Bakery guy

That was the case with the new bakery guy; he was the son of the bakery owner we all knew. His bakery was the biggest and most popular, and everybody loved its bread. However, this new guy was treated as an outcast, for some reason. I never understood this egocentric take on the new guy, people should make him feel welcome instead of excluded. At least his family and the bakery crew treated him nicely.

He was a handsome man, but not magazine level. He was okay. I was always nicer to him than other people that went to the bakery or saw him at the street. He seemed to be pretty surprised at my good treatment. His face seemed to become brighter whenever I walked into the store. I would be happy too, if someone in this goddamn town treated me better for a change. As time passed, I became more and more interested in the bakery guy.

I started to go more frequently, just because, to have a coffee or pastries. I was trying to get his attention by going more; he would probably notice my presence and build the courage to talk to me. If everything else failed, I would have to talk to him myself. By this point I didn’t even know his name. I was about to give up, maybe he was a slow guy, but one day while I was sipping on my coffee, he had his break and came to talk to me.

“Hello, my name is Michael. Nice to meet you” he seemed nervous but excited. I looked up from my magazine with a smile, and finished my coffee. “Nice to meet you Michael, I’m Rebecca. Care to sit down for a bit? Are you busy?” I asked him with the same smile. He immediately snapped into the reality of things and sat beside me in the table. “I’m on my break, so we can talk, it’s fine” he said eagerly. We started to talk about a little bit of everything, and then he suddenly asked me on a date to the movies. I could notice this man was a bit younger than I was, probably 5 or 6 years younger. I agreed to go, thinking about how long it has been since I last went to the movies, or had a date for that matter.

Suddenly, I could feel some people on town looked at me oddly, as if I had done something wrong. I paid no attention to it and continued with my things, waiting for the day of the date, which was Friday. The bakery owner seemed to be happy whenever I stopped by, and with a good reason, his son liked me. He was probably happy that someone in town was hanging out with his son.

Friday came slower than I thought it would, but it was good for anticipation. I didn’t expect Michael to pick me up, but he called me on my phone and told me to wait in my house. He came to my house in a nice car, which I recognized belonged to his father. When I got into the car, I complimented it instantly. “Thank you. My dad bought another one and gave this one to me. I’m happy he did” he said with a happy voice. I was infatuated by his innocent demeanor, and his fixation towards me. He had a really nice vibe as a person. Without further ado, we made way to the movies.

We were going to watch some movie about aliens, which was not surprising to me. But it was good; it was a rather unusual date to me. Usually guys take you to watch movies they know you’ll like or are supposed to due to being a lady, but I loved this alien movie and Michael’s fascination with it. After the movies, we went to have dinner at a nice beachside restaurant, and he paid for everything. I was surprised; he was a true gentleman out to impress a lady. He had many positive qualities that people in this town lacked.

After having dinner, we went into the car and as he talked, while turning the engine on, I turned and kissed him on the lips. “I had a great time, honey” I said tenderly, and he looked at me with awe. “Are you going to drive me home?” I asked, looking at the clock. It was past midnight already. “Of course Rebecca, let’s go!” he said eagerly, turning on the engine and driving away. I sat back with a smile on my face, thinking about what to do now. When we got to my porch, he seemed to be ready to leave me and drive away.

“Care to come inside? Our date is not over yet, I say so” I said, and he blushed. He nodded then we got out of the car and walked into my house. I turned the lights on and directed him to sit in the living room, and then I went to get some wine for us to drink. “I had a lot of fun tonight, you’re a great date” I said, approaching the couch with the glasses of wine. “Let’s have a toast for more good dates” I said, and then we drank the wine. I sat closer to him and kissed him slowly, then began to undo his button shirt.

He was in shock but did nothing to stop me. I quickly got to his pants, unzipping them and taking out his cock. It was a nice cock; not too big but not too small, nice size. I began to suck it and he caressed my head as I did so. He seemed to be in extra bliss, I wonder if he had ever done this? I took my skirt off and sat on his cock, gently riding it while he touched my boobs in awe of my body. He seemed to be enjoying it too much.

He pulled out and came quicker than I expected, and I bent down to kiss him. “My payback for the nice date, handsome” I said, and kissed him some more.