Kate: Pastry Time - Part 1

Peanut butter cookies. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every now and then, I go to a little pastry shop that's on the way home. Usually, I roll in just before closing when I have a late night sweet tooth. I can't have that stuff all the time. Otherwise, I'll get fat. Anyway, there's a lady named Kate who runs it. She's in her lower 50s, with short hair and a remarkably fit body for someone her age. I asked her once how she keeps in such good shape considering she owns a pastry shop. She said sex. Then, she laughed and said that she runs a lot.

Kate and I have had a flirtatious relationship for months now. Every time I go in, she remarks how I should come in more often so she can fatten me up. I always say I can't because I have to stay in shape. She always says there are better ways to work off the calories.

A while back, I went to the shop because I had a craving for peanut butter cookies. I rationalized it that peanut butter has protein, which is good for body building. OK, I rationalized it like a politician at a convention speech but it was worth an effort. Anyway, I was running pretty late and I caught Kate just as she was locking the door. After pleading with her that I needed some cookies and had to have them or I would die, then threw in a sad puppy dog eyes look (shameless, I know), she relented, let me in, and locked the door behind us.

As she got some of the cookies, we struck up a conversation. She's actually a really bright woman with a wicked sense of humor. She asked if I was going to give the cookies to a woman. I told her these were strictly for myself. Then, she asked if I wanted to taste a new mix for a cookie she was trying out. I said sure and walked into the back room with her.

It's a pretty small operation with only 3 employees. Kate usually closes up. That night, she was the only person there. There was a stainless steel table in the center of the back room where the cookies get rolled with a few stoves on the side and a small desk to the side with the usual stuff on top and a small file cabinet to the side. I love small stores like this because it reminds me of one on the strengths of being in America and that's the dream of being a business person, even if it's just a small business.

We talked a little more. Kate told me about her business and her life. I told her about mine. Turns out, Kate used to be a Ford model back in the day, then stayed in New York once her modeling days were over. As we talked, we got closer and closer. I could just sense that something was happening. I reached for some cookie dough. Our arms touched. We kept them together for more than a few seconds. Then, she slapped my arm away from the dough and said she'd take care of the dough.

Kate grabbed a finger full and fed it to me. I licked it off of her finger. Then, I licked her finger. She didn't take it out of my mouth so I went for broke and started sucking it a little. She smiled and slowly took it out of my mouth. She started caressing my face. "You are so beautiful with such a baby face" she said as she watched her hand rub my cheek. Her fingers traced the outline of my lips. "Such a beautiful baby face" she whispered. I gently kissed her fingers.