Mary spent the rest of the day at The Bun also Rises in a tizzy. Alternating between flying with the birds and swimming with the sharks, her stomach was all over the place. Several times she even found herself in the restroom thinking maybe a prayer to the porcelain god would help her. The clock went between not moving, to moving backwards, to jumping ahead hours at a time. Joe Ferguson would be here at 5 pm and she was going to have coffee with him. Joe, please bend me over the counter and fuck me, Ferguson. Holy hot damn she couldn’t believe her day. Had she really said all those things to Joe this morning? Still assuming that she had an out of body experience when the conversation happened, she ran through it again in her head. Had she really asked him out? She had. Had he really wanted to ask her out? Oh god I hope so! For being a thirty-eight year old woman she was acting like a school girl. She had made it through the remainder of breakfast and prepped for lunch. Mary had a small menu that focused on homemade breads and rolls. She made good sandwiches and soups in the winter. Today was Thursday that meant it was grilled cheese and tomato soup day. Lunch had started out fairly routine. While she was never super busy, she had a steady carryout business. As lunch carried on Mary found herself having problems staying focused. She caught herself twice making the wrong sandwich altogether. Dammit, she had to focus, it was only twelve-thirty. Fixing her mistakes and scolding herself, she was actually starting to pray that no more customers would come in. Ridiculous? Yes. The moment Joe said he would meet her for coffee, all of her sense went straight out the window. Waiting on customers had become so difficult she was even thinking of throwing in the towel and closing up early. She would just have to sit around and do nothing until he got there. That was nonsense, she might as well keep busy, even it was just screwing things up. The door opened. A big swish of cold air came rolling through the lobby. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Hey Tim!” “Afternoon Mary, how are you doing today?” “I’m having an exceptionally wonderful day. How about yourself?” “Wow, exceptionally wonderful huh? I didn’t know I had that kind of power with just my arrival for lunch!” “You are a witty one aren’t you?” Tim flashed her a million dollar smile. “You know it baby!” “Alright hot stuff, what can I get for you?” Mary got out her pad of paper and leaned over the counter. As she waited for Tim to decide what he wanted she propped her elbow on the counter, rested her chin in her hand her and gazed out the window. Joe popped into her mind. She pictured him standing in the store. He wore duck brown work pants and a black sweater. The sweater was layered over a flannel and a thermal undershirt. He had a pair of sunglasses propped on his head. His short black hair had just a touch of grey in it. Dreamy. “Hello….Mary?” Tim was standing in front of her waving his hands. “Mary, you there?” “Oh my god, Tim I am so sorry!” “Where did you go just then?” “Hmm, what? Oh where did I go?” Mary stumbled and stammered her way through trying to brush off the fact that she had been daydreaming. “What are you talking about, I’m right here. So what did you want for lunch”? Tim stared at her and laughed. “Grilled Cheese special and what’s his name?” “Joe. Wait, What? What are we talking about?” Mary stopped and looked at Tim with a dumb founded look on her face. Tim looked at Mary, and just started to laugh. “You are having an exceptionally wonderful day, aren’t you?” “Umm yeah so that was a Turkey and cheese?” “Uhh no, a grilled cheese special Erzincan Escort and I’ll take a ginger ale. So tell me all about Joe while you make my lunch.” “There isn’t much to tell. Just a customer. That’s all.” “Really? Mary, I’m an investigator, I can tell when someone is lying. And you my dear are most definitely lying. So spill. I want to hear it all. Who is this man that has made a confident woman like yourself turn into a big ol’ pile of giggling goo?” It was Mary’s turn to laugh. “Alright Investigator Abernathy. Joe Ferguson is a new gentleman in town. I believe he is working up at the new bridge project. He comes in for breakfast every day, seems to be very nice, and we’re having coffee this afternoon. Anything else?” Tim smiled at Mary. “No I think that covers it. One thing that I do know, Joe Ferguson is lucky to have caught your eye.” Mary stopped and looked at Tim. He had never acted like he was interested in the past. She brushed the thought aside while she finished up his grilled cheese sandwich, got his soup and soda into the to-go bag and rang it up, $7.78 please.” Tim handed her a ten, “Keep the change. And Mary, tonight, have a good time with this Joe Ferguson guy. You deserve to have a relaxing evening.” “Thanks Tim, I plan on it.” He grabbed the