When Sunday arrived, we turned the shop into a baking haven, laughter filling the air as we covered ourselves in flour. But lately, I've noticed something new about her-an awareness that she's been dressing to catch my eye.
Sunday afternoon, she walked in wearing a fitted shirt that highlighted her midriff, the fabric hugging her curves just right. As she approached the counter, she gave me that familiar look, a mix of mischief and sweetness. My heart raced as she lifted her arms, intentionally drawing attention to her soft T-shaped navel, just above the waistband of her skirt.
"Bose, can I have a cake?" she asked, her voice playful, her eyes sparkling with a challenge.
I was utterly captivated, momentarily forgetting my role as the coffee shop owner. "Of course, Radha. This one's on the house," I replied, barely able to contain my smile.
She leaned in closer, her confidence evident. "You're too good to me," she said, accepting the croissant with a twinkle in her eye.
"You know, for an old man, you bake pretty well," she teased, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Age is just a number, Radha. It's about how you feel inside," I replied, meeting her gaze, feeling a connection that made my heart race.
As we pulled the muffins from the oven, I realized that I was starting to fall for her. It was a feeling that both thrilled and terrified me, but in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the coffee shop and the joy of our shared laughter, I felt alive again. Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected friendship could lead to something beautiful.
"Wow, Radha, you look stunning today," I said, unable to contain my admiration. "That outfit really highlights your midriff. It's quite alluring."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she flashed a playful smile. "Thanks, Bose! I thought I'd try something a little different."
As she leaned on the counter, the way the fabric hugged her curves caught my eye, and I found myself captivated. "You're definitely pulling it off," I added, trying to sound casual while my pulse quickened.
She laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the attention. "Maybe I just wanted to impress you," she teased, and I couldn't help but grin back.
I purposely placed the flour bag on the top shelf before she arrived. I playfully asked her to get the flour.
I watched as she reached for the flour on the top shelf, her fitted shirt riding up slightly as she stretched.
In that moment, her midriff lifted just enough to expose her soft T-shaped navel, stretching her deep dark navel wide and drawing my attention like a magnet. I found myself momentarily mesmerized. It was a playful tease, and I could see the mischief in her eyes as she glanced back at me.
"Need some help, Bose?" she asked, her voice playful, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me.
"Here, let me help you," I said, unable to resist the urge. I gently lifted her by the waist, my hands finding a place on her curvaceous hips as I raised her to reach the shelf. I firmed my hand in her sexy hip rolls. Like rolling hills with valleys and hills. I gripped her tight. Her soft young waist was a sweet treat.
"Whoa, Bose!" she exclaimed, surprised but laughing.
As she grasped the flour, I couldn't help but admire her wide navel, the sight captivating. "Now that's quite a view," I teased, a playful grin spreading across my face.
She shot me a playful glare, though there was laughter in her eyes. "You're a silly man!"
"Guilty as charged," I replied, still grinning as I set her down gently. In that moment, surrounded by flour and warmth, I felt the spark between us grow even stronger.
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