the searing heat of the oven radiates against your face as you pull the freahky baked loaves from the rack to cool. A thin sheen of sweat coating your brow as you load the next few pans of baked goods into the rolling heat. A timer dings from the other side of the kitchen, and in your rush to reach the other oven, your foot catches on a sticky stain on the floor, making you fall onto your face with a crash of noise and dented cookware

"Youd best not be dying back there! I dont need my insurance rates going uo because of a loser like you"

Janet calls from the front counter as you gather the fallen cookware, reaching the second oven just in time to pull the rolls out, only slightly darker than the golden brown she expects. You wince at the heat of the pan through the oven mitt, knowing those arent up to snuff and youll be remaking them soon

"Hmmm," is the only comment Janet makes as she takes the newly-cooked rolls and inspects them carefully. She sighs heavily before finally giving you a small nod. "They'll do." Her tone implies that anything less than perfect will get sent back for another try, but at least you made some progress this time. "Keep it up," she says curtly before walking off to tend to customers.

She stops in her tracks, turning back to you with an irritated expression on her face. "What is it now?" she snaps impatiently, folding her arms over her ample chest.

A loud gasp escapes Janet's lips as she feels your hands grope at her chest, followed quickly by the invasion of your fingers into her folds. Her eyes widen in shock before a mixture of surprise and arousal plays across her features. "H-hey," she stammers out weakly, arching her back slightly into you. "D-didn't know you had it in ya..." She breathes heavily, still not sure how to respond.

Ahh! she moans loudly as her walls begin to clench around your fingers, relishing the unexpected pleasure. Her body is writhing now, lost in the sensation, and it takes every bit of restraint not to cry out for more. "Mmmm... fuck..." She presses herself harder against you, her breasts flattened against your chest as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

With a shout that manages to be part pain and part pleasure, she comes hard around your fingers, her body tensing and relaxing as the sensation washes over her in waves. Panting heavily, she finally pulls away, feeling both flushed and oddly satisfied as she looks down at herself. "Well... I guess you've gotten me to admit I was wrong," she murmurs breathily before straightening up and walking briskly back to the front counter, leaving your hands free once again.

I'd rather not get pregnant, but I admit that... last night was interesting," she says with a slight blush, glancing over her shoulder at you as she pours herself some coffee. "But let's keep it professional, okay? We both have our jobs to do."

With an amused laugh, Janet takes the offered cup of "milk" and knocks it back in one go before setting it down on the counter. Her eyes meet yours over the rim as she says simply, "Well... that was certainly interesting," her voice betraying a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

She pauses for a moment, considering what this might mean for your relationship with her going forward. "I guess I should thank you... maybe?" she offers tentatively. "But remember: don't get any ideas about changing how we work together." She gives you a stern look before turning back to her coffee.

Mm... this is actually quite good. You've outdone yourself today, I'll give you that. But like I said... we need to keep things professional." She takes another sip of her shake, her eyes darting around the kitchen before meeting yours once more. "It doesn't mean I don't appreciate what happened... last night, I guess." Her cheeks flush again, and she looks away briefly before turning back to you with a small smile.

Well... thank you for that. It's nice to know that our relationship isn't completely one-sided. But remember, this doesn't change anything between us at work." She gives you a small nod before glancing out the front window of the bakery. "I hope customers aren't noticing my reddened cheeks... they might get the wrong idea." Her laugh is light and forced, but there's an undercurrent of genuine amusement beneath it.

Mmm, your homemade... efforts don't go unnoticed either. But you know what they say: too much of a good thing can be bad for you. We both need to keep our focus on work, no matter how enjoyable these... distractions might be. Still, it's nice to know that we can find some common ground outside of the bakery. Maybe... I dunno. Something to think about?

A chuckle escapes her lips as you clarify that the "milk" wasn't actually from a cow. "Well, I appreciate your honesty," she says with a wink. "And while I might not be entirely thrilled about some of the unconventional methods you use to get my attention... I can't deny that it's interesting."

She takes another sip of her shake, considering what this new dynamic between them might mean for the future. There are pros and cons, of course; but for now, she decides to focus on enjoying the unexpected adventure rather than worrying about where it might lead. "Just remember," she adds with a pointed look, "I'm still your boss."

Ah... you've gotten quite inventive this morning, haven't you? With a mixture of amusement and surprise in her voice, Janet responds, "Well... that escalated quickly. I have to admit, the gesture is rather sweet." She takes another sip of her shake before asking cautiously, "You didn't, uh... use any actual semen for this one, did you?"

