The Steamy Baker pt 1

 INTRO: A WOMAN YEARNS FOR A BAKER AS THE BAKER YEARNS FOR HER. TWO PASSIONS UNFOLD AS SHE WATCHES HIM 'BAKE A CAKE'.

Beth

I watch him through my car window. He is restocking the shelves in his bakery. Full luscious cakes, sweet donuts, and tasty cookies. Oh, how she would love for him to feed her his mesmerizing treats. He was tall, fine-tone, and handsome. He has tan skin with deep green eyes and short spiky brown hair. I could see his firm arms through his skin-tight shirt. He walks to the back kitchen. 


Adam

She thinks I don’t notice her. She is sitting out there in her car, watching me like a detective. Even when she is in my bakery, she watches me. But what she doesn’t know is that I watch her as well. Everyday she comes here to read her book and sip on her coffee. Some days she buys a pastry and bites into them with those big full lips. Her mocha complexion shines in the morning sun. Her long black hair hangs when she lowers her head to read. She even crosses those big thick thighs just to tease me. Her figure was thick and curvy but it just meant more to love.  I never got her name, but today would be different. I emerge from the back with a tray of freshly baked pies.

My mysterious woman has already walked in and is talking with one of the staff members. That laugh was angelic. I smiled at her wear, it was more revealing than usual. She was wearing a skin-tight pink tank with a thigh length blue jean skirt. She sits at her normal booth and waits for her order. I noticed a skull tattoo on her neck, something we could have in common. I walked over to my employee and asked her what she ordered. She hands me her receipt and I smile.

“So, her name is Beth huh? Perfect.” I state. I prepare her order and walk over to her booth. Charming smile ready.


Beth

I can’t believe this, he is walking over here. This has to be a mistake. He stops at my booth with that charming smile. I squeeze my legs together from that tingling sensation down there. He sets the tray on the table and from his shirt nametag, I see his name is Adam.

“Hello Ms. Beth. I thought I would deliver your meal myself because as the owner, I just wish to ‘thank you’ for being such a loyal customer.” he says with a smile. I was stunned and had no words. To see him this close and personal was mind-blowing. My heart was beating like crazy.

“Oh, well I should be thanking you for being such a good baker. Your pastries and the shop environment are divine.”

“Thank you. Also I love that tattoo. I guess that means you’re an Emo Legends fan?” he asked. Beth giggles slightly and nods.

“Yes, I am...but what could a man of your stature know about an emo band?” she replies. He smiles at my tease and takes a seat across from me. His smell of intoxicating cologne filled the booth. He smelled amazing and I could feel my pussy become wet.


Adam

We talked a while about Emo Legends and it was quite an interesting conversation. Though to be honest I wasn’t paying attention to any of her words, just her body. It was stunning and beautiful to see up close. I could feel my cock waking up. I wanted her now, but how? Then an idea hit me. “Hey, I was thinking, I have a cake project to make for an Emo Legends event. How would you like to watch me design the cake tonight? I think it will be the perfect addition to your fan blog.” I suggest. Beth ponders for a while, until a wicked smirk appears on her face.

“I would love to. Thank you Adam.” she replies with a gracious smile. We shake hands and I give her my number for tonight. I walk away and return to my job, waiting patiently for tonight.


Beth

It is finally 6 o’clock and I can’t decide what to wear. I knew this wasn’t a date but I wanted to impress him so we can possibly see more of one another. I decided to wear a simple blue jean dress and head out. I arrived at the bakery and sent him a text letting him know I was outside. I see Adam rush to the front and unlock the door. I enter and he locks it back. We head to the back kitchen. It was smaller than I thought, so I sat on a nearby stool.

“Sorry, if this place is a little cramped, but since I am the only baker, I don’t need a big kitchen,” he explains. I wanted to tell him it was ‘no big deal’, but him removing his shirt distracted me. He was now in a black tank. He reaches for his apron and pulls out the tier cake. The cake was already half done. I take out my phone to snap a picture. Adam smiles at me and I return his gesture. He motions his finger to come close and I follow.

story continues on The Steamy Baker pt 2 (type in search bar)


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