Baking My Case for Christmas
by CW
Copyright© 2026 by CW
with Kelliezgirl
‘Well this sucks’, Andrew thought. He stared through the windshield of his BMW at the snow covered road ahead as the wipers swished back and forth, the falling snow was blanketing the glass just as fast as the wipers tried, in vain, to keep it clear. He was taunted by brief glimpses of the old wooden sign reading ‘ROAD CLOSED’ that blocked his path out of the small town. He’d called the local police department but was told that they couldn’t give him any estimate on when the public works crew would be able to clear the route with the storm as bad as it was. So he was stuck there for at least the night.
He sighed and checked his watch - 6:30 pm. He’d been driving since early that morning and was beat. His family was in New Hampshire and he’d made it as far as Connecticut in his beamer before he got stranded. After law school, the best firm that would take him was in North Carolina and the beamer drove just fine there were blizzards weren’t an issue. If he hadn’t been a new lawyer still paying off a huge student loan, maybe he’d have shelled out the extra money for all-wheel-drive and wouldn’t be in the situation that he was. It had been in the 50s when he’d left and it never even occurred to him to check the weather. Stuck in a small Connecticut town that he didn’t even know the name of wasn’t how he’d planned on spending his Christmas Eve.
Another sigh and he looked at the bakery that he was parked in front of.
“Kellie’s Sweet Buns” glowed the faded sign. It looked like half the bulbs had burnt out behind the plastic but it was still readable nonetheless. He could see the ‘OPEN’ sign on the door just fine though, along with a flickering neon coffee-cup with steam above it in the window. Coffee would be delicious right now, he thought.
He exited the car and was immediately shocked by the cold air buffeting his face. He’d taken his coat off in the car a long while ago; it might not have all wheel drive, but those Germans could build a heater. He considered getting back into the car for only the briefest moment before the decision was made for him by a passing SUV that threw a massive wave of snow and slush up onto him, soaking his sweater through to his skin.
“Fuck!” he yelled but even if the driver had had his window open, the roar of the storm would have drowned it out anyway. “Fuck!” he repeated anyway as he ducked back into the BMW.
He stripped off the slush drenched sweater and used the relatively dry back of it to wipe as much off his chest as he could before tossing it onto the floor and donning his winter coat. It wasn’t very thick since winters at home didn’t require it but it was better than walking into the bakery shirtless. He didn’t bother to look for a ‘No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service’ sign but it seemed like a safe bet.
He stepped inside and was immediately blasted by warm air. It took his breath away as he adjusted to it; a bell rang over his head to signal to someone, presumably the Kellie on the sign, that a customer had entered.
A young woman, maybe in her mid twenties, stepped out from a door behind the counter. She was carrying a shiny metal tray loaded with freshly baked cinnamon buns in her arms and also carried a huge, warm smile on her face. Setting the tray down atop the display counter, she welcomed her customer.
“Hi, I’m Kellie, welcome to my bakery,” she said. Her voice was soft and melodic. “I didn’t really expect any more customers today, what with the storm and all.”
“I know, it’s awful out there,” Andrew said as he shook some snow off his coat. “I’m Andrew; I’m just passing through. I was hoping to be in New Hampshire by now but the storm had other plans.”
It was then that he noticed Kellie’s apron - plain with a red and white checkered pattern on it. Nothing remarkable about it at all save for the fact that it was quickly obvious that Kellie had nothing else on beneath it. His eyes widened as they followed her smooth, white legs to the disposable booties on her feet. His gaze trailed back up, now settling on her bare hips that jutted out on both sides of the apron; an apron that was just wide enough to cover her crotch and little else. Further up, the apron was pushed out by her ample bosom and he could make out the edges of her breasts daring to pop out on either side.
Kellie let him get his eyeful of flesh before explaining. “Please don’t tell the health inspector, but I usually don’t work like this ... the bakery actually closed at 5 pm and I was just finishing up an order, guess I got a little distracted and forgot to lock up. I was invited to a Christmas party later and wanted to keep my dress clean so I figured I’d finish my baking ... al fresco, I guess you could say. I heard the door bell ring and didn’t think anything of it until now. I hope you don’t mind at all...”