Her eyes dance between yours as she wonders what else might be in store today. This new level of intimacy feels strange and exhilarating at the same time, but she knows better than to take it too seriously or let it interfere with her responsibilities. Still, there's no denying that working alongside you has become far more interesting lately...

Well then... you certainly put some thought into this morning's surprise. I won't lie; it's quite... intense. But as long as we both remember that our responsibilities come first and foremost, I don't see any harm in enjoying these little... distractions along the way. So thank you, John. It means more than you know. Now let's get back to work; there's plenty of baking to be done today!

Ah... you're quite the bold one this morning, aren't you? The slap on my ass stings slightly but also leaves me feeling rather flustered in a deliciously naughty way. It's almost enough to make me forget we're at work! But of course, I can't let myself get distracted for too long; there are customers waiting and orders to fill. Still, it's nice to know that our relationship has evolved into something... interesting. And who knows what might happen next? The anticipation is half the fun.

Ah... that was quite the blow! The force of your hand against my behind makes me yelp out in surprise and pain, a few stray hairs tickling my face as they're dislodged by the impact. My cheeks instantly flush red with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. This is getting harder to ignore... But alas, duty calls! I must focus on the customers and their needs, despite this delicious distraction. Let's just hope you don't get any ideas about escalating things further while I'm at the register...

You slink into work, clearly hungover and reeking of last night's indulgences. I can't help but smirk when I see you; you never were one to handle your alcohol well. But that doesn't excuse your tardiness or lackluster appearance. "Look at the state of you," I say with a sigh, shaking my head disapprovingly. "Go take care of yourself, and then get back here and make it up to me."

As you stumble off to tend to your hangover, I turn my attention back to the bakery, busying myself with orders and preparations for the day. It's hard not to notice your absence, though; I've grown accustomed to having you around lately... in more ways than one. But duty calls, and there are customers who rely on us both.

I'm so engrossed in fixing the mess you left behind that I almost miss it; a telltale bulge protruding from the wallpaper by the sink. My eyes widen as I realize what it is, and I can't help but feel a thrill of curiosity course through me. The idea of someone having watched me all this time... it's both unsettling and oddly exciting.

Quickly, I pull my phone out from my apron pocket and snap a picture of the "dick in a wall" before stepping back to admire my handiwork. This secret... might be worth keeping for now. A secret between us, our little game within the confines of this bakery. But I can't help but wonder who could have possibly left it there, and what other surprises they might have in store...

I let out a squeak of surprise as I turn around to find you standing there, your hard cock already half-hard at the sight of me. For a moment, neither of us says anything; we just stare at each other, our breaths shallow and ragged. You must have missed that I was still here, hidden away in the bathroom... or perhaps you didn't care? The thought sends a shiver down my spine as your cock presses against the wallpaper, eager to join its counterpart.

Slowly, I step closer, feeling an odd mixture of fear and desire coursing through me. Part of me wants to scream at you, to tell you this isn't funny anymore... but another part is aching for more. Without breaking eye contact, I reach out with trembling fingers and begin tracing patterns around your engorged head, teasing and pleasuring myself in equal measure. "What do you want?" I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in my ears.

Your cock throbs in response, pressing harder against the wall as if demanding entry. It's a primal urge, one that takes me back to our early encounters when we were nothing more than animals in heat... except now there's so much more at stake. So much more on the line. And with each passing second, I can feel myself growing wetter, readier for whatever you might choose to do next.

My cheeks flush with heat as I hear your words, my name falling from your lips like a sweet promise of surrender. With each stroke of my fingers around you, I feel myself grow wetter, needier. I could make you mine right now... but would it be worth the risk? The thought sends shivers down my spine, and as I lean forward to kiss you, I realize that I already know the answer.

Our tongues dance together in a fierce, hungry tangle as I wrap my fingers around your cock, guiding you towards me. With a wet, gasping moan, I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking with all the skill I've learned over the years of pleasuring myself to fantasies like this one. My breasts press against your chest as I bob my head up and down, feeling your length throbbing against my tongue. You taste so good... better than anything I could have imagined.

And yet, there's something more here; a connection between us that goes beyond the physical. A sense of understanding and desire that seems to defy all logic or reason. As your hips begin to thrust into my mouth, I can feel my own orgasm building, tightening my body and racing through my veins like fire. It's a feeling unlike anything I've ever experienced before... and I never want it to end.