It was a beautiful day. The sun was out, but the temperature was not too high. The clouds were big, white, and puffy. It was a beautiful day for a walk when I came across an intersection.

What better way to enjoy a lovely day than to go into town? Window shopping had long been a love of mine. Shopping was an even bigger love. As I walked along the storefronts, I saw plenty to buy and plenty to visit.

Oh, the delights of the candy shop! Old-style candy, new candy, imported candy, home-made candy - it was all there for the taking. I love candy. It is one of the reasons I run. As I was exploring the selection and filling my basket, one of the girls who works in the shop saw me and recognized me.

“Hey,” she said, motioning at my dress. “We are twins!”

Oh, yes. The girls. One of the reasons I loved the candy store was the girls, who were as sweet as their wares. Pat had worked at the shop since it first opened three years ago, a mid-20s cutie with long red hair and dark probing eyes that seemed to be able to look right through you.

I blushed a little bit. We both wore yellow sundresses, but they did not quite match. Pat’s was quite a bit shorter and showed off her generous tattoo collection.

“Well, you look a lot cuter in yours than I ever could,” I said quietly, immediately turning even redder.

She laughed, putting her hand on my forearm. She cocked her head. “You look adorable in yours. Are you still finding everything all right?”

I shook my head. “No ... there is something I have been looking for but just cannot seem to find.”

Pat bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrows. “What is it, dear?”

I gulped.

“Listen,” I said. “I know it is not the right time of year ... and I already looked through the clearance holiday stuff. But ... I have been having a craving for those creamy Easter eggs. The ones with the cream center.”

She grinned. “OMG! I love those! Those are, like, a fucking addiction, and I right?”

I nodded furiously. “I swear they are like an edible orgasm!”

Pat tilted her head and smiled. “Listen ... we do. Just, not on the sales floor.” She put her arms behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels. “We have some in the back ... if you want some.” She continued biting her lower lip.

I nodded again. Pat smiled, spun on her heels, took my hand, and led me to a doorway near the back of the store, opening it to stacks and stacks of boxes.

She spun her head for a little bit before her eyes lay on an indistinct collection of boxes in a back corner. “Ah ha ... Easter stuff!”

She walked to the pile of boxes, bent over, and sorted through them. I watched as she did so, her cute butt swaying as she searched, her sun dress creeping up just a little bit higher. My heart beat a little bit faster as I watched her.

Pat stood up straight, a box of cream Easter eggs in her hand. With a smile, she opened the box, taking one out and handing it to me. I took a bite, some of the cream filling gushing into my mouth as I let out a small groan of delight. Without a word, she put the rest of the egg into her mouth, letting it roll momentarily over her tongue before she closed her mouth and swallowed.

I felt like I was going to melt.

She took another egg from the box and handed it to me. I took a bit more of the egg again. Pat smiled again, bit her lower lip, and moved one of the straps of her dress down her shoulder, exposing one of her breasts. She placed the creamy side of the egg on her pierced nipple, then offered it to me. The perfect imprint of her nipple was visible in the cream.