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She was tired. She was tired and lonely. She was tired, lonely and horny, it was 4:30am and she was on her way to work. For all the wonderful things people say about owning your own business, they fail to mention how you won't have a sex life, a decent nights sleep or a conversation longer than two minutes. Coincidentally that's the time it takes to make a cup of coffee and pass a dozen cookies across the counter. She blindly stumbled through the back door, having to walk most of the way in the dark till she hit a light switch. Hell she really didn't need to turn the lights on, she knew where everything was, the dial for the flat top, the knob for the oven, hood fans, dishwasher and the lights for the store. Holy hell she was tired. Sleep was something that liked to elude her. With all the worry about the bakery, her ill sister and the running of a household, she was spending too much time up late at night robbing Peter to pay Paul. Stretching the few pennies that she did have to cover the mountain of bills that never got smaller had become an art form, and she was Degas. ?It'll all be worth it in the end,? she mumbled under her breath. It was more a mantra for her then it was a statement of truth. She wanted desperately to believe it, but it was hard to see this all through to the end. There was just too much uncertainty in her life. She pulled out all trays from the case, unwrapped them, hit the brew button on the coffee maker and pulled out the turnovers and croissants from the fridge to proof. It was 5 am. Time to open The Bun also Rises. Who in the hell set these hours? She went into the back and started production for the day. Her first customer wouldn't be long, but she did have a bit of time to get some things started before the morning rush began. Muddling through her list of chores, she got lost in her thoughts. Lately all of her daydreams had been about one thing, well one person. The first man that had caught her eye in a while. Mr 8:56. Sweet Jesus, that man was hot. She continued with her chores and customers for the morning. Always with an eye to the clock. Just waiting and watching the minutes tick by. It was almost time, 8:30. She went into the back and looked at herself in the mirror. Well, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. At 38, she had held up pretty well. She didn't think she was a bad looking girl. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. Besides, what's the old saying? Never trust a skinny cook, that goes for bakers too. She was middle of the road, soft and round in the right places. She had a full round ass that she caught the locals taking a peek at more often then not. She adjusted the girls. ?Still looking good ladies,? she said to her Bostancı Escort (http://www.escortgirl.info/) breasts. Nice and full, not too big, good handfuls. Even though it was winter, she liked to wear a low cut shirt, nothing slutty mind you, but give the customers that were looking something to look at. Besides when the girls were out, the tips were better. She brushed her long brown hair quick and replaced the ponytail holder. It was getting to be about that time that she would have to cut her hair. Get herself an ?old lady? cut. Well she kept saying she was going to do it, but every time she went to the salon, it always ended up being just a trim. She couldn't part with it. She knew it made her look good, especially when she let it down and it would just brush along the top of her ass when she walked. Hey, there was nothing wrong with bringing a bit of attention to some of her finer 'assets'. Ha! She laughed to herself. Sometimes she did crack herself up. Alright, back to the situation at hand. T-minus seven minutes. She tried to brush the flour from her shirt and get the dough out from under her finger nails. She never wore makeup to the bakery, but since he had started coming in she kept a tube of lip gloss. She grabbed it out of her purse and quick swiped it across her full lips. She dug the crusties out from the corner of her eyes, and pinched her cheeks to redden them up. That was all she had, it was as good as it was going to get. He had been making eyes at her up till now. Hopefully today would be no different. Mr 8:56 had been coming into the bakery for a few weeks. Always the same order; a croissant, a small cup of coffee, two creams and one sugar. A smile came to her face as the door chime rang and the cold air rushed in. Four minutes to nine, right on time. She turned around and there he was. She saw him every day, and everyday he took her breath away. He was tall and elegant. He glided more then walked; he moved with the ease of a cat stalking its prey. ?Morning my sweet thing, you're looking lovely as always.? Did normal eyes sparkle like that? And really, how does a man smell so incredibly good? ?Ha! You're a liar and you know it, look at me... I'm a hot mess.? ?Me? Never! Mary, you look divine, as you do every morning. And what's more, you know it.? Every morning they had the same conversation. He told her how pretty she was, she called him out on it. They made eyes at each other, he handed over the four dollars for the bill. Mary passed him a warm croissant and his coffee. He would wink at her, and say ?au revior, mon petit choux?. Her panties would get damp and he would leave. Mary didn't even know his name. He had been coming in for a while Bostancı Escort Bayan (http://www.escortgirl.info/) and they had gotten to that awkward part where she