I was very excited when I got my first job at my family's favorite bakery, Yummy Cakes. I love watching all of those baking competition shows and I knew this would be the perfect opportunity to learn some great baking secrets. I also loved the story of the couple who owned it and how they built their family business.
Mitch and Cacie started Yummy Cakes out of their home, making cupcakes for birthdays and weddings and building a great reputation. The two were high school sweethearts and their success story seemed like it was all over our small town, since customers were driving from at least an hour away to buy their delicious treats. Since then, their menu had expanded to lots of sweet treats, like donuts, cookies, and cake pops.
Most of the employees at Yummy Cakes were women and almost all of them were middle aged or older. I remember thinking it was weird that Mitch and Cacie were mostly hiring employees older than they were, since they were in their mid-30's. And when Marsha, my trainer, told me that high school girls don't usually last long there, I couldn't figure out why.
Over the three weeks I had worked there, I grew to love it. My first job and it seemed like something I wanted to do forever. I also developed a huge crush on Mitch, who was tall with dark curly hair, dreamy blue eyes, and a sexy beard. His smile was so charming that I melted every time he showed his slightly crooked teeth.
Because I'm sixteen and still in school, I can only work about 20 hours a week. Most of my hours are on the weekend, but I sometimes work after school for a few hours too. Last Wednesday, I was helping to close the store and one of the other girls got sick. She left early and I was left alone with Mitch and Cacie. When Cacie took the cash drawer to the back room to count the money, I was left alone with Mitch for the first time.
"Hey, Kendal," he whispered with his sexy voice, looking towards the back room to make sure Cacie wasn't watching. He stepped closer. "Are you free tomorrow morning at 6:00?"
I was a little surprised that he was asking me this and nervous, too. "In the morning?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah. Cacie normally comes in early to make the frosting and she's going to the city tomorrow for a convention, so I'm supposed to do it. But I need help if you can meet me here."
I thought about it. "Well... school doesn't start until 8:00... so... I think I could be here... if you really need me to."
Mitch's smile grew big and that melting feeling returned. Something in his eyes almost looked plotting. "Great. You're a lifesaver!" Lowering his voice, he added "And don't tell Cacie." At that moment, she returned from the back and grabbed him from behind.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?" she asked Mitch. We hung up our aprons and walked out together. "Goodnight, Kendal!" Cacie called to me as I started walking home. I lived less than a mile from Yummy Cakes, which is what made working there so perfect. Part of the reason I needed the job was to save up to buy a car.
The next morning, my alarm went off at 5:15 and I felt like I wanted to cry. I dragged myself out of bed and directly into the shower. I started washing my shoulder-length brown hair. "Fuck!," I thought as I realized I wouldn't have time to dry it. I should have skipped my hair, but it was too late now. I finished my shower and threw on some clothes. I packed a change of clothes, too, in case I got messy at work.
It was a chilly morning, which made me regret my wet hair even more. I had tied it back in a ponytail and ran to Yummy Cakes, getting there a little early as a result. Mitch was already there, but the door was locked. I knocked and he came out to answer.
"Good morning, Kendal," he smiled as he let me in. "The frosting is in the back." He locked the door behind me as he led me to the back room. I grabbed my pink apron and put it on. "You look so pretty in pink," he commented as he looked at me. I blushed.
Mitch had four large mixers on the counter and all of the ingredients. "Here, you copy what I do on those two mixers and we'll get this done in no time." I followed his lead, filling each mixer with butter, confectioners sugar, and vanilla. He showed me how to turn them on and rotate the bowls to make sure everything got blended. Then we added different colors to make pink, blue, and yellow frosting (we left one white).
While packing the frosting into bags for the bakers to use that day, Mitch looked over my shoulder and said, "Oh, not like that." Wrapping his arms around me, he grabbed the bag I was filling and began to do it for me. His big hands had tiny little hairs all over the back as he showed me the correct way to squeeze the frosting down the bag. His chin rested on my shoulder as he did it, his arms pinching my busty chest together. Then he squeezed the frosting bag in an unusual way and it oozed back up and onto my chest.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed as his hands continued to squeeze the bag, but moving upwards so that it got on my neck as well and began dripping between my shirt and skin. "I'm so sorry, Kendal." His hands dropped the bag, full of frosting, which he began to wipe on my apron. His hands started on my tummy, but moved up so he was wiping off his hands on the top part of my apron, on my chest. "Kendal..."
I was stunned, looking down at the mess he made on my chest. His hands rested on each of my breasts and were gently squeezing them. "Can I help you clean up?" he asked me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I nodded my head.
Turning me around, Mitch lifted me up by my waist and sat me down on the counter next to the mixers. He untied my apron and lifted it over my head. With his hands on my shoulders, he leaned his face into my neck and began to lick the frosting off my neck. Chills ran through my body as his hands lowered to just under my shirt and began lifting the hem. His face came back to mine and his tongue was sticking out, a dollop of frosting on the tip as he brought it to my mouth. Did he want me to lick the frosting off his tongue? He didn't move, so I did what I figured he wanted and he began to kiss me.
Mitch's lips were soft and his tongue worked magic against mine. I could taste his morning coffee on his breath, which I didn't care for, but he was an amazing kisser. He pulled back to pull my shirt off and then went back to licking the frosting off my neck. Then his hands unhooked my bra and he began to peel it off. He pulled back and his blue eyes stared longingly at my 36D breasts looking back at him with soft nipples.
Licking his lips, Mitch grabbed a bag of frosting and squeezed some onto each nipple. Then proceeded to lick it off, sucking and nibbling at my tits. His beard scratched my skin as my heartbeat quickened. Grabbing my hips, he slid me down to a cleaner part of the counter and laid me on my back, applying more frosting to my nipples as my perky tits pointed towards the ceiling. This time, he put some on his right index finger and brought it to my lips. I sucked it off his finger as he licked more frosting off my nipples. His finger began to massage my tongue deep as he continued, his sucking becoming more aggressive as his breathing grew heavy.