I was just fresh out of college and had recently bought my own small bakery. It had always been my dream since i used to bake as a young girl with my grandma but unfortunately she passed away last year. When she passed she left me quite a sizeable inheritance which i wasn't expecting as she was quite modest and no one realised she had money. When i asked my mom how she became so wealthy she told me pops was a banker and made some good investments when he was younger combined with their modest life their bank accounts just grew.
After leaving college where i studied bakery and with my new money i found a small bakery in town with an apartment upstairs to live. After going to look at it i fell in love and my imagination was flowing. I was picturing how i would decorate the place and all the cakes, pastries and breads that i would make. The place was going to be integral worthy. Upstairs the apartment was pretty small, just one small bedroom, bathroom and an open kitchen and living room but it was all i needed so i put in an offer later that day.
A couple of weeks later i had my offer accepted and a week later i got the keys. The first couple of weeks were quite tough with painting, decorating and getting the kitchen up and running. The apartment wasn't really a priority so it just got some basic furniture from Ikea which i threw together on the first day so i had somewhere to live. I worked really hard as the summer was approaching fast and as it was the Hamptons it was when i would need to make money as the winter season is much quieter.
The bakery was all set up in pink with lots of flowers and a couple of nice metal french cafe style tables and chairs out front for my customers. The place looked perfect in the warm sunshine as i looked at my achievement that i had managed in only three weeks of fifteen hour days which was behind me or so i thought.
The next few days i prepared for opening, getting permits, hiring a couple of staff and doing some advertising in the local community. Emma and Penny were locals to the area that i had seen before back in school but they were four or five years below me but they were looking for a summer job and seemed pretty sensible and capable of serving at the counter. It wasn't exactly rocket science but i still had to give them a bit of training as it was their first job.
The night before opening i prepared everything in advance so that when i started at five in the morning i would just have to put everything in the oven then out on display when ready leaving me to train once the doors opened. The opening day went off without any problems and within a couple of hours we got into the swing of things and the customers were very complementary about the place. They were saying it was nice to see the place back up and running and the display looked amazing which filled me with such joy and a bit reassurance for the future.
At the end of the day we were exhausted and their was quite a bit of left overs as i had over prepared due to not knowing how much to make but most of it had a few days shelf life so it didn't really matter. After we cleared down i sent the girls home and started on my prep work for the next day which was much easier as everything was now set up just right and i had a lot less than the previous night.
A couple of hours later i headed upstairs and jumped in the shower as i was hot, sweaty and covered in cake mix, flower and all sorts. The shower was refreshing and i felt all my muscles relax as the warm water flowed down me washing away all my worries. It felt like i was only in there for a short while but when i got out and checked my phone it was actually a half hour. I dried myself off and headed to the kitchen.
It was now eight at night and i hadn't eaten so i raided the fridge and found some soup i made a couple of days ago so i put it in a pot and put it on the stove. Still butt naked from the shower i had gotten used to having my own place and not needing to get dressed as it was hot and a lot more comfortable without. All the windows in the apartment were on the sloping roof so no one could see in and to see out i had to stand on my tippy toes. Before long the soup was boiling away so i dished it up and went and sat at my little corner table which was just big enough for me. After i was done i set my alarm and headed off to bed. Sleeping naked was weird at first but it felt so nice with the fresh bedsheets agents my skin i can't sleep any other way anymore. It is strange how in only a few weeks you can change some things that you have done your whole life.
The next morning, well at five am more like still the night my alarm went off. I had slept in slightly and to be able to get everything ready on time for opening the ovens should have been on and heating up already. Jumping out of bed and without thinking i ran over to the door and down the narrow staircase that lead down to the bakery kitchen. Once i got half way down the stairs i realised i was still in my birthday suit and i paused. As much as i felt comfortable in the apartment naked i wasn't an exhibitionist or anything like that and it didn't feel right. looking around i knew the place was empty and their was no window so i just thought i had came this far what's the big deal. It only took a few seconds to run round the three ovens and turn them on to heat up and start the extractor fan then i headed back upstairs to get dressed.
As i was getting dressed i realised i slightly enjoyed the little rush i got, it was similar to the one i felt the first time i got naked in the apartment a few weeks ago. Once i was dressed and tied my hair up in a bob i headed back down to put the first batch of bread and pastries in the oven. They were already ready made up to just put straight in the ovens so it only took a few seconds before i could go back upstairs to get some breakfast. As i was waiting on my portage to heat up i felt myself get pretty horny and my hand seemed to wonder down my pants and start rubbing my clit as i stood in the kitchen staring off into space.
