him and took a seat without him hardly noticing her. “Hello,” she said in a bright voice, “I’m Jackie.”
“Morning!” Said the milkman in a bright cheery voice, “and how are you today?” He asked. Jackie thought he must have been in work mode still because of the way he asked this question.
“Erm…,” she stuttered, “I’m fine thanks, and you?”
“Very well indeed. What did you say your name was, Jackie? I’m Phil.”
Jackie looked him up and down and imagined his physique under that white jacket and shirt. She could barely control her urges. This milkman was really fit looking for an old guy, she thought. She was only twenty seven, and this fella must have been at least fifty judging by his weathered face, laugh lines and the distinguished grey wings down the side of his head that his hat failed to conceal.
“I must say that when you said you’d be wearing a white hat, I didn’t expect this,” laughed Jackie, feeling wet in the knickers. The air was close and she was picking up some kind of scent from this man; a scent that was driving her wild.
“Pardon?” Asked Phil, leaning in towards her.
In her lightened head Jackie took this body movement as a signal and leaned in too. She puckered up her lips and kissed Phil straight on the mouth. He did not pull away.
“Let’s go to the lavatory,” she suggested out of the blue. Jackie was feeling really horny. All she could think about was getting this milkman’s cock out and inside her as quickly as possible; she didn’t even want to wait to find out if he was a nice guy or not. She stood and took Phil’s hand. She turned to watch his bewildered face follow her towards the back of the coffee shop.
“But what about my stuff?” He said rather pathetically. Jackie ignored him and continued to pull him along.
When they got into the toilet Jackie pushed him into a cubicle and forced herself in behind him. To begin with Phil started to push his way out and then he just gave way, sighed and sat down on the toilet. She looked at him hungrily. She pushed herself against his face and rubbed her half naked tits around his mouth. Within seconds his huge, strong hands were all over them. The only sounds were clothes rubbing and heavy breathing. His hands felt amazing on her boobs. She almost swooned to his touch. “Get them out!” She commanded.
He reached inside her dress and pulled out her tits. He was an expert. He squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and fed them into his mouth delicately. His other arm hoisted her onto his lap, and then he grabbed hold of her pert little ass with his hand. He felt so good; Jackie’s pussy was dripping wet. She wobbled her tits in Phil’s face and then stepped off him and back against the door.