A Secret Gift

For Piérre his patisserie was his life. He worked every day, from early morning, baking the best croissants in town. He had been baking a full range of products once, from bread through rolls and baguettes, but now his main specialty were the croissants, and he left baking of bread and rolls to his staff. After baking he loved the early rush serving the croissants to those that braved early morning walk to reward themselves with a tasty breakfast. He then took a break for most of the day to return in late afternoon just in time for the busy time when people came to pick up their at the end of the day. It was the same this warm spring afternoon when he returned to store and enjoyed the feeling of approaching closing time.

The shelves were looking increasingly emptier, which gradually gave him the feeling of exciting – like undressing a woman.  Minutes before closing he always expects the regular customers that at the end of the day pick up their usual orders. But today there was a familiar figure walking towards the shop. He had to attend to the waiting customers and tried not to look distracted. But he was looking from under his white hat and noticed her walking through the door, as if she was to pick up something from the side shelf filled with baguettes. She looked smoking hot in her denim skirt that was perhaps too short to wear to a business meeting but long enough to put on for a stroll around the street… Her tight white T-shirt was not large enough to reveal the edge of a snow white bra – well, he thought – at least she was wearing one.

As she stepped into the store he was serving the last customer – an older man from neraby office that picked up his bread on the way home every day. He was the last customer on most days, and Pierre usually walked around to the front of the counter to hand him the bag and walk him to the door. He politely opened for him, and sent him home with a few nice words. Today he repeated the same routine, pretending he did not see anyone else in the shop. He flipped the sign on the door to read “Closed”, and shut the blinds on the door and window. It was the time when she would have said something if she was an ordinary customer. But he has already recognised her… His friend and playmate of almost two years, she has been the greatest lover he has ever had… They knew each other’s physical needs and wants, shared every bit of sexual pleasure during their weekly secret meetings. She was his friend with benefits, until one day she no longer turned up, left no message, and he only found from others that she accepted a job abroad, picked up and left on short notice. She was a free spirit, and he wished her a lot of adventure and satisfaction. His life was different, he was settled, loved and provided for his family, and only seen her as a friend… But it was still confusing, why did she not let him know…

While all these thoughts have been flying through his head, he turned around still pretending there was nobody else in. She meanwhile stood motionless in front of the shelf on the side, her back turned to him, growing angry at his ignorance. As he started clearing the bench she has picked a baguette from the shelf and walked to the counter. He was still turned with his back to her. He was surely aware she was there…

She let out a cough, which made him turned slightly around, his body still facing the other way, but he glanced at her with the corner of his eye.
“Sorry”, he said in a low voice… “I haven’t noticed…”

“Sheeesh…” she hissed leaning on the counter revealing a full cleavege he could no longer ignore. “You have recognised me, don’t deny it.” No, he could not… He turned and with his eyes locked into hers slowly stepped towards the counter. As he leaned over he slightly turned his head and continued to go forward until his lips found hers. There was no need to talk anymore, they found what they were longing for, the touch and taste of each other’s lips. They kissed slowly, exploring the once familiar territory, wondering what’s changed. Minutes went passed, and they clearly enjoyed just the fact they found each other, with memories of their intimate encounters flowing back into their minds. They did not think of much, but the pressure has been growing and they both became more and more excited, the heat arousing their need to go further. His hand have now embraced her shoulders and started to feel down her arms towards her breasts. His fingers slowly followed the collar of her T-shirt, until the back of his hand gently slipped in. He felt the soft contours under his touch, and just had to straighten his fingers to put on a bit of pressure. She felt every bit of it, starting to wriggle and grow impatient. His hands rose around her face, his head moving back, and their eyes locked in. Everything was back, they knew what was next…

Without a blink she has moved around the counter bench and pressed hard against his tensely excited body. He dropped his arms down around her hips, feeling around and under her buttocks. She closed her eyes now and let him guide her. Leaning against him for support she put her head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear: “I’m glad to be back and I brought you a present… you have to find it…”

He remained silent, but now his mind had to work on the mystery held her body and gently turned it around. It felt natural for both of them to turn back to the stainless steel bench that he just cleared, anticipating to re-enact one of their intimate encounters from years past. As she leant over the bench dropping onto her elbows he moved his hands upwards over the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt and then continued in short circular movements over her buttocks. She followed his rhythm rocking back and forth. He bent forward and caressed the back of her leg with his tongue.

