'Are you sure you should be pouring so much cream Alfred? Your heart isn't what it was,' croned Margaret.
The elderly couple, grey and frail, sat at a table just out of the reach of the morning sun, afraid that it might burn their papery, wrinkly skin.
'No point in living if I can't have a treat every now and then. This cream smells delicious, like it's fresh off the farm!'
'I suppose that's true. But that's quite enough now. You'll barely taste the tea if you pour anymore.'
Alfred reluctantly set down the jug of thick cream. It was an astonishing amount to give the customer he thought, and wondered if the busty, attractive young woman who'd served them had any business sense at all. Not likely given they were the only customers present. A shame, because the environment was so welcoming and the tea was, well, he couldn't actually taste it, but the cream was certainly divine.
Evidently Margaret thought so too, because she added extra after her first sip, pouring to the brim of her cup.
'It is delicious cream,' said Margaret. 'I'll have to ask the young lady where she gets it from.'
Alfred took a big gulp of his tea. He heard the cafe owner giggling and wondered what could be so funny, but when he looked at her his thoughts were replaced with sexual fantasies of sucking on the enormous tits barely contained in the skimpy top. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such sexual desire. His cock stirred, and for a brief moment he mistook the sensation for an urge to pee.
He stood up, noticed the tent in his trousers, and immediately sat down again.
'What's the matter Alfred?'
'Nothing,' he said. 'Just a stiff leg.'
He grabbed the cream jug and refilled his cup to the brim, and did the same for Margaret who'd finished her cup. She smiled, and it seemed to him that her face was full of colour and her eyes were sharper and brighter, the iris once more a radiant blue. They lifted their cups, and threw it down their throats as though drinking an espresso.
Alfred filled their cups again.
'If your heart can take all this, perhaps there's something else it can take too,' said Margaret. She lifted her cup and her eyes sizzled over the brim. In three large gulps it was empty. She made a show of licking her lips as she set the cup down.
Alfred felt as though his cock would burst. It was as if 20 years had been taken off of them, and double that where it really counted. If his cock wasn't so visibly straining for everyone to see he'd have taken her home there and then.