It was a warm Sunday morning and I Evan had just arrived at my small bakery. I pulled up on the side of the street and put my Kia Soul in Park before reaching into the passenger seat and grabbing my bag. I opened my car door and stepped out glancing at my rival's bakery and then continued to walk up the steps to the small bakery. The sign above the door said "Cream Puff's Bake Shop" in comic sans. My keys jingled a little bit and the door creaked open; with two hard stomps I was inside his bakery. A quick flick and the closed sign changed to open. I got settled in and was starting on a few pastries when I heard the ding of the bell on my door signaling someone entered the shop. I dusted my hands off on my apron apron and walked around the corner to come face to face with the one. The only. Casey. My arch nemesis in the baking community. With his good looks and huge biceps I don't blame people for loving him. I mean I think the afternoon bread kneading showings are a little much but if you flex hard enough to rip your shirt you've gotta be looking for attention.
As I gazed at him in his muscle shirt and all his glory I realized I had been staring a little too long. I snapped myself out of my thoughts and spoke.
"How can I help you today Casey?" I mocked his name.
He let out a chuckle and responded, "I was just wondering if I could have some of those famous cream puffs of yours, I've really been craving them" his tone was VERY suggestive. I gulped at the thought. Is he really suggesting that. I silently nodded and then walked over to the glass case and started pulling out the cream puffs. I started piling them into a box. I didn't know how many he wanted and it was too late to ask so I just kept piling them and hoped he would stop me when there was enough. But he wasn't stopping me. My eyes looked towards him and I saw a worried look on his face but I continued. He made a few noises but still didn't say to stop. They were starting to pile pretty high and he shifted in place. Finally he said something.
"You know, I think that might be enough" he said as nice as possible. I sighed a sigh of relief and closed the box squishing some of the cream puffs in the process, the thick white insides spilling out. I gave him his cream puffs and he paid. Before leaving the store he turned back towards me.
"I think that I should test them out to see if they are as good as last time." I felt my chest sink at the thought. What if they are terrible. He opened the box and grabbed one of the tiny cream puffs with his huge manly fingers almost crushing it in the process. He popped it into his mouth and groaned in pleasure.
"Oh God these are sooooo good" he said "nothing white and creamy could ever be better than this." Are you sure about that?
"Glad to hear it" I said with a smile.
He strutted out of the bakery and my eyes somehow found themselves staring at his perfectly shaped ass. The door shut and I realized an issue in my nether regions. That is not very good. He is my ENEMY. Not lover. I gotta get that straight in my head. Even though nothing is straight in my head.
It was finally the afternoon bread kneading session and I was so prepared. I even had a jacket to tie around my waist. I ran over to the bake shop called "tasty buns" and walked inside. The smell was delightful and sweet, yet, manly? I was a little concerned because nobody else was there for the kneading today until I saw it, the sign placed at the front of the bakery saying there was a private session just for. Me! I gasped and quickly made sure I looked okay. It had been a while and just as I was about to leave back to my own bakery I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around and saw a large beautiful man in just an apron. It barely covered his manly bits but I was okay with that. I hope he didn't bake like that, it would UNSANITARY.
"I am about to smirk suggestively" he smirked suggestively.
It didn't matter how stupid he sounded I was SO TURNED ON he was the PERFECT specimen.
He didn't have to say anything I was naked in a second. Just bare ass in the middle of this bakery. He pulled me into the back and whispered to me.
"You ready to frost some cupcakes?" His voice was low and scratchy.
"What? I thought we were gonna SMASH!" I said disappointedly.
"Oh not real cupcakes" he smacked my ass" these bad boys"
"OH!"
Then we were off, spinning around the kitchen like those stupid fucking beyblades. Somehow we brought flour into our aggressive "cuddling". This kitchen would never be the same. This kitchen looks like it was just hit by a fricking bonestorm, if you catch my drift.
We were going ham and it was almost over. All he needed to say was 10 special words.
"I'm gonna fill you like one of those cream puffs!"
I NUTTED SO HARD, my life flashed before my eyes. The sexual tension would definitely be there from here on out but I was okay with that. Especially if he wants to fill me like a cream puff again. I would totally be down for that again, because cream puffs are the bomb. But for now I gotta go back to filling up my own cream puffs even if it is very very lonely some days.
