This is another creative story involving two adults with a significant age gap. He is older with flecks of gray in his well kept hair and she is younger, starting out in her young adult life. It is left to the reader to imagine how she was hired by the Bakery shop manager and owner, and also the relationship if there is one between the older woman manager and the older man.
It is written in character Point Of View and voice changes throughout the story. Clues for voice change when they happen is [ m ] change to male voice and [ f ] change to female voice. Originally a roleplay between male and female, that influence is preserved throughout.
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[ m ]
It was another Tuesday night in wintertime and I was taking my customary evening stroll for exercise. My preference was to pass the renovated shops and row buildings of the old quarter. Amongst them there was a splendid bakery that had delightful smells no matter the time of day or night. My habit for Saturday evenings was to stop for a doughnut, to pause for a few moments to breathe in the air and to soak in the atmosphere before making my order. I was certain such a rich scent could add to my caloric intake for the day.
Something new had caught my eye over recent days. I noticed a young woman behind the counter I couldn't recall seeing before. I was sure I would have remembered her if I had seen her anywhere as she was stunningly beautiful and alluring in her femininity. My lingering had become extended, and for not just the smells that I did enjoy whilst pondering which bakery treat to savor next.
I knew it was foolhardy to imagine anything with her because of my sedentary marriage. While it was no longer sexual, it was not in any way about to dissolve, nor would I have wished it to. The family was large and well connected and such an act would constitute a veritable social suicide. And yet I could not tear myself away from her presence. The possibilities such a young woman would present as a friend of any sort for an older gentleman were endless.
I made my selection just as the manager came from the back. She went directly to the storefront and flipped the closed sign in the front window to prevent anyone else entering and then she addressed me by name. "Mr Bolt, it is so good of you to stop by tonight! Your daily visits make my day! Now, there's no rush for you and I'm sure Vixie won't mind you taking whatever time you need. It is always a pleasure to see how much you enjoy our pastries." She broke her eye contact looking at Vixie she called her. "I have to leave now but I know I'm leaving the shop in good hands with you and Mr Bolt to finish the business day!"
She reached behind a panel and pulled out her coat, and put it on. She said quietly and directly to the young woman behind the counter, "there's an extra hour pay in your check for making sure Mr Bolt has whatever he wants, he is our special customer and giving him something extra is yours to decide." She finished closing her coat and smiled saying to the room, "Have fun you two, I must go now."
She stopped with her hand on the door knob and considered what she had said. Her smile grew and she blushed thinking how what she had said could be taken wrong. Without saying anything more, she let the faux pas go unchecked and pulled the window blinds down that blocked out the outside world. She stepped out the front door and locked it behind her. She had left us, just the two of us, alone in her bakery shop together.
[ f ]
It was Tuesday night and I had been on my feet all day, something I was not exactly used to, having just started a little over a week ago. It was late though so I shouldn't have had much longer before we would be closed. I was actually a little surprised that we didn't just close up a little earlier since it didn't look like we were gonna get anymore customers that night. And just like that, the door dinged alerting us of another customer entering. Just great.
"Welcome!" I said cheerily, my tone hid actual feelings. I'm good at doing that though. Good at covering how I really felt with bright smiles and giggles that had become second nature to me. The guy who walked in was just another regular, I had seen before and he only ever got a donut or two every time he visited. He was alone as usual too which always struck me as odd.
Going by the ring on his left hand, I assumed he was married, or possibly a widow or separated. The best policy was to not pry, so I just stayed quiet and waited for him to make his choice. While he was looking over everything, the manager came to the front and flipped the sign to show we were now closed. Finally!
She chatted with him for a little while before she whispered to me, to take care of him and that there was extra cash in it for me if I did. I had to keep myself from laughing at the way she said it, because she sounded like a madam setting me up with a customer. Maybe I would tell her just that tomorrow for her to share the laugh.
Once she was gone, I turned my attention back to him with a friendly smile still on my face. "Is there anything else I can get for you Mr. Bolt? Perhaps a cupcake, or a muffin if the icing is too much on a cupcake?" I smiled not having heard him say much before thinking it might have been better if I had listened to his conversation with the manager.
Knowing there was no one else here, I allowed myself to loosen up a little. His smile calmed me and excited me at the same time in a way I could not explain. His voice was so velvety that he captured my attention and somewhat mesmerized me.