Andrew was speechless for a moment as he processed what she’d said. Then he realized he was still gawking as she waited for a reply.
“Oh! Um, no! No, I don’t mind at all. It’s, um, cool with me,” he said, trying to sound casual and failing spectacularly.
“Would you like a sample?” Kellie asked. Andrew blinked, confused by the question.
“Um, sorry, what?” he stammered.
“My buns. Would you like to try them?” she asked. Her smile had turned mischievous and Andrew was even more flustered. Kellie let him off the hook as she gestured to the tray she’d set down on the counter.
“Oh!” Andrew said, suddenly coming to his senses. “Uh, sure, thank you.”
Kellie turned and took one of the warm, sticky buns from the tray. She took a step toward Andrew with it who reached for it but she pulled it away.
“Uh uh,” Kellie said, wagging a finger at him with her free hand. Andrew frowned in confusion but lowered his hand.
“You haven’t washed your hands; allow me...” Kellie held the bun up to his mouth, waiting for him to take a bite from it. The smell of cinnamon filled his nose.
Perhaps he was just cold and hungry, but it was the best pastry he’d ever tasted. The sweet, sticky frosting stuck to his upper lip.
Kellie withdrew the bun and used her finger to wipe the frosting from his face. As she stared into his eyes, she stuck the finger in her mouth, sucking the frosting from it seductively. She set the half-eaten bun back on the counter behind her before returning her attention to Andrew.
“You must be very hot,” she said. Before he could respond, she reached out for the buttons on his coat. He instinctively reached for her hands before catching himself. She waited patiently, hands on his coat, for him to relax before undoing the buttons one by one.
As she spread open the coat, she was the one caught off guard for the first time as she saw his bare skin exposed to her. She thought it strange but didn’t pry; her eyes were fixed on his chest, both on the hard muscles there and the hair that covered it.
Her fingers returned to his chest, her nails pulling gently on the hairs there. Then they raked down his front; hard enough to make him wince just a bit.
Kellie’s exposed hips teased him from around the apron and he finally made his move. Her skin was as soft as it looked and Kellie moaned as he squeezed them.
One hand rested on her side and the other caressed the back of her head, pulling her towards him. Her mouth met his and she could taste the remnants of the cinnamon bun still on his lips.
Her hand reached around to his ass cheek and returned the squeeze through his pants. Andrew took Kellie by her bottom and swooped her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her tight to his bare chest. Her nipples pressed into him through the thin fabric of the apron and his fingers dug into her soft globes, pulling them apart as the tips settled in her crack.
Without a word, Andrew carried Kellie over to the counter and set her down. Kellie gasped as the glass top of the counter contacted her bottom. Even in the warm store front, the glass felt cold on her bare skin.
Andrew’s hands found the knotted ropes holding the apron closed behind her and freed them, allowing them to fall to the sides. Kellie made the next move and grasped the bottom of the apron, pulling it up and over her head before tossing it to the side.
For the first time, her naked form was fully exposed to Andrew. He gazed at her for a long moment, eyeing her curves. Kellie rested her hands on his shoulders and gently guided him downward.
Taking the hint, he let himself be directed down to Kellie’s chest. He took one of her hard nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he ran his hands along her sides. Kellie closed her eyes and moaned before gasping as his teeth bit down on her nub just hard enough to make her feel it.
Down he continued on his own until he reached Kellie’s bare pussy, the pink lips staring back at him. His mouth met her privates and placed a light kiss on them. Kellie, eyes still closed, moaned and moved her hands to the back of his hard, pulling him in tighter against her crotch.
His tongue ran along her labia; she was even more delicious than the bun. His fingers reached between her thighs and spread her womanhood apart, exposing her to him. She moaned as he leaned forward and felt his nose press inside her.
He found her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue; he was rewarded with a long moan of pleasure and his head was shoved even harder against her pelvis. Another brush from his tongue and her thighs pressed on the sides of his face. She could feel the stubble from his five o’clock shadow there.
