Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,63
apart for me, saying nothing while I repeated the process on the other side.
I wanted to touch her pussy. I longed to feel the sweet spot she kept so protected. I needed permission, but I was too scared to ask for it. I had to know she wanted it.
I cupped her ass with both hands until I was lathering her back. I stood to reach her shoulders then finally the length of her arms. Kissing the back of her neck was easy. The hard part was standing far enough away that she couldn't feel my stiff dick poking her in the ass. I had Cammie Healy naked in my shower. This was every boy’s wet dream. I didn't think it was possible.
Then she turned around to face me. We were only inches apart. I broke that distance by kissing her hard on the lips, immediately mingling my tongue with hers. We stood with the water trickling down our naked bodies, fully engulfed in each other.
Her arms reached around my neck, my hands gripping both of her ass cheeks. Cammie brought her knee up and rubbed me between the legs. As soon as she made contact with my cock she froze. I snickered and went in for another kiss. "I wasn't lying." Another kiss. "You know you want to look.” More kissing.
"We need to slow down."
"What? Did you say get back down?" I dropped to my knees, this time coming face to face with her sweet, succulent, beautiful pussy. She dug her fingers into my hair as I smoothed my thumbs around it, avoiding direct contact. I took the bar of soap and started washing her inner thighs, working my way to the center of her pie. The instant I coasted over her pussy she started shaking. Even while I lathered her up, I could smell her excitement. She was already turned on and I hadn't yet begun. This was fantastic.
“Oh my god. This can’t be happening with you,” she mumbled.
“Shut up and hand me the removable shower head. I’m about to make you shatter without even touching you.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Do it. Stop overthinking what’s happening. We’re two adults who’ve known each other practically our whole lives. We’re simply enjoying each other. It’s natural. Just go with it. Don’t think about what comes next. Let your body take control, Cam.”
She reached up and fetched the shower head, lowering it to me.
I held it in my hand and took a good long look at her needy pussy. A tiny patch of hair was beginning to grow, it was barely noticeable unless you were this close. I had to back away to be able to maneuver the shower head. I adjusted the setting, making sure it was on the pulsating massage. Cammie was paying close attention. She backed up against the shower wall with her hands behind her back in preparation. “Holy shit.”
I licked my lips as I narrowed in on the prize, a little clit just waiting for attention. Since my water pressure wasn’t the best, I gathered it wouldn’t be painful to do it pretty close to her skin. I lifted the head and pointed it right in the spot while using my other hand to rub and caress her inner thigh. In a matter of seconds her body began to convulse, her arms extending out for extra support.
I kept at it, focusing on the little bud, and becoming stiffer than ever before as I watched. Finally her knees buckled, sending her down to be even with me. I sat the shower head down and grabbed the back of her head, shoving my lips against her. My kiss was hungry. I’d just watched her pussy contract. I knew she was slippery wet, and I wanted to feel it firsthand.
I backed away after a few seconds, giving her a little time to recuperate. “I need to know right now if we have to stop, Cam. I don’t know how much longer I can be this close to you and not take what should’ve always been mine.”
Her eyes were glossed over, and she spoke in a low tone. “Don’t stop, Wes. Show me the difference. I need to know the difference between sex and making love.”
She’d given me the go-ahead, and for a brief moment I couldn’t move. All of a sudden I realized exactly where we were and what was about to happen.
I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time slow and paced. I wanted her