Happy New Year man!

My imagination goes wild at this time of year and I have this scenario that has been playing in my head since last night, maybe cuz I was at a party with a few hot guys around and there were dips and desserts, no pies, but enough where I could imagine...

So, in my scenario fantasy, I'm closing up shop at the bakery, I'm new and have been informed that a customer is coming for a very special order by the end of the day. We'll, we closed 30 mins ago and I'm packing up. I'm changing, out of my white bakery tshirt when there is a tap at the door.

Approaching the door, I realize I'm half out of my shirt, my right arm, pec and torso are exposed when I answer the door to see an attractive man wanting to enter. I immediately let him in and close the door and lock it behind him. This must be the guy! He showed up! Now, what were my instructions on delivering his order?

My face burns when it comes back to me that I'm half dressed in front of this man. I immediately apologize and motion to pull my arm back into my tshirt, when he quickly drops his coat and unbutton a few of his top ones from his well fitted dress shirt. He smiles and says, "Don't be embarrassed, does this make you feel better?"

My eyes traveled down his open shirt and lingered on the chisled curves I could see of his chest. I looked up and noticed his eyes fixed on my pec and abs, I slipped out of the shirt snd it dropped so lightly to the floor. He smiled.

I reviewed his order, 8 cream pies, 4 banana, 3 coconut snd 3 chocolate cream pies, double whipped, extra thick, firm pie shells. I liked my lips, looked up and noticed he had also removed his shirt, to reveal a very toned, muscular body. He wandered over to the counter and dipped opened a box, removed the thick, contained dessert snd dipped his finger into the mountain of cream.

I watched intently, my groin area coming alive, to raise a mast to set sail on what could be a very satisfied customer. So cleared my throat and asked the handsome stranger if he was prepared to pay for the merchandise he just taste tested. His finger left his lips and he said, "Hmmmm, banana cream pie".

I examined his never ending abs and fierce, muscular chest as he teased me, "You do know you're gonna have to pay for that sir." I trembled when he frowned, flexed a little snd replied, "What are YOU going to do about it?"