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ix-thirty in the morning, working in my candy store, preparing a special section for St-Catherine's day; I cannot help myself but wish this day to be over with. November 25th, Old Maid's day, day of St-Catherine. I know this day has many different meaning all around the world. But here in Canada Quebec, it is the day that we celebrate women that are 25 years old and older, and not married. This year I am part of the clan.
We do so by baking homemade toffee and sweet things like Rice Crispies squares, maple fudge, etc. I remember watching my Mom doing so each year. Stretching the toffee with my Dad, both of them at one end of the kitchen applying butter on it so it may stretch easily. Then she would fold it like a sheet, and cut it into little pieces, that she would wrap in wax paper. Such a delight! I would take one and let it melt slowly in my mouth.
Well today is the day, and I am part of it. I can almost hear my customer asking me how come I am not married, or why I don't have a boyfriend. "Such a waste!" They would say. I don't have time for that in my life at the moment. I opened my candy shop about a year ago and I have given it all I've got to assure its success. And I am doing quite well I might add.
I came in earlier, to make sure that everything is ready and perfect for when I open the store at 10h00am. I have a small kitchen at the back, where I bake my sweets. I have a few imports' idem, but most of my stock is homemade. The customers love the smell when they come in, and sometimes the regular ones come to watch me bake and beg me to lick the bowl. I have two regular employees that have been with me for about six months now, a cashier and a deliveryman. It is a small business, but it has its personal touch. I do well. The bills get paid and I have a little extra left. My life is quite fulfilling, but today I feel a sensation of emptiness inside. I know it is all because of this day. Old Maid! But I am not. I am only 25 years old and I still have many years before me to find my true love. Whoever thought of that tradition? I ask myself. It doesn't matter, for me it is a day of good business.
I go take a look in my refrigerator. All my goodies are ready to be place in my displays. Perfect! Now I have to check my ratio of chocolate chip cookies. It is low. I should bake another batch before I open. My regular customers love to have one with a cup of coffee in the morning. And today I expect to have more people in because of this tradition. I can barely say the words, "Old Maid's day" How I can't wait for this day to be over!
I look at my watch. Still, three hours till opening. That gives me plenty of time to go whip up a batch of my special cookies. I put on my apron, don't want to get dirty, especially today. For some reason, I dressed up quite nicely. Usually, I wear slacks or jeans, but today I have on a short skirt. Maybe I had something to prove unconsciously. Measuring my ingredients, I hear the doorbell ring. Who could this be at this time? I wonder. As I get closer to the glass door of the store, I recognize the silhouette. It is Chris, my deliveryman. Surprise to see him this early, I let him in.
Chris is a nice looking man in his late twenty's. He is almost six feet high with a muscular built, light brown hair and blue eyes, which is studying to be an accountant. He applied for the job cause the hours suited him and he asked me if he could do my books to give him some experience. I agreed, and he does a great job. He is very punctual and never calls in sick. He is a very private person. He keeps to himself. But once in a while I manage to make him smile or blush.
I ask him to join me in the kitchen so I can finish baking my cookies. He fallows me. Once there, he tells me that he woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep, so he decided to come and give me a hand with the store before he went to classes. I thank him for his help, but I tell him that I have everything under control. Looking at him, I see disappointment in his face. I immediately try to think of something he could help me with. So I decide to ask him to pass me the ingredients I need to complete this batch of cookies. I see his face light up.
While I am baking, he notices the way I am dress, and makes a nice compliment about it. I smile. It is the first time ever that he has said something to me about my personal appearance. I am flattered. I can see that something is bothering him, but I do not dare ask what it is. Him being so private and I the employer, I prefer keeping my distance. So we make small chat, and he tells me that he will come over tonight to put the books in order.
As I reach out to take the canister of flour in the cupboard, I spill the whole thing on him. He looks like a ghost! He just stands there, in shock (I guess), with no expression on his face. Holding my face in my hands, I can't stop apologizing. I try to remove the flour from his hair and shoulders, without getting myself all dirty as well. I can't help, but start to laugh. He looks at me right in the eyes. Seeing the flour falling down from his long eyelashes, I see a kind of a spark in them and that immediately tells me that I should be on my guard.
Boy, was I right! Without warning, he takes hold of the cocoa canister and pours it all over me. Speechless, I just stair into his eyes. What a pair we make! I think to myself, then I burst out in laughter. Waiting to see my reaction, he does the same. But revenge is sweet! That is when I spotted the can of whip cream on the counter. Without him knowing, I go closer to it. Then when he is not looking at me, I grab it and start to spray him all over. Surprised, he tries to take hold of me. His face is filled with whip cream. What a sight! Then holding me tight in his arms to prevent me from spraying him, his eye's locks into mine again, but this time I see something else in them. It's desire.
