Cream Play with the Busty Baker in the Spring City Bakery

My name is Jun. I'm just an ordinary guy working at a small delivery company in town. Twenty-five years old and a virgin. My job is pedaling my bike around the city every day, delivering packages. This time of year in spring, I enjoy riding along paths where cherry blossom petals dance a little. The breeze is gentle and I don't sweat much. But a change came to that routine because of Tami, the girl I met at the city bakery called Blossom.

It was my usual route. Around ten in the morning before lunch, I deliver a box of ingredients to the bakery. Sunlight pours into the shop, and the cherry blossom trees outside are reflected in the glass windows. Behind the counter, Tami was arranging bread in her apron. She's the bakery's baker and a famous beauty in the neighborhood. Her black hair is tied in a ponytail with a bit of flour on her cheek, which looks oddly cute. But what really catches the eye is her chest. Those full, ample breasts that can't be hidden under the apron. To a virgin like me, they look plump like ripe fruit, and my gaze is irresistibly drawn to them.

"Jun, you're here again? This load looks heavy today. Want some help?"

Tami's voice is bright, mixed with the sweet scent of butter. As I carry the box to the kitchen entrance, I feel my cheeks heating up. We've become acquainted since I started making deliveries to this bakery. At first it was just work greetings, but lately we've been talking more. Tami is twenty-seven and says she loves making bread. My delivery stories should be boring, yet she always listens with a smile.

"Yeah, it's heavy. But for Tami, it feels lighter."

She chuckled at my joke. The kitchen door was slightly open, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted out. Sweet and warm, it tickled my nose. Blended with the spring air, it made my heart feel light. As I set down the load and tried to leave the shop, Tami came after me.

"Hey, Jun. After work, how about some tea sometime? We can relax out back at the bakery."

That was the beginning of our encounters. Starting from that casual invitation, we began dates after work. When Tami's shift ended, we'd meet at the park near the bakery. Under the cherry trees, we shared sandwiches she made. Tami's smile was as lovely as spring flowers, but every time her cleavage peeked from her apron, my fantasies ran wild. At night, this virgin imagines her ample breasts and gets restless alone. What would that soft-looking fullness feel like if I touched it? Warm, elastic, sinking under my fingers... Those excessive fantasies soak my sheets every night.

With each date, Tami drew closer. On the second date we held hands. On the third, she kissed my cheek. My heart always felt ready to explode. Her skin was smooth like cream, carrying a faint scent of flour. The spring breeze blew between us, and the sight of cherry petals tangling in Tami's hair was like a painting. But I'm still a virgin. I lack the courage to touch her. Yet every time her gaze drops to my crotch, the pounding won't stop.

Then that fateful day arrived. Mid-spring, in the afternoon at the bakery. I delivered the usual load, but the shop was quieter than usual. It was a slow period with few customers, and Tami was alone in the kitchen preparing bread. In her apron, she wiped her slightly flushed cheeks from the heat, noticed me, and smiled.

"Thanks again today, Jun. Could you help out a bit? I'm making cream in the back of the kitchen. I'd like you to taste it."

I nodded and followed her to the narrow back room behind the kitchen. It was a secret space lined with bread dough and cream ingredients. The outside noise felt distant, spring sunlight streamed through a small window, and dust danced in the air. The space was filled with a sweet vanilla scent that stimulated my nostrils. Tami took a large bowl from the shelf and scooped white cream into it. It was whipped cream, fluffy like clouds.

"I made this specially for you, Jun. It's a new filling. Want to lick it?"

At her words, my heart pounded. Tami placed cream on a spoon and brought it to my lips. The sweet aroma tickled my nose, and I hesitantly opened my mouth. The moment it touched my tongue, the smooth texture of the cream and its sweet-tart flavor spread. The vanilla melted throughout my mouth, making my taste buds quiver. Delicious... I've never tasted anything this exciting.

"How is it? Good?"

Tami's eyes sparkled. I nodded while watching her ample breasts sway beneath her apron. My fantasies swelled. What if I spread this cream on her chest? White cream melting on pale skin, licked off by my tongue... This virgin's mind filled with such excessive erotic fantasies.

Then Tami giggled. "Jun, your face is red. Are you thinking of something even sweeter?"

She set the bowl down and stood before me. In the narrow back room, our breaths were close. Tami's hand grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it. My abdomen was exposed, and her gaze moved lower. My crotch was already hard. Embarrassed, I tried to look away, but Tami's fingers touched my belt.

