Cake Walk

Cake Walk

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Marc with a “C” came into the bakery at the end of the day. He caught my eye, and I gave him a little wave to let him know I’d be with him in a moment. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding and my pussy was wet.

I knew he was single, and I knew he was interested. Every time I’d flirted with him, he’d turned redder than red. Such a shy guy.

“Halloween cupcakes!” he said enthusiastically, pointing to the ones I’d decorated with jack-o-lanterns, witches and black cats.

“Yep, carrot cake inside.”

He cocked an eyebrow and said, “My favorite.”

“I know,” I said, pushing my tits out so they nearly rested on the countertop. It was just us in the store, so I saw no harm in displaying my wares.

His stare settled on my nipples. They were hard. Despite the cooling temperatures, I was hot and bothered and ready to see if this thing between us was ever going to happen.

“Getting off soon?” I asked boldly. The double entendre hung in the air.

His cheeks grew red, and his gaze dropped to the cupcakes.

“My, uh, shift just ended. I stopped here before going home.”

“Ah, lucky for you, I’m getting off now, too. What’ll it be?”

He swallowed hard. “Four of the carrot,” he said. “And two of the apple muffins.”

I boxed up his goodies and tied the string. I handed them over as I told him, “On the house.”

“Oh, I can’t!”

“You can pay me by walking me to my car.”

I locked the cash drawer, figuring I’d tally it up in the morning. It was only a half an hour early to close, but I was ready to pack it in for the day. Besides, the thought of getting stuff going with Marc ended the stay-or-go debate in my head.

We walked close to each other on the way to my car. Once we arrived at my vehicle, I turned and said, “This is me.”

He played with the string on his box. I’d never seen a man look more turned on and terrified at the same time. It was sorta cute — and sorta frustrating.

“Are you still single?” I blurted out.

He blinked and said, “Yes.”

“Do you like me?”

He looked down but quickly responded, “Yes.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“God, yes.”

“How about more? Do you want to fuck me?”

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