He notices that I picked up on it. Feeling awkward, he turns his eyes away from mine and tries to find something to clean himself. Why did he turn away? Funny cause at that instant, I saw Chris in a whole different light, and I wanted him to kiss me. I to felt desire for him. So in seconds of thinking, all covered in cocoa and him in flour and whip cream, I grab him by the arms, look at him in the eyes and with no hesitation, I steal a kiss form his sweet lips. In awe, he looks back at me and I can see the desire in his eyes again. He whispers softly: "Finally".
Leaning against the counter, he embraces me in his arms. It feels so good. It has been a while since a man has held me like this. He takes my face in one hand and gently starts to remove the substance on it with a damped cloth. Then he kisses my forehead gently making his way to my hungry lips. I can taste the sweets on them, making me want him more. I start to lick his lips, then his cheeks. Not being able to stand this much longer, he reaches back to my lips and kisses me passionately. Our tongues find each other, and enter a dance that is so sweet to the mouth, that we can't have enough of one another.
Then, he gently lifts me up on the counter and slowly licks my neck with long strokes of his tongue. Resting on my elbows, head fallen backwards, he has full possession of my body. I feel an intense sensation invading my whole being. It is pure desire for this man, whom I would never had suspected had feelings for me. I can feel his fingers making their way under my sweater, and slowly removing it. As he does so, drops of whip cream fall on my bare stomach mixed with a light dust of cocoa. "What a delight", he whispers. I smile, loving every minute of it.
Licking and savoring me, he finally arrives to my breast that only wants to be release. As he unties my bra, he can see the effects he has on me, for my nipple's look like big nuggets of chocolate. Looking me in the eyes, he reaches for the whip cream. He can see my approval in my soul. He sprays them, then he gently licks one nipple after the other. With each stroke, my body shivers all over. Moaning softly, he starts to suck on them. This is so intense! I can feel my honey being release, moistening my secret tunnel for him.
Then he makes his way under my skirt. What a feeling! For his touch is so soft on my inner thighs that I can't barely stand it, for I want him so bad and he is teasing me and loving every minute of it. He slowly removes my moist panty, making sure to caress gently my legs, as he his doing so. Lifting myself up a bit, I try to seek his eyes. I see satisfaction in them.
Spreading my legs, caressing my inner thighs with such gentleness, he makes his way to my secret garden. Once there, and feeling my honey on his fingers, he whispers to me that this is a natural sweet that deserves to be tasted slowly. Dear God, help me! This is more than I can handle. Bending down to have his treat, he starts to tease my special spot. I feel it pulsating to his every stroke, and feel my juices flowing. Not being able to restrain myself anymore, I start to moan louder and to move my waist to his rhythm. Then I beg him to take me.
Lifting himself, he looks at me with the tenderest smile. Then releasing is erect manhood from his pants; he slowly enters it in my warm, moist secret tunnel. I scream out loud as he does so. He can feel it being sucked inside. He slides it in and out slowly, but deeply. I can feel my entire body being invaded with spasms of pleasure. It feels like heaven! Then when we are about to reach are heights, he lifts me up to taste my nipples. Moaning out loud, he picks me up in his arms. I circle him with my legs and in one deep hard stroke, I can finally feel his sweets, mixing with my honey inside of me. It feels so warm and nice.
Holding on to him so tight, I can feel his heartbeat next to mine. Then I think to myself, how come I never looked at him in that way before. Gently sitting me back on the counter and looking me in the eyes, I see love in them and so does he. He kisses me passionately, then says: " Sarah, you can't possibly know how long I have waited for this moment. I never had the courage to tell you what I felt for you. So instead of losing our friendship and work relationship, I decide to say nothing. But it drives me insane inside. I loved you the first minute I saw you, but I knew that you were not ready for a long-term relationship, so I decided to wait till the perfect moment. So that is why I came this morning. I knew how you dread this day, and decide that you would not have to be part of it, cause I am ready to love you for the rest of my life if you want me too."
In awe, before his confession, I can't help but feel so much love for this man. I wasn't planning on this to happen to me so soon. But who am I to play with the hands of faith? Softly, I reply by saying to him that I am ready to be loved and to love back also. I gently lean forward and embrace him with all of my passion. Then I whisper in his ear: " Guess the customer won't have their favorite cookies today." Laughing, he replies by saying that tonight he will come over, but not to do the books, but to practice with me, the new recipe he learn this morning.
Smiling at him, and looking into his soul, I think to myself that November 25th, Old Maid's day, is not such a bad date. For it is the beginning of a chapter of my life, with my true love.