“Oh, Andrew...” Flick, flick went his tongue, tickling her nub. His hands clenched her ass cheeks as he ate her to ecstasy.
One hand left her bottom and worked its way to her front; two digits slipped their way between the wet folds of her slit. His tongue turned to making small circles on her button as his fingers worked themselves in and out of her.
Finally his lips closed down on her clit as his hand pushed all the way in and she cried out with pleasure.
“Oh FUCK!” she screamed into the empty store. For a brief moment, the hollowing of the storm outside was drowned out by the sounds of Kellie’s orgasm.
She rocked her pelvis over and over against Andrew’s face while her hands clenched hard against his head.
Eventually, she started to fall backward, momentarily forgetting she was perched atop the counter. Andrew quickly threw his hands around her waist, grabbing her before she could stumble back.
“Oh, shit!” Kellie blurted, her eyes opening with alarm as she realized what was happening. She sat back up and smiled down at Andrew.
“That was amazing,” she said. Andrew returned the smile.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“So, where are you staying?” she asked, still perched naked atop the counter. Her feet kicked idly in the air.
Andrew shrugged. “I tried calling both of the motels in the area; they were booked so it looks like I’m stuck until the roads are cleared. I was planning on grabbing a cup of coffee and sleeping in my car until the storm ended.” He shrugged again.
“Absolutely not,” Kellie said immediately. “You can stay at my place. My Jeep is out back and it’s much better suited for this kind of New England weather than your car.”
“Thank you, that’s very kind, but I wouldn’t want to impose. Especially since you have a party to get to.”
Kellie waved him off. “I did but it got canceled due to the storm. Even though we are used to snow around here, blizzards like this still ruin plans. So I’m free for the night and I absolutely insist. End of discussion.”
“Ok,” Andrew said with a smile. “End of discussion it is.”
Kellie slid down from the counter onto the floor. “Just let me grab my coat.” She gave her butt a shake at him and grinned over her shoulder as she disappeared through the door to the back.
Andrew put his own coat back on and Kellie returned mere seconds later; it was clear that she’d done exactly what she’d said she was going to - gotten her coat and nothing else. The coat was buttoned but her cleavage was clearly visible.
She’d only zipped up the jacket to the base of her full breasts, and they were struggling against the material. It was a long jacket, but not long enough to disguise the fact that she hadn’t bothered with any other clothing except a pair of fur trimmed snow boots.
“Um, aren’t you-” Andrew started to say but Kellie cut him off.
“I’m ready. Let’s hit the road. I remote started my Jeep and it’s running out back. Though, we should probably kill a few minutes so those heated seats have a chance to kick in...”
She tilted her head as she ran a hand over one of her ass cheeks. She stepped forward and reached out, cupping the bulge in his pants with one hand as she leaned toward him.
She tilted her head up and Andrew took the hint, bending down to meet her lips. He held the back of her head and she used her free hand to grab his ass, pulling him tighter against her.
Her hand on his crotch kneaded the mound there, squeezing it hard enough until Andrew moaned in response; it was music to Kellie’s ears.
She then switched to rubbing her palm up and down against the front of his pants; to both their surprises, his erection being held back by the pants swelled even more than it already was, straining against the fabric.
Andrew kept kissing her soft, warm lips as Kellie masturbated him through his pants; then, abruptly, as his breathing started to change, Kellie withdrew her hand and pulled away from his embrace.
“Uh uh,” she said, wagging a finger at him. “That’s just about enough for the time being. The Jeep should be warm enough now so my bottom doesn’t get chilly.” She turned and shook her bottom at him again as she took his hand and led him away.
Kellie’s yellow 4 door Wrangler was waiting behind the bakery, idling there just as she’d said. Andrew had a brief feeling of inferiority about his BMW as he stared at the lifted Jeep with its large mud tires, winch on the front and what looked like some sort of jack bolted to the hood. Across both of the doors were black wolverine slash decals, like the Jeep had survived some sort of attack.
BEEP BEEP went the Jeep as Kellie clicked the button in her coat pocket. She hopped into the driver’s seat and Andrew went around to ride shotgun.
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