Sweet Things

[WickedCadrach]

Annabelle blinked to refocus, turning her palm down and rubbing her eye with the back of her wrist. The sun had gone down hours ago, but the fair would come the next day whether she was ready or not. Looking up from the floured counter, the apprentice baker gazed across the prep area to where Miss Elizabeth was turning out smart little pastries in the shape of flowers. The older woman's graceful hands, moving swift as swallows, pinched the dough and laid it out in rows as neat as tiny soldiers standing in file. And by the smell of it, she'd already moved a platoon-full to the oven.

She was truly a marvel to behold, and as Annabelle watched in amazement, she couldn't help but notice the way her dark-haired master-baker didn't seem the least bit tired despite the hour. No, in fact, she could see the edge of her black apron swaying just a little as Miss Elizabeth hummed quietly to herself. 

Annabelle had never known anyone like her. Elegant and beautiful and yet so warm. Biting her lip, the apprentice found her stare lingering on her teacher once again. Last week, Annabelle had felt her ears burning as Miss Elizabeth leaned over her shoulder, her palm pressing the back of her hand as she wove her fingers through Annabelle's and showed her how to better work the fragile filo pastry. She had such lovely hands... A few days before that, she had to bite her tongue to keep from squeaking as the older woman took her hips to shift her a moment, moving her with a gentle nudge to reach the storage where Annabelle had been standing. She did this often, little touches and guiding pulls as she passed in the close-quarters of the small bakery. And each time she did, it seemed to stop time and pull all of Annabelle's mind to where she'd been touched, the echo of it lingering in her skin. But none of these fleeting memories compared to the time she'd been rolling out the dough and Miss Elizabeth had stepped behind her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and taking her hands in hers to move the rolling pin for her, teaching her by touch, her chin over Annabelle's shoulder as she gave her instructions in that sweet voice right beside her ear. 

Suddenly a cloud of flour shot up as Annabelle's grip slipped. With a shocked squeal, her elbow collided with the icing bowl she'd set aside to firm, sending a spray of white over her apron, her chin and across her nose. And as the metal bowl rolled off and clattered to the floor, Annabelle froze. Her cheeks flushed, and a glimmer of tears formed in the corner of her eyes as embarrassment and fatigue rushed together into her face. 

"Annabelle? Are you all right?" Her teacher set down the little tart she'd been folding and crossed the room. 

But before Annabelle could think of a reply, Miss Elizabeth's look took in the situation and with a light, nearly silent laugh, she reached up and took a fingertip of icing from the tip of Annabelle's nose, inspecting it in gentle amusement. 

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

The gentle caress of her nose was to much for Annabelle. Her body aches to feel her mentors strong hands tracing the outline of her body. Listening to the angelic laugh coming from her mentor broke down her barriers. So close to her mentor she could smell the pleasant aroma of Miss Elizabeth. Watching as her mentor put her finger tip in her mouth savouring the frosting Annabelle had made.

"Your frosting tastes good Annabelle you should..." She didn't get to finish her sentence. Annabelle moved without thinking. She doesn't know why this time was different, maybe it had to do with the image of her mentor eating something she made so intimately. Maybe it was because she knew somewhere it was now or never. Moving quickly Annabelle's lips locked with her mentors.

Miss. Elizabeth shocked at first went to pull away but her body had different a idea. Her tongue slipped between Annabelle's lips. Exploring the mouth of her apprentice they held this pose for awhile. Final breaking Miss Elizabeth stutters out an apology "I am sorry Annabelle. I don't know what came over me." Her face reddens as she blushes. How long had it been since she had been held like that? Had she ever been held like that?

"It's okay Miss Elizabeth. I have wanted to do that for awhile. I just..." Now it was Miss. Elizabeth's turn to shock her apprentice. Pushing her back into the counter she passionately returned the kiss. Her hand tracing down her arm. Slowly untying her apron. Annabelle feeling the strong arms of her mentor shudders as a tiny orgasm passed through her pussy. Annabelle's Apron drops to the ground. The sound breaks the moment and Miss. Elizabeth backs away. "No we shouldn't. You are 22 now you should be finding your husband not kissing an old maid like me." Bending down she picks up Annabelle's fallen apron. 

Be bold Annabelle thinking to herself. If we end it here now. I will never know. Unbuttoning her top she spreads some of the frosting on to her chest covering her nipple. "But Miss. Elizabeth you seem to have missed a spot of the frosting." Displaying her chest to her mentor she reaches up a hand. She is either guiding her head, or Miss Elizabeth is moving on her own, or a little of both because now it didn't matter. Annabelle let's out as Miss Elizabeth's mouth encircles her nipple. Her tongue gently licking the frosting up. Annabelle let's out a moan as her mentors strong hands pull her in closer to suckle her nipple.

A fire has awoken in Miss. Elizabeth. Lowering her mentee to the floor she pulls down her skirt. Surprised that Annabelle wasn't wearing any underwear but her surprise was met with a gentle hand. Annabelle guiding her head down to her wet pussy. Miss. Elizabeth's tongue gently caress her outer lips. Her hands pressing ever so slightly on her mentees belly as her other grazes the side of her clit. Annabelle's body shakes under her mentors strong hands and agile tongue. Her body quickly orgasming to her touch.