Joyce the bike, and loved being one! Part 1

I first met Joyce in the mid 80s, I would've been 26 or 28 and she the same or a couple of years older maybe. In a very small town of 5000 people Joyce and her husband ran a small shop mainly newspapers magazines etc and a small grocers part selling some tinned goods and the like. At the time the job I had allowed me to pop into the shop maybe 3 or 4 times a day for a cuppa or a chat, any locals that popped in that wanted to could also have a chat and a cup of tea. Life was like this back in the day in some places. Joyce was probably 5 foot 3 or 4 inches tall, long hair almost reaching her bottom and an enormous pair of tits. A small table and chair sat in the shop for anyone needing a seat. She was always very flirty and if you were on the seat she'd stand with her arse or leg up against your arm. The two of them ran the shop from early morning until early evening as you'd expect. One day I was the only one in the shop sat down at the table, Joyce came around from behind the counter, she'd push the door over chatting about whatever, then she'd amble over to me in a casual sort of manner, check the door then turn back to me and proceed to kiss me full on the mouth tongue out! She was probably the first person that had actually kissed me with such passion, long deep and hard. Your cock was just about ready to explode. She loved to fuck and when she did it too was long and deep and hard, fact is you couldn't bang her hard enough that's how she loved it, but those times, and there was a lot, didn't happen until a few months later I guess. Fuck I couldn't help myself and looked forward enormously to getting her alone in the shop and sticking my tongue down her throat, and of course squeezing those huge jugs! After a while I was allowed into the back of the shop to have my cup of tea. In there was some stock etc., the kettle, a bigger table covered with invoices and general crap and 2 or 3 chairs. Now the kissing and feeling could be done in a little more privacy. She'd sometimes feel my hardness through my trousers and this daily routine carried on just like that for some months. It did stop when my job altered and couldn't frequent the shop as often. Sometime after I got married but still lived in the same town so things changed shall we say but didn't stop at that oh no!!