Just who you're looking for

Stepping into the kitchen quietly, you see the back of a familiar figure. You fondly remember the reddish-brown hair that's currently in a ponytail. She's wearing an apron over a flowery sundress and it looks like she's frosting some cupcakes. You step closer until you can smell her perfume.

Putting your hands on her hips, you go back to her from behind and kiss her on the back of her neck. "Hi Peyton," you say.

Peyton jumps in surprise at first, then composes herself when she sees its you.

"You..." she says as she turns her head back and stares into your eyes.

"Hi."

"You're... the guy who helped me with the thief. But you're also... the mayor now?"

"That's me!"

"I thought you looked familiar! Oh shit. Now I feel guilty about not voting for you."

"After what I did for you? Then you need to make it up to me somehow."

Peyton puts down the tube of frosting and wipes her hands on the apron. She smiles suggestively. "I'm sure I can think of something. I don't think you're not here so early for a pastry."

"No, I'm interested in other services you might be able to provide. Also, I think city hall could use a pastry caterer."

Peyton's eyes light up at the mention of the business opportunity. She turns around to face you, and pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress drops to the ground and you can see the sides of her breasts peeking out from the apron. Your eyebrows raise when you look down and see no waistband where her underwear would have been. She's not wearing any.

Peyton takes a step towards you, and in her heels, her lips are level with yours. She starts to undo your belt with her face inches from yours.

"Well then, mister mayor. Let me show you my other services. Customer satisfaction is very important, isn't it?"

You lean forward to kiss her, but she dodges your lips and kneels down instead, pulling your pants and boxers down to your ankles. Your cock springs loose and she grabs it with both hands.

"I remember you," Peyton says to your cock, before she puts her lips onto it. Once she gets about halfway down, she looks up at you while sucking your cock.

You enjoy the blowjob in silence for a while until she has you nice and hard. "I like your pitch, but I was hoping for something more," you say.

Peyton gives your cock one last suck from base to tip, smacking her lips loudly at the end, before standing up. Holding your cock, she turns around and pulls you with her to the table where she was working at when you walked in. You can see her naked and taunt body from behind and can't help yourself but reach under the apron with both hands to grab her breasts and twist her nipples.

"Ahhh!" she moans and giggles. "I believe last time you had the special creampie. Would you like to try it again?" Peyton bends forward, leaning against the table and presenting her ass to you. Of course, she's already guiding your cock towards her pussy and you thrust your hips forward when you feel the tip of your cock against her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh," you groan when you feel her warmness wrapped around you. You start fucking Peyton while still holding on to her breasts.

"Wow, I've missed this cock since you had me over the counter," Peyton gasps.

Your hands slide down her body as you keep fucking her faster, until they're firmly around her thin waist. By then, you're fucking Peyton with no abandon and the kitchen is filled with the sounds of your combined grunting.

"Oh my god, slow down, I'm cumming," Peyton moans, but you keep going. If anything, you're trying to fuck her even harder, as you hold her petite body in place while she orgasms. She almost slips on her heels, but you steady her as you start to cum as well.

You pull out when you're done and Peyton just leans against the table, huffing and puffing from the intense sex. You get dressed and grab her arm and pull her gently up to kiss her. She doesn't dodge your lips this time as your tongues touch and explore each other's mouths for a few moments.

"Someone from city hall will be in touch. And I'm going to want the special order personally delivered," you say and Peyton laughs. You leave her in the kitchen and walk out to the storefront where you grab a pastry off the shelf. You unlock the front door to let yourself out, as a young woman who resembles Peyton is about to insert a key into the door. She has similar eyes, hair and figure as Peyton, and her arms and legs look equally toned, though her heaving chest doesn't look too big in the flannel shirt she has on. Peyton's a B or C cup, this woman was probably a A.

She looks confused to see you exiting.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the mayor."

"Oh. Were you here to see mom? Where is she?"

"She's in the kitchen. See ya." You walk pass each other and you turn around to look at the young woman's ass as she enters the bakery. At the last second, she looks over her shoulder at you, catching you staring, and you smile and continue on your way.