The young woman in the baggy sweatshirt

He had almost overlooked the raven haired woman. In fact, he was about to make a decision when he suddenly noticed that she had quite a large bust hidden under the baggy black sweatshirt. Full, round, and hard to hide - no matter how she'd try. It was possibly even the reason for her to wear the baggy shirt in the first place: a good reason to avoid attention for a while. Well... not for long. Markus had set his mind on her. He couldn't quite tell, but it looked like a large natural E-cup and it was in high need of further examination. The woman looked quite young, possibly even the youngest guest. He had an idea.

New rule: The youngest female grown-up guest has to assist in the cafe as member of the staff for an hour.

Markus put the book away and looked around what happened. It was as if the new rules were telepathically transmitted to anybody who was present. Like with old rules, it made everything change immediately. Mary checked her watch and looked around a little nervously, and so did the woman in the baggy sweatshirt. Something was about to happen, they knew it, and there it was: a friendly and tall manager came from the kitchen and started walking around the tables, looking at the few guests. He approached Mary, apologized for the inconvenience and asked her a question. He then told her to wait a moment. The manager then approached the woman in the black sweatshirt, apologized to her and asked her a question as well. The woman nodded and stood up, while the manager made a quick gesture to Mary. The woman in the black sweatshirt followed him. So far so good. She was the youngest guest at the establishment and she was being instructed to be part of the staff for a while. His plan started to take shape.

For at least 4 or 5 minutes nothing happened, but all the while the woman had left her bag unattended under the table. She came back as a member of the staff, completely bare-breasted and looking slightly insecure, holding a piece of cloth and damp sponge in her right hand, and her left hand clumsily trying to hide her huge jugs. Her waist size was small, the belly button looking perfectly innocent in combination with her assets. She was going to work topless, so were the rules for anybody who worked in this cafe.

"Excuse me, miss ...", Markus politely tried to get her attention. She looked up and smiled. Markus said: "I think you have left your bag under the table, I've kept an eye on it so don't worry". She thanked him politely and took the bag in her left hand to place it elsewhere, now giving Markus a full view of her huge, bare E-cup as she walked past. She was preoccupied with the bag. Markus definitely wasn't the only man who had caught a glimpse of what was unfolding. Wow. This wasn't just a handful, this was a headful, like little pillows you could fall asleep on. Natural symmetrical pillows, ornamenting a shy girl who had possibly not even reached the age of 20. She came back and started wiping one table after another as she was instructed, her bared boobs slightly dangling as she moved her hands back and forth with the damp sponge. Markus was hypnotized, mesmerized by the movement, as she went on and on, table after table, obediently doing as she was told. He didn't care that she looked tired and her hair was messy. All was good. The tits. Because of the tits. Even her messy black trousers didn't bother him. Her tits were just above the table she was cleaning. He patiently waited for the moment she would reach his table. There she was. He wanted to make eye contact, and nodded to her. After all, he was the friendly customer who had kept an eye on her bag, right? She gave him a faint smile, and then he watched her tits again. She started to bend over, they wobbled slightly over the table, she was preoccupied with her tasks. Markus made a bold move, he saw his empty cup on the other side of the table and reached out with his right hand to get the cup just as she moved down with her upper body. The back of his hand ended up between both boobs. He put his hand higher, on the cup, as if he couldn’t help it. His hand felt one, and then the other.. just as soft, as grand. It was three long seconds, short enough to make it accidental. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to get the cup". She looked up at him, she was in working-mode, and said: "It's alright, it's ok".