As he moved his head up and lifted his eyes to catch a glimpse of her awaiting pussy he saw the present right there…! There was a small round piercing on her clit. Oh, how exciting – now his blood pressure jumped and his lips tightened the grip on her skin. His grip got tighter

and the movements of his hands picked up speed. She started panting and moaning, knowing that she found the piercing and was getting closer to feel it.  She felt his lips kissing and nipping her skin, moving higher and higher. A minute later his tongue started touching the lips of her pussy now swollen and red with expectation… His lips took a nibble on the shiny circle, and gently moved it from side to side.  Then he let go and ran the tip of his tongue up her clit feeling the coldness of the metal ring. He was hard and could not wait any longer… He took his hands back unzipping his pants, while his lips kept playing with the new found toy. By now she was close to orgasm, her moans morphed into a continuous groan which she was trying to bury into the palms of her hands. He ran his tongue up one more time, now in a sharp hard move as if the tongue was to penetrate deep inside her – but then quickly stood up, slipping on a condom within seconds and entering her hard and fast. She could have screamed with both surprise and ecstasy, but muffled the noise and simply joined his rhythm. She loved it from behind, feeling his cock entering and again drawing back as his hands were firmly placed on her buttocks.

“As if he was riding a bike”, she almost started laughing at the thought, but her brain had no room for anything else but pure pleasure, and she quickly submerged all else in the onslaught of waves of his incoming movements. She felt him all around the inside of her pussy, and withdrawing back stimulated her more on the outside… They came together – finally reaching the peak of their mutual effort. Still gasping for breath he leant gently on her back and pulled out. She turned around and lifted herself onto the bench. Without a word their lips merged and they spend what seemed an eternity just exploring each others lips. Finally she pulled her head back and their eyes met. “I loved the present”, he said. “The pleasure was mine”, she replied with a wide smile, and added “As they say – It’s a gift that keeps on giving”. She stretched her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back for a quick kiss. Then she walked away, without another word. This time he knew – she’ll be back soon.

Winery Walkabout Pt 2

Sitting at the table he was filled with doubts if she will really turn up or not… But he trusted her, for several weeks now they have communicated in various ways over the Internet and they both felt not only a great connection, but also the desire to find a mutual physical pleasure of which they spoke about a few times already. He left the first move to her, so there was little he can do but wait.

