"Do you like my tits?" Holly asked with a giggle, looking at Simon and watching him blush instantly with a smile.

Holly had chosen a busy time to grab lunch at the department store's café, and the only seat that seemed to be free was the one across from Simon. She placed the print of two birds that she had mentioned in her introduction on the table, putting the sandwich she had bought next to it as she took a seat.

"At least I can answer your question properly now," Simon said as Holly took off her coat, revealing the snug sweater she was wearing underneath.

"Someone with a sense of humour? I ought to have you stuffed and mounted, though that's probably not the kind of thing you're supposed to say these days," Holly whispered with a smile.

"I'm Simon, by the way, and whenever people tell me I shouldn't say something, I take it as the best reason to do so," Simon replied.

Holly introduced herself and mentioned that she often found herself in trouble for speaking her mind.

"People seem to think that being rude and funny is the same as being crude these days, but I disagree," she explained. Simon said he always preferred the former over the latter and believed that harmless cheekiness was sadly underrated, much like many simple pleasures in life.

"We seem to have found our way back to my tits again, which is fine, as I have to work out what I'm going to do with them when I get home," Holly said, demonstrating she agreed with Simon in the first way that sprang to mind.

"Perhaps you should go back to the shop and tell them you're looking to get your hands on a cock that you can stick next to your new tits? You'd probably get thrown out, but if it was me, I suspect the conversation would go something like that, even though I've no tits of my own of any vintage." Simon suggested.

Holly made no attempt to stifle the loud laughter Simon's comment provoked, having realised a kindred spirit had appeared when she had least expected it. She would have voiced this to Simon happily but was distracted by an incoming call to her phone.

"I'm just clearing out the rubbish. This won't take a minute. Stay where you are," Holly told Simon, thinking he might want to show his manners and slip away to let her talk privately.

"Which bit of done, finished, and over can't you grasp? I've moved on. Do the same," Holly said firmly before ending the call.

Holly smiled at Simon as she put her phone away, having decided she had found a novel way of making Simon aware she was unattached.

"At least you now know I've got two out of three in 'young, free, and single' sorted when you're deciding what to talk about should my tits fall out of favour," Holly said with louder laughter than she had intended.

"Indeed so, but I think I can handle your tits being the centre of attention; I'm not the jealous type," Simon confirmed, causing Holly to spill coffee from her cup through her amusement at what she had heard.

Holly realised the laughter she was sharing with Simon was exactly what she needed, and it had made what could have been an awkward call simple. She was having fun and had no intention of bringing her enjoyment to a close any earlier than was necessary.

"If you come home and help me with my tits, I might even make you a nice lunch. I'll expect you to tell me if I've got them hanging nicely," Holly said, making it Simon's turn to disrupt the surroundings with his laughter.

***

Holly knew inviting Simon home for lunch would have drawn comments if others had been aware of her decision, but she felt comfortable with having done so and with the nature of the conversations they had enjoyed to that point. Finding someone with a similar mindset and who appeared to be an interesting character seemed an ideal way to enjoy a little escapism safely and in a fun way.

"I thought we'd have lunch first, and then you can sort out my tits. I've not decided if we'll start with the ones that need hanging or the ones that need something else yet, but I'll let you know when I have," Holly said as she and Simon completed the short walk from the cafe to her flat.

Lunch provided the ideal opportunity for Holly and Simon to get to know one another better. Holly found Simon's account of his love of cheeky humour, creative writing and history of travelling of great interest, and she discovered how health issues had caused Simon to be far more concerned with happiness than with money or status.

"My children went to live with my mum when I split up with my ex, but they're adults now. As you gathered earlier, I've dipped my toes in the relationship pool since, but I seem to attract weirdos or serious types, and I've had more than enough of those to last me a lifetime," Holly explained.

"Cheeky, old, laughter-freak who believes he's eccentric, but not weird, to the rescue, then," Simon replied, bringing a smile to Holly's lips and a desire to discover what 'cheeky' meant in Simon's description of himself now and previously.

"Picture first and then mine on the tits front, Mister Cheeky," Holly said, noticing her body was already beginning to react to the news of her planned itinerary.

Attempts to take the task of dealing with the picture seriously weren't helped by references to hanging tits or never finding the screw you needed, but when Simon declared her efforts 'straight,' Holly smiled and told him she'd rather he find out for herself than be told.

