I had come in fairly late expecting the selection to be down to a few scraps, but it wasn’t too bad. My eyes zeroed in on a huge chocolate cupcake with mint icing.
“Hi, Chris,” a cheery female voice sang out.
I looked up with a grin on my face. The other attraction of Sweet Tasty Treats for me was Anna. The youngest and loveliest of their counter girls was my classmate in university and current sweetheart. Not that we had done much beyond flirting over the counter; just a couple dates, the second ending with us briefly making out in her car.
“Looking for something sweet. Got any recommendations?” I responded.
“That chocolate chunk cupcake is pretty yummy. And I have another treat you might like.”
There was a rather flirty, even salacious, tone in her voice and a corresponding glint in her bright hazel eyes.
“Oh, there’s a special on?”
“One of the most special.”
She picked out the cupcake I had been eyeing and started towards the back room of the shop.
“Lock the door and put the break sign up. Then come to the staff room and join me.”
I was not sure what Anna was up to but I suspected that I was going to like it. I attended to the door and went back. Anna was in the staff room off the main kitchen. It was a little room with a couch and a coffee table.
Anna settled on the couch with cupcake still in hand. She wore a tight sweater that accentuated her small, shapely bosom with a short, loose skirt below. Her long, slender legs, a delicious sight in their own right, were bare save for shoes and ankle socks.
“Join me,” she said, patting the couch cushion beside her.
I sat down and watched as Anna peeled the paper off of the little cake. She took a bite of it, then turned to me. Before I knew what to expect, she was transferring it from her mouth to mine, drawing me into an open-mouthed kiss. My cock stirred a little as I suddenly realized that this might get interesting.
“Tasty?” she asked as I swallowed.
“Very.”
We kissed again, then she offered me a bit of the cupcake.
“And now for the other treat,” she said slyly as I ate it.
“What would that be?” Somehow, I knew something was afoot.
Anna grinned at me and pulled up her skirt, parting her thighs as she did so. She was naked underneath. There was no underwear, no pubic hair; just a shaved pubic mound above pink lips.