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I had just moved in and was looking for a job, so I placed an ad in various shops, the butcher, the florist, the baker... Just to introduce me to the people of this little town. I was called Salvatore, the owner of the bakery asking me if I was interested in working in their shop, the hours were early in the morning and it's not a job suitable for everyone, but I accepted willingly. He told me to show up on Thursday morning at 4, I would have a technical rehearsal with Sara, the baker.
It was summer and imagining that the workshop was very hot because of the ovens, I showed up with a very light white knee-length pleated skirt and a flowery blouse. I knocked on the back door and opened a woman about 45 years old, short brown hair dusted with flour. I looked at her imagining that she must have touched her hair with her dirty hands, we introduced ourselves and she showed me my work position.
Having no experience, she told me that she would explain everything and that she would not leave me alone for a moment.
She finished baking bread and cleaned the work surface.
"There, now I'll explain it to you. "This is durum wheat flour. It's a flour that requires a lot of water. This is our yeast. You start kneading like this." He moved safely and watched me trying to memorize the doses and steps that seem simple, but try to understand I was still on probation.
"Now you take the dough and knead it further with your hands like this, now you try it."
I began to work the dough with uncertain movements.
"With more energy"
"Okay."
"No, not like that. Energy but also passion, love. Imagine this is a nice ass and you have to massage it vigorously."
I looked at her bewildered... bread like a butt?
"What's wrong, you've never massaged a butt?" I said no. A mischievous smile appeared on her stern face.
"Then you divide the dough, that's the size of every shape. More or less like a beautiful breast." And she looks at me as I turn slightly red. What a strange way to explain things, but at the end of the day she's a woman, if it was a man I'd have worried.
"And that's the way you work it," she says, showing me a technique. I try, but the result is definitely different from hers.
"More gently, as if you were massaging a breast, have you ever done it? Have you ever done it?"
I get red, "Not really." "Well, they must have massaged it for you, I hope..." I look at her bewildered.
"Okay, I'll show you, come here" and she pulls me closer, wipes her hands in her apron and takes off mine. She undoes my blouse and caresses the lace on my bra with a delicate touch. Then she takes her breast in her hand and starts massaging it with a rotating movement and tells me to close my eyes. Her touch is expert and light but also firm and I feel emotions that I have never felt before.
She looks at me with her sensual smile and tells me "Now I'll show you what I was talking about before", she turns me towards the counter and puts her hand on my back, putting pressure on me so that I bend towards it, putting me almost at 90°. He lifts up my skirt and starts to massage my buttocks, every now and then he slaps them, every now and then the massage becomes softer alternating with intense. I'm getting all wet, I feel a great excitement for every spanking and every caress. I try to distract myself but my body reacts and I start to feel more and more pleasure.
The door opens and a male voice says "Sara what are you doing!"
I have two conflicting thoughts, the first is "Finally someone saves me from this crazy woman" and the other is "Oh, no right now on the most beautiful".
Salvatore comes in with a strong step, he looks at me while I'm with my skirt up and my backside in plain sight, he approaches and says "How many times have I told you that before you show him how to make bread you have to let him taste my baguette!" And having said that, he pulls down the zipper of his pants and unzips his hard, ready to be tasted. He turns me around and puts me on my knees, now his member is at the height of my mouth, smiles and says "take it dear, taste a little..."
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It was summer and imagining that the workshop was very hot because of the ovens, I showed up with a very light white knee-length pleated skirt and a flowery blouse. I knocked on the back door and opened a woman about 45 years old, short brown hair dusted with flour. I looked at her imagining that she must have touched her hair with her dirty hands, we introduced ourselves and she showed me my work position.
Having no experience, she told me that she would explain everything and that she would not leave me alone for a moment.
She finished baking bread and cleaned the work surface.
"There, now I'll explain it to you. "This is durum wheat flour. It's a flour that requires a lot of water. This is our yeast. You start kneading like this." He moved safely and watched me trying to memorize the doses and steps that seem simple, but try to understand I was still on probation.
"Now you take the dough and knead it further with your hands like this, now you try it."
I began to work the dough with uncertain movements.
"With more energy"
"Okay."
"No, not like that. Energy but also passion, love. Imagine this is a nice ass and you have to massage it vigorously."
I looked at her bewildered... bread like a butt?
"What's wrong, you've never massaged a butt?" I said no. A mischievous smile appeared on her stern face.
"Then you divide the dough, that's the size of every shape. More or less like a beautiful breast." And she looks at me as I turn slightly red. What a strange way to explain things, but at the end of the day she's a woman, if it was a man I'd have worried.
"And that's the way you work it," she says, showing me a technique. I try, but the result is definitely different from hers.
"More gently, as if you were massaging a breast, have you ever done it? Have you ever done it?"
I get red, "Not really." "Well, they must have massaged it for you, I hope..." I look at her bewildered.
"Okay, I'll show you, come here" and she pulls me closer, wipes her hands in her apron and takes off mine. She undoes my blouse and caresses the lace on my bra with a delicate touch. Then she takes her breast in her hand and starts massaging it with a rotating movement and tells me to close my eyes. Her touch is expert and light but also firm and I feel emotions that I have never felt before.
She looks at me with her sensual smile and tells me "Now I'll show you what I was talking about before", she turns me towards the counter and puts her hand on my back, putting pressure on me so that I bend towards it, putting me almost at 90°. He lifts up my skirt and starts to massage my buttocks, every now and then he slaps them, every now and then the massage becomes softer alternating with intense. I'm getting all wet, I feel a great excitement for every spanking and every caress. I try to distract myself but my body reacts and I start to feel more and more pleasure.
The door opens and a male voice says "Sara what are you doing!"
I have two conflicting thoughts, the first is "Finally someone saves me from this crazy woman" and the other is "Oh, no right now on the most beautiful".
Salvatore comes in with a strong step, he looks at me while I'm with my skirt up and my backside in plain sight, he approaches and says "How many times have I told you that before you show him how to make bread you have to let him taste my baguette!" And having said that, he pulls down the zipper of his pants and unzips his hard, ready to be tasted. He turns me around and puts me on my knees, now his member is at the height of my mouth, smiles and says "take it dear, taste a little..."
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