[ m ]
I continued to speak, now she was attentive, "I'm quite partial to white cream and chocolate icing. The donut pastry is light and delicious too." I watched her eyes following mine as if I was the most interesting person in the room. I was after all the only person in the room besides her.
I felt my eyes smile when I continued, "But you're not too interested in any of this are you? You're just tired and ready to get off your feet. I know Mrs Whitman said she would pay you extra but you'd rather be home wouldn't you?" As much as I enjoy the pastries, it was the women I had come to visit on these evenings that really captured my interest.
I had turned the conversation purposely from being about a dessert transaction to a personal interest. As such, I'm careful not to check her out even though I'm having to consciously stop myself looking at her below her chin.
[ f ]
I was a little taken aback by his kindness, as well his ability to guess my thoughts but I tried not to show it. "It's okay." I said, my smile shifted from a cheery brightness to a softer one. "I need the money so and it's not like I have anywhere else to be tonight." I told him sincerely. It seemed safe enough to say with Mrs. Whitman being so familiar with Mr. Bolt.
Flirting was on the table I decided, I'm being paid to entertain him so why not. "What flavor of cupcake do you prefer with chocolate icing? Chocolate on chocolate? Chocolate on vanilla? Or did you want it on a donut? Because I can do that too." It actually felt good to be a little risque with this older man.
[ m ]
My smile softened and I felt my eyes smile too. "I'm a vanilla cake man, not because it's plain but because I prefer its delicate flavor. I like my chocolate icing spread on a donut because I really enjoy licking it off the top." Then I thought of what I was about to say next as I felt somewhat naughty about continuing because of the double entendre it intentionally contained.
The pause and anticipation showed in my mannerism. "I also like to lick the delicate white cream out of the opening at the end of the donut." I was not sure if I would regret saying those kinds of naughty things. Mrs Whitman had always taken great delight in me saying such things to her. And I did say those things to her whenever I knew we wouldn't be overheard. It was quite clear to me she had never told her husband about my flirtatious comments. But then it was nothing compared to what we had actually done some years ago.
[ f ]
He was making this fun, "I actually prefer vanilla cake myself but with white icing. Chocolate icing is usually too rich for me." I said it without really thinking much about his comments. I was a little distracted getting his order ready to think much about the double meaning behind his words.
I chose to push my luck with being familiar with Mr. Bolt whom in reality I had just met. "You kinda sound like a kid," I joked, "except I guess kids mainly lick the icing off of cupcakes, not donuts." I had just finished preparing his order so I handed him the paper sack containing everything.
In a practiced way, I looked down to allow him to look at me if he wanted to and not feel like he was caught or playing roulette by looking. "I put you a little extra in there in case you get a midnight craving tonight." I looked up and gave him a playful wink. Then I added, "Is there anything else I can get you? Coffee maybe? Or do you prefer tea?" It was now my turn to serve him a double entendre.
[ m ]
I stopped abruptly, thinking about how perfectly wonderful the moment was. "I would love tea, but only if you come and sit with me while I enjoy it. It's been a long time since I've had a proper cuppa with a lovely young lady like yourself, and I'm hoping you'll join me, and choose one of those pastries for yourself to enjoy while I have mine too." My eyes watched her as she was paying attention to me well.
"I do hope you'll say yes and I'm quite certain you'll be very glad you did!" I stepped back, giving her room to feel that I was not at all threatening and, if anything, I was drawing her in toward me.
[ f ]
"That actually sounds pretty nice." I said before I fixed us both a cup of warm tea, then grabbed a blueberry muffin from the display. Having done this, perhaps leaning forward more than necessary, I look at him with a grin. "Your pastries are a little too rich for me."
I brought the cups of tea and my muffin over to the little table he was standing by, the front window blinds closed behind him, and set them down. We both took a seat on opposite sides of the table and I relaxed a little. "Damn my feet are killing me!" I said a little too dramatically then grinned.
[ m ]
I had spread a napkin out and placed my donut carefully in the center, making it look as appealing as possible. "Please don't think I'm being forward but, and I'm hoping you'll trust me enough to take me up on an offer..." I paused to build her suspense and expectation knowing it would help her make a decision, even before I asked my question.