“Might as well enjoy the breakfast first…”, I said to myself. Cute young girl in black apron came asking if I was ready to order. “Sure”, I said, “will have your chef’s special.”  But thoughts of how am I going to find the lady I came to meet were persisting… Well, I thought, I have a good view of the place, so need to keep watching for everyone that comes in. And if she does surely she would also be on a lookout – so I might observe that and make a move to speak to her – the rest should not be that hard… So I sat there sipping on orange juice and watching the door. To my surprise the young waitress came within about 15 minutes. Nothing happened, nobody even remotely suitable to be my match has come in… While the time for my meal to be reay seemed rather short, the plate looked nice and inviting. But as he started cutting the meat it did not feel right… and tasted even worse… it was not cooked! He half-stood up as the girl was walkimg past: “Excuse me…” She paused. “Is everything OK?” “No”, he said. “The meat is not cooked.” She nodded “I will let the chef know.” He sat back, his morning now a bit spoilt. As he looked around he saw the back door in the hallway open. It was the chef that walked straight to his table – and his jaw dropped to the floor as he realised it was the woman he was waiting for. She smiled realising her plot has worked. “I know,” she said, gently taking hold of his forearm. Touch of her hand sent shivers of anticipation through his body… “Please come with me, we will do something about your breakfast.” He was still in shock, as she pulled slightly and he lifted his body off the chair. As he was picking up his helmet his eyes travelled from the floor upwards over her body, admiring the curves behind a black apron on top of a knitted short black dress. For a few seconds she stood still as if deciding what will happen next.  Finally, with a half step back and a slight bow she waved her hand towards the hallway. She grabbed the plate off the table and turned around walking back towards the kitchen. He followed her, instinctively trusting her plans. Down the hallway she turned to a small narrow door with the  word “Pantry” stenciled at the top centre in black paint.  As the door slammed behind them, she slipped a folding metal chair under the handle. “We have 20 minutes before they start looking for me.”, she whispered. They now stood in the narrow passage way facing each other. It was nearly dark, only small window at the top of the wall was letting in a bit of light. It was shaded by a large branch of the oak tree which was right behind the glass. Without a word their faces slowly moved closer, the eyes linked by a hypnotising stare. Hundreds of heartbeats have passed before their lips touched. Their minds instinctively ordered their eyes shut, as the senses of taste and touch rushed in with so much new information. Her lips were dry, nervous, but curious and moved along his lips as two little kittens that suddenly found a new toy to play with. He explored the curves of her body as both his hands moved up the sides of her hips. Her little black dress felt very soft and thin, the warmth of her firm body seeping out into his palms through the knitted pattern. His fingers felt in and out of the little openings, poking in, stretching, and pulling out again, moving upwards and gently stroking her skin underneath. She enjoyed it – her body wriggled as his fingers suddenly touched the bottom contour of her breast. He realised they were leaning on  a narrow bench backed by ceiling-high shelves filled with boxes and tins.  He felt the edge of the bench top and gently lifted her up onto it.  She moved her arm up, in one motion taking the apron off over hear head. He could now feel the pressure of her legs as they opened up and tightened the grip around his hips. With both hands he clasped the bottom hem of her dress and started lifting it up…  She lifted her body as if to approve of his move, and let him drag it over her head. Few locks of her black hair have fallen over her forehead and she instinctively threw her head back. He now realised the dress was the last piece of clothing she was wearing. A glorious Venus from a beautiful reneissance painting was his first thought. He admired her full firm breasts as his head moved up and down and his half-open mouth explored the surface of her skin. She did not mind, quickly unzipping the zip under his neck and then lifting up his shirt all the way over his head. Their bodies pressed against each other, the feeling of naked skin electrifying them both for a moment. She moved downwards, almost leaning down over him as she slid both her palms under the back of his shorts and pushed them down. She turned her head, resting on his shoulder and whispered into his ear “We don’t have much time.” He understood the urgency, excited even more by the whif of her hot breath in his ear. With  small step back he dropped the lycras to his ankles. “WOW! Where did that come from?!?”, he thought as he felt her hands slide a condom onto his penis. She must have had this very well planned! He stepped up to her again, sliding his hands under her and lifting her slightly off the bench. His penis lingered and pressed against her, as she wriggled around stimulating her clit as much as she could before his hands let her drop and her own weigth thrust him inside her… The sudden sensation of unity for both of them sped up their breathing, and in synchronised moves they kept thrusting against each other. He was lifting her up as she continued to pull herself down onto him, her weight making it more and more intense… Just a few minutes later they both found their peak, as he came he gave the final thrust and stopped, feeling her slump onto him as she gasped for air. Her head resting on the side on top of his shoulder she whispered ‘thanks’ touching his ear with her lips. He turned his head and pressed his lips on hers. That taste again invoked a different feeling, the passion subsided and gave way to deep satisfaction he rarely felt after such a short encounter. Her lips felt around his face and he whispered a few nice unimportant things while placing her back onto the bench. Palms of their hands were sliding down each others arms until their fingers locked and they looked each other in the eye.  A lot was said in that look, they thanked each other and said good bye, so no spoken words were needed, and they quickly picked up their clothes. Within a minute they were ready to walk out the door.  Without a word she opened the door and grabbed his hand to lead him out. She lead him the opposite way past a door to the kitchen – he could hear voices giving out short sharp bits of information, and familiar clinking of kitchen tools.  She unlocked a small door at the end of the hallway, and swung it open, – it lead to a narrow laneway running alongside high colourbond fences on both sides.  She pressed her body onto him pushing him onto the back of the door, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Here,” she said, placing a piece of paper into his hand, “take our menu, next time you can order before coming to avoid the wait.” He saw a mobile number scribbled at the top. “Keep it safe,” she added noticing his quick glance, “just text me before your next ride. I work most weekends. Now, walk around that way,” she waved to the left, “and you’ll get to the front of the cafe.” She gently pushed him, and the door closed behind him. Hopping on the bike he headed back with memories of one of the best breakfasts he had for a while, at the same time planning a full-on training program with rides on most weekends…