"Tami... this is the kitchen. If someone comes..."

"It's fine, there are no customers in the afternoon. Jun, you've always been staring at me, right? Today let's do some special cream play."

Her voice was sweet, tickling my ear like a whisper. Tami scooped cream from the bowl and began spreading it on my abdomen. The cold sensation spread across my skin and started to melt. The sweet scent enveloped my body, blurring my vision. Tami's fingers slid, stroking my skin. Each time her soft fingertips spread the cream, my body trembled. The touched areas grew hot, and the sweet smell stimulated my nose.

"Come on, Jun. Relax more. Don't you want to touch my breasts?"

Tami shifted her apron slightly, exposing her chest. Her ample breasts overflowed from her white blouse, shining in the spring light. I caught my breath and reached out. The moment I touched them, a wave of softness hit me. Fluffy, elastic, sinking under my fingers. Tami's hot breath fell on my ear.

"It's okay, Jun. More..."

She began spreading cream on her own chest. White cream flowed into the valley, coating her breasts. To my eyes, it looked like the ultimate dessert. The sweet scent intensified, stirring my excitement. Tami guided my hands to knead her cream-covered breasts. The smooth sensation, warm skin, the sticky viscosity of the cream. My fingers sank in, and cream overflowed. All five senses were stimulated. Sight: the shining white breasts. Touch: softness and stickiness. Smell: vanilla sweetness. Taste: unconsciously licking cream from my fingers. Hearing: Tami's sweet moans.

"Mmm... Jun, you're good. Harder... ahh"

My fantasies became reality. This virgin's head spun in this excessive situation. Is this a dream? But Tami's body heat is real. She lowered my pants, exposing my hardened member. My virgin cock trembled in the spring air. Tami's eyes sparkled as she scooped cream and gently spread it.

"Cute, Jun. No one's touched it before, right? I'll taste it specially for you."

Cold cream enveloped my sensitive area. The sticky sensation spread from base to tip. The sweet scent filled my crotch, driving my senses wild. Tami's fingers moved slowly up and down. The smooth friction ran through my body like electricity. I couldn't hold back my voice and moaned.

"Tami... ahh, it feels good..."

She smiled and knelt. Her breasts pressed against my thighs with soft pressure. Tami's tongue approached my cream-covered cock. Her warm breath tickled the tip, making my body twitch. Finally, her lips touched. The sweetness of the cream mixed with the heat of Tami's tongue. The sensation of being licked was beyond imagination. Her tongue tip teased the head in small flicks, melting and gathering the cream. The sweet taste seemed to spread in her mouth as Tami's eyes narrowed.

"Mmm... delicious. Jun's taste and the cream are the best combination."

Her tongue began moving in earnest. Licking up from the base as if savoring all the cream. Sticky sounds echoed in the back room, assaulting my ears. Sight: Tami's swaying breasts. Touch: the softness of her tongue and the cream's slipperiness. Smell: the mingled sweet-tart aroma. Taste: the moments she kissed me and transferred cream to my lips. Everything was excessive, excitement surpassing this virgin's fantasies. I lifted my hips and gently pressed Tami's head. Her ponytail tangled in my fingers, spring breeze entered through the window carrying the scent of sweat and cream.

"Tami... I can't... I'm going to..."

Climax approached. Tami's licking intensified, her tongue enveloping my cock. Her breasts pressed against my legs, adding soft sensation. Cream melted and dripped with sound. My body grew hot, spring sunlight making sweat glisten. Finally, I exploded. Hot release filled Tami's mouth, and she took it all. Sweet cream and my taste mixed, sliding down her throat.

"Hehe, Jun. That was delicious. I'll never forget your first taste."

We basked in the afterglow. Tami stood and embraced me. Her breasts pressed warmly against my chest. The back room air remained sweet with lingering cream scent. Outside, spring wind scattered cherry blossoms in a peaceful afternoon. We shared a kiss, dividing the cream's sweetness.

After that, our relationship developed into love. Post-work dates continued, and the bakery's back kitchen became our secret place. Spreading cream on Tami's breasts and licking each other became a daily ritual. Having graduated from virginity, I was enveloped in her warmth and began a new life in the spring city. That cream taste and Tami's tongue sensation still stimulate my senses. Sweet, excessive, an eternal memory.