French Bakery - Sex Stories

French Bakery

... at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Ahh...English no good....food?” She has a thick accent that makes it hard for me to understand her limited English. I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want two of those croissants with a glass of water. The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting fresh croissants ready for me. I take a seat across from the ordering area. The seats are limited and the tables are small. The mature baker brings me a pitcher of water. With the water she also brings a complimentary cup of coffee.

“Merci,” I say thanking her. She smiles at me and walks back to her baking area. And that’s when I take a good look at her. I assume her name is Olga as that’s the name of the bakery. Olga is a large, plump mature woman looking to be in her late sixties. She’s short, standing at about 5’2 with a fat belly and rolls on her sides. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her breasts are at least DDDs and sagged due to how heavy her wonders are and age. I can tell she doesn’t have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga’s face is chubby with a double chin. She’s sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she’s average looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was her panties underneath her apron. She has a big fat ...

... ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga wears large granny panties with a pair of flip flops. There was something about her that turned me on. She’s not physically attractive but the thought of getting down and dirty with this fat granny has my cock twitching in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the lines of “enjoy.” I watch her make way back behind the counter with her monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She drives me crazy! In that moment, I knew I wanted her all to myself! I want to jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and ram my cock deep inside her. Olga catches me eyeing her from her workstation. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes fresh rolls out of the oven. I want her to see me lustfully stare at her. Something inside me tells me she’s flattered being eye candy for me. Here I am, a young fit guy in my early twenties fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat granny in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country. She must want me too...right? I mean, the way she’s dressed! I get that it’s hot and humid inside this little bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties with no pants on? She’s walking around in her underwear with a customer inside. Did she want to grab my attention? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her? Or maybe she’s just the local village whore. Walking ...