should have asked his name by now, but didn't. So now she couldn't, because now it would just be weird. And with this man, this tall, hot, melt her heart, soak her panties, make her eyes roll back in her head when she thinks about him, man. This man, she did not want to have anything weird with. He was the best part of the morning. How much longer could she let this go on? She wanted to jump over the counter and attack him. Peel his clothes off and let him take her right there in the lobby. She wanted to feel his chest pressed against her back as he drove into her. His hands kneading her breasts as he licked and bit at her neck. She needed to feel him fill her. Alright, she needed to say something, maybe ask him back for coffee in the afternoon, or out for a drink in the evening? It would be hard to get out of the house, but she had to at least try. Evenings were when she took care of her sister, so she didn't have to pay for a nurse to come in. But she deserved this. She'd been working her fingers to the bone for months on end. Dammit, it was her turn. Mary had been alone far too long. There wasn't much of a selection in this small town. There had been some dates, but nothing was serious. She would get a couple kisses at the end of the night and that really seemed to be it. Even those kisses were blasé. No one had gotten into her pants in a long time, not that she didn't want them there, there just wasn't anyone interesting. Frankly after some of those lackluster dates she went home to her vibrator and had a much better time than she would have had with the guy. Ugh. How freaking depressing was that? Can pussies be born again? Really it had been so long since a man had fucked her, she had to be a virgin again. Mr 8:56 was beginning to look like her last hope. The one and only road out of spinster-ville. The last train. Back standing at the bench and kneading the bread dough, she made her decision. She couldn't sit idly and watch life pass her by. Tomorrow would be the day. She would say something, ask a few more questions. Be a bit more forward. Tomorrow was going to be her day. Later, after she had gotten her sister settled for bed, she spent the rest of the evening in the bathroom. It was time to bring herself back to life. She lit a few candles and drew herself a bath. She had made up her mind that it was time to have a bit more ?me? time. Enough of always breaking her back for others and coming away empty. She would always take care of her sister, but she had to draw the line somewhere. She Escort Bostancı (http://www.escortgirl.info/) was going to start to pare down some of the extras in her life, the volunteer work, and all the volunteering she did in the community. That stuff was still important but, dammit, so was she. Mary got her arsenal and placed it on the edge of the tub. Undressing, she looked in the mirror. For a girl in late thirties she was doing well. Her hands ran across her stomach and up towards her full breasts. Cupping them she felt their weight, her thumbs grazed her nipples and they became taunt under her touch. She could feel the stirring between her thighs. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she pinched and rolled her dark rosy nipples. Like little jolts, excitement ran from her tits right to her pussy. Oh yes indeed, tonight was going to be all about her. She dumped a cap full of her favorite bath salts in the tub and sat down on the edge. She dipped her arm into the warm water and swirled it around mixing in the salts. She was surrounded by the heavenly scent of cherry blossoms. She swung her legs over the edges and dipped her toes in to the hot water. Mary let out a long sigh and slowly lowered herself into the tub. When was the last time that she had taken a bath? Really, when was the last time she had taken a bath? She honestly couldn't remember. It had been hurry up and rush here and there for so long now. Liz had been sick for three long trying years. When she was diagnosed, it had been hospital visits and Doctors visits and calls to the insurance company. Now, for the most part, that was over. Sure, Mary still packed her up in the car and carted her here and there when she needed to go, but it had slowed down. With the home health aides coming in and doing a lot of the basic care for her, Mary was almost her sister again, instead of being her primary care giver. Her head rested against a folded up towel, she sank deeper and deeper into the water. She was starting to relax. She could feel the tension slowly escaping her body. The warm water was up to her chin and steam was filling the air of her little bathroom. Mary pushed the thought of Liz from her mind. ?No more worrying, at least for now. Give yourself a night off.? She demanded of herself. She reached into the 'arsenal' on the side of the tub. It was time to get down to business. She got out a new razor and went to work. No more nonsense. Working her way up her leg, she caught every hair. Cleaning the blade she started again, ankle to thigh, smooth as a babies bottom. Now, time for the big one. It looked like a 1970's porno down there. Her bush was so full it would make Kay Parker proud. It was time for it to go. She lifted herself out of the tub and sat on the cold porcelain ledge. Oh good heavens, she was going to have to use scissors. This was just ridiculous. ?Never again, never, never, never, again,? she shook her head. A few snips here and a few snips there, much more manageable. Mary got out the shave cream and lathered her pussy up.