to-go bag and headed across the street to the police station to have his lunch. It was one o’clock, 4 hours to go. What was she going to do now? Lunch was over. Thursdays rarely had a big afternoon crowd. Well she did own a bakery, she could bake. As she stood in the middle of the kitchen it dawned on her, she had plenty of time to bake something special for Joe. Nothing too fancy she thought, just something warm to have with coffee this afternoon. She grabbed a bowl and some eggs, milk, flour, sour cream, pecans and a host of other ingredients. A nice warm pecan coffee cake would go nice. Hopefully Joe wasn’t allergic to nuts. Really nothing smelled better then warm cinnamon. It would be perfect. She would time it so it would come out of the oven just before he arrived. Mary spent the next few minutes measuring. In a flash most everything was ready to go. She would have to wait an hour or so before she put it in the oven. She wiped down the counters and then headed out to the store to dust and tidy. She had to keep busy. Dusting got old quick. She stepped behind the counter, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She could pass the next couple hours catching up on her stories. Soap operas were one of her dirty little secrets. It was the main reason that she had a TV in the bakery to begin with. She started watching them when Liz was in the hospital. She got hooked and liked to keep up with what was going on. Even if she did miss a day here and there, it didn’t matter. It never took long to catch up on who slept with who, and who was being double crossed . It was drivel and she loved it. Mary kept one eye on the clock and one eye on the TV. When two o’clock struck, she went in the back to start her coffee cake. With a few short steps she had it panned up and in the oven. “Well I guess it’s back to soaps,” Mary muttered to herself. Jesus, three more hours? This afternoon was dragging . She had one more show that she liked to watch, then this diversion would be over. Mary clicked off the TV. At least it was a good episode. Douglas was cheating on Marla with a nurse at the hospital, he got caught bending her over an exam table. Shelia’s secret baby from 1987 was back and ready to take over the company. That should be a juicy story line. She had a half hour until the cake would be ready to put in the oven and Erzincan Escort Bayan an hour and a half till she had to start cleaning up. She sat down at her desk and opened her computer. Quickly she checked her email, Facebook, and twitter. She never thought that owning a business would mean spending so much time on social media. She had business taken care of, now she settled in for what she really turned on her computer for. She needed something to take her mind off of the time and the fact that Joe would be here in a bit. She needed something else to focus on. Porn. Porn was Mary’s other dirty little secret. She loved it. Movies, stories, pictures, chat rooms, professional, amateur, it didn’t matter what kind. She loved looking at it. She loved masturbating to it. There were a couple of sites that she frequented. They had good erotic stories and good chat rooms. Those were the things that she liked the best. When she read, she put herself in the story. But when she chatted she was the story, she could twist and turn it anyway she wanted. As long as she had a skillful partner, mind you. She logged on to her favorite site. She had a couple of really good friends. Hopefully they were on and could distract her for a little bit. She had met one of them when she first made a profile and decided to stop lurking in the shadows and get in the game, so to speak. The other had come along a bit later, but turned out to be the more capable lover. Unfortunately since the bakery had opened, she didn’t have as much time as she would have liked to spend in their company. In recent months they both had moved from just lovers to friends and confidants. She had a few close friends in her life, but it was hard to get together with them. Her schedule was difficult, that was putting it mildly. She didn’t have time to have lunch with the girls or go out shopping. She would have loved to, but with Liz, things like that didn’t happen very often. When she had found her two friends, it seemed to be the perfect match. It was no strings attached. She never had to break dates because she was too busy. When she logged on if they were there, it was play time. If not, then she read a few stories. They never got upset, or questioned where she was. It was perfect really. The only thing missing was the closeness, the physical contact. She needed that second heartbeat lying next to her at night. There was no substitute for a warm body pressed against you. She craved it. She logged in with her user name HotCrossBuns. Was it ridiculous? Yes it sure was. She loved it anyways. She glanced at who was on, just