Winery Walkabout

I was hoping to get away for a ride every few weeks… Working long hours all week really wears you out psychologically, so it is important to recharge and find that new energy on the weekend… Taking out the Harley around the circle of local wineries was a convenient way of taking the time out on my own and at the same time not taking it away from my family. I usually started early and was back by the time kids finished their late breakfast. The problem was that most wineries would not open until 9 or even 10AM. But I was not into buying from the cellar door, it was just a relaxing sightseeing tour…

Besides – this weekend there was purpose to the exercise. For a while I was hoping to meet a mysterious lady which I exchanged a few emails with on an adult website. She had same needs as me and could not get much satisfaction at home, so we set out a challenge – I had to find which winery she was going to be at by using the clues she gave me. It would then be her job to seduce me and get what she wanted – but I was not to know how. So I saddled up and set out on the journey just after 7. Just got a shot of my healthy drink, expecting breakfast on the way…

The skies were clear, and I felt absolutely great physically, ready for the action, which lately was absent in the mornings. I passed a few small wineries that I knew do not have a lot of opening hours, aiming to find some that had their own cafe and might serve some food. There was of course, the clue: “There is food to enjoy under the mighty oak, and once you ate the meat give the bone to the dog.” My research showed one winery that had a label named “Green Oak”, but that was a weak lead, as many others would have had great oak trees planted in the grounds. Nevertheless I headed to that winery first, which was one of the first I would pass when entering the wine country. But the sign disappointed from the distance, announcing the opening time of 10AM – enough for the city slickers to drive comfortably to it after breakfast, but certainly not for me to meet the hot chick… So without having much clue which one to take to next I have just kept riding along towards the larger wineries. Passing the next winery, which was also closed I realised how difficult this could be when I saw two large oak tress gracing the entrance. The next winery was one of the biggest ones in the region – I could see the open cellar door and their cafe already serving breakfast. The landscaping was interesting, with a circular drive surrounding a large flowerbed with some kind of ornamental bush in the centre. The verandah running along the front of the building was covered in vine providing nice shade, but…no oak tree in sight. I parked my bicycle near the entrance and peeked in – just in case, but clearly this was not the place. “No time to waste”, I thought, hopping back onto the bike. It was only some 10 minutes to the town, now I saw the unfolding hunt for my destination taking quite an effort. The town was already getting busy with tourists driving to the wineries, and locals going about doing their shopping. I was set to ride through to explore wineries on the other side of town, when the sign on local cafe caught my eye – “Bird Nest Cafe”.  The small building had a narrow shopfront with an angled roof, behind which I could see the greenery of a large tree. I rode closer, and seeing it indeed was an oak I locked the bike on a parking sign and walked in. Through the double glass door I walked to a small cafe with a counter on one side,few tables on the other, and another large open door to the courtyard at the back, which was shaded by a large oak tree towering over the building. Now I was almost certain this was the place I was supposed to find. Cheeky – let’s see about the meat – what’s on the menu? The place was almost full, but not too busy – all guests were already looked after, and the girl behind the counter was looking at me expecting an order… Now I realised I needed a good breakfast already! “What do you suggest for breakfast?”, I asked. She pointed to the blackboard on the wall, saying “We have the classic Bacon and Eggs, or you can have our organic lamb burger.” I glanced on the list with the thought of my clue – I need to order something with a bone in it! Wow – there was “Rack of Lamb with Almond and Bernaise Sauce”, so that is what I asked for.  “Would you like a drink while you wait for it?”, the girl asked, butdid not wait for an answer, pointing to the courtyard – “Take a seat, and I will bring it to you.”

“Can I have a glass of orange juice, please,” I asked stepping towards the counter. I grabbed the glass and and walked towards an empty table outside.

Was this the place? Will she turn up? What is going to happen..?? Keep guessing until I find some time to finish writing the story, or perhaps give me some ideas