Although Holly's body was beginning to feel slightly impatient, she enjoyed Simon's idea of making everything a part of a fun encounter that might have elements of an erotic nature woven into them. It wasn't how others who had bothered had tried to put her mind at ease, but laughter, frequently at his own expense, saw Simon achieve it hilariously.

"If I have an orgasm through laughing, you still get a certificate," Holly said, as she told Simon if he got bitten by her bra when he tried to remove it, he wouldn't be the first to have done so.

Once Holly had offered her lips for a kiss, Simon obliged in the slow and gentle way she had hoped for. When she eased away to get Simon to slip off her tee shirt, he did so, and the fact it was a somewhat uncoordinated attempt was a bonus in its sense of fun, as opposed to a faltering step in something that was never going to be entirely smooth anyway.

When Holly offered to deal with her bra's 'teeth,' she did so in the context of fun, not a dismissal of how she thought Simon might have coped with them. She still smiled and giggled as she slipped the straps off her shoulders and sighed with contentment when he eased the cups away from her breasts with a smile.

"I'd like to be naked, I think," Holly announced before Simon had even begun to focus his attention on her breasts, but Holly was delighted to see him take the change of plan in his stride.

Once they were stripped, Holly led Simon onto her bed, promising him that she'd only spring nice surprises on him from that point. Simon just wanted Holly to have fun, and if that meant a few tweaks to any plans, he felt happy to comply with whatever was suggested.

Holly thought adjourning to the bed cleared a path to whatever might lie ahead, and when she felt Simon ease a kiss onto her lips and his fingertips fell on her breasts, she became totally immersed in her escapist experience.

The beauty of the arousal Holly enjoyed as Simon stroked her breasts and eagerly aroused nipples stirred laughter from her lips between the sighs of bliss she made in between. What added to her pleasure was knowing Simon would happily continue until told otherwise, and should Holly decide it was all she wanted, she knew Simon would put his desire to make her happy above any of his own hopes of what might develop.

When Holly turned onto her side and asked Simon to kneel beside her on the bed to continue his massage, he agreed without hesitation. It took Holly briefly back to a previous occasion she had made the request and how a disdainful refusal had made her realise some would never think about anyone but themselves. In this respect, redirecting Simon had been symbolic, although she had done so knowing he'd do it and not question why, feel disappointed, or let down.

"My demanding tits are dancing now, and there's one hell of a party kicking off in the basement. Those troublesome beasts want a little something from the hand pumps so they can have their own dance. You're a little busy with looking after the troublesome customer at the bar, so I'll serve my tits their refreshment myself if that's OK?" Holly asked a little breathlessly.

"Help yourself; it's a free bar," Simon said, as Holly made sure she was perfectly placed to time things and giving herself a little hurry-up with her fingers.

"I'm expecting a nice creamy head, although a pint might be pushing it!" Holly said before making sure she was at a suitable point herself before turning barmaid.

Holly was beautifully aroused by the deep kisses Simon sank onto her nipples as she fingered busily and waited for the moment to seize Simon's cock. When she felt the heat, tremors, and erotic rhythms she recognised, Holly began her own task, laughing excitedly as she pulled on Simon and felt her body ready to ignite.

Holly's heart leaped with excitement when she heard Simon's groaning cry above her own sighs and laughter. She pulled his cock hard as her body shook, and the smack of Simon's orgasm firing onto her breasts sent Holly spinning into a loudly announced climax of her own.

Simon pressed his body against Holly as she cried out and writhed with pleasure. What had made her so aroused and was delivering so splendidly might have passed others by in its importance, but, to Holly, it meant everything, as the joy she expressed demonstrated perfectly.

Although she had been thrilled by what had been shared, Holly was still bewildered by the energy behind the climax it had delivered. This was no slight on Simon whatsoever; it was just a lesson she had learned about how who or what mattered could make a difference in the way it had just done.

Holly enjoyed every second of her climax, together with the sweet aftermath and the feeling of Simon's arms wrapped around her.

Holly's vow to avoid relationships had ended up lasting just a few hours, but the reasons for that became clear to all who met Simon, the new man in her life.

The poster Holly had with her when she had first met Simon even had a plaque mounted beneath it a few days after he moved in. It said: 'He loved my tits so much, he came to live with them.'