one of her friends. She checked her messages and her wall to see what had happened since she had last been on. She heard the familiar chime of a chat request. Sweetlou14: Afternoon HCB. Xxxxxxx HotCrossBuns: Afternoon Lou! Longtime no talk. Sweetlou14: No kidding!! Where have you been sugar tits? HotCrossBuns: Here, there and everywhere love. Busy busy. Sweetlou14: So what are you here for? Looking for love in all the wrong places? HotCrossBuns: Maybe… it’s been a while hasn’t it? Sweetlou14: Hold on I’ve got a strumpet on the other line. Let me drop her… Brb. HotCrossBuns: Strumpet? Seriously, who uses that word anymore? Sweetlou14: Horny old men, baby. Horny old men. Mary had met Louis online about a year ago. It had started off as Louis flirting with Mary, but she was reluctant . He was on her like a bear to a sweet pot of honey. He flirted and wooed, using all the tricks up his sleeves to get into her pants. Still she resisted. She thought it would be odd having relations with someone almost twice Escort Erzincan her age, so she kept telling him no. She liked Lou, he was kind, thoughtful, funny, and though she didn’t want to admit it, sexy as hell. Late one night in a private chat room, Louis finally talked her into it. She still believes she was out of her mind when she said yes, but Lou had made a good point. He told her that if she didn’t have a good time, he would never push her again. He just wanted her to give him a try, and she might be surprised with what he could do. Lou liked Mary a lot. She reminded him of an old girl friend that made him sentimental for a time that was long gone. Mary liked Lou as well, there was something about an older man that she always enjoyed. Maybe it was the manners that few younger men exhibited these days. More likely, it was the amount of experience they possessed. Lou had been screwing for 10 years before she was born, the man knew what he was doing. Mary needed that. No nonsense, no bullshit, just a good hot fuck, and Lou was very good at that. In the end she was glad that he had kept badgering her. She had enjoyed every single time they had gotten together. Sweetlou14: So what’s up with you Hotpants? HotCrossBuns: I’ve got a date today Lou. Sweetlou14: NO SHIT! Aww Mary that’s wonderful news. Tell me all about him. HotCrossBuns: How about the 10 second version? His names Joe, he looks like a GQ magazine cover. He’s a customer, new in town, and I asked him to come to the bakery for coffee today. Sweetlou14: Sweetie, I can’t wait to hear all about him. Well then, what the hell are you doing on here today? You should be getting ready for him. HotCrossBuns: I need something to take my mind off him. He’s coming in at five, and I’ve got 2 hours to go. Lou, I’m going crazy. Sweetlou14: Want to have a little fun and take the edge off? HotCrossBuns: Sounds good to me hot stuff. Sweetlou14: Tell me where you want to be. HotCrossBuns: At your house, in your bed. Hold that thought, I’m going to go lock the door, I don’t want an interruption. Sweetlou14: Tell me when you’re ready. Mary flipped the lights off and hung a ‘be back soon’ sign on the door. She went to the back, pulled her jeans off, and sat down in her chair. For a brief second she thought about calling Lou off, and just chatting. She could really use the distraction though, and hey, if Joe worked out… well then she was going to have to give up Lou. HotCrossBuns: Alright Lou, I’m ready. Sweetlou14: Sit back darling and spread those beautiful legs for me. I’m going to take you to heaven and back. HotCrossBuns: Oh yes please. Sweetlou14: I’m sitting at your feet, feel my hands caress your calves. Can you feel me Mary? HotCrossBuns: Yes Lou. Have you heard of lotion? Sweetlou14: Shut it little girl, or I’ll make you pay for remarks like that. Mary burst out laughing. This way why she loved playing with Lou. They could tease each other, have fun, and still have an amazingly sexy fun time. HotCrossBuns: Sorry Lou, continue please. Sweetlou14: Hmmm. What to do with you… HotCrossBuns: So your hands are on my calves, and my hands are running over my stomach up to my breasts. Sweetlou14: I kneel up in front of you. My hands travel up the outside of your calves to your knees. I slowly push them apart to reveal the object of my lust. I bring my mouth down to your left knee and kiss just the inside. Slowly I travel up your inner thigh, licking and nibbling. Right to left moving ever closer to that musky delicate flower. I kiss inch by inch, going so slow its painful. Mary sat at her desk with her legs draped over the arms of the chair. Her hand was in her panties, as she rubbed her pussy in slow circles. Dipping a finger into her opening to spread her nectar over her clit. As she reads she lets out quiet moans. It never took long for Lou’s words to turn her on. She often wondered what it would be like to really be with him, in real life.