Cammie was petite. She fit right between my legs without being uncomfortable.
With the temperature nice and hot, I began to undress, kicking off my pants, and then removing my shirt. Cammie lifted up her arms and let me pull my T-shirt over her head. She stood completely naked in front of me, and for a few seconds I took her in, admiring all the parts I was about to touch.
“Give me your hand,” I requested.
She did as she was told, her palm coursing over mine as I helped her into the filling water. I followed behind, sitting down so she could wedge herself between my legs. Her back rested against my chest, her head falling to the side. I peered down and looked at her breasts, still above the water. My hands came up and soaked them, making them slippery as I massaged and teased the nipples.
The bar of soap was in a stand located next to the tub. I reached for it, bringing it over her mounds and creating an immediate lather. I washed the front of her, dipping the bar down between her legs and making sure every part was taken care of. “Stand up for me.”
“It’s cold,” she whined.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to make it real hot.”
Cammie stood and exposed her whole body to me again. No longer did she seem shy or worried. I’d already convinced her she was the most beautiful woman in my eyes.
Next to where I kept the soap was a razor. I’d only used it a couple times. After making sure it was washed properly, I lathered up Cammie’s pussy with one hand while holding the blade with the other. “Do you trust me?”
“Sometimes.” She seemed worried.
“I need you smooth. Let me do this.”
“Hurry up. I’m cold. If you cut me I’ll kick you.”
“I can agree to that. Just make sure it’s not in my jewels. I need them later on.”
To be honest, I was nervous. Cammie would kick me for sure if I nicked her. I took my time taking the razor and running it down her skin. After the third swipe I was confident I could finish without an injury to either of us.
It only took a few minutes for her to get into it. First she ran her hands through her hair, but then she began tickling her nipples, pinching them as she watched me work. Every once in a while I’d kiss over her hips, my dick becoming hard from the beginning.
When I finished, I lowered her back into the tub and made sure she was rinsed off and clean. We kissed a couple times. She cleaned me, rubbing the bar of soap across my taint and applying pressure to get a rise out of me. The moment her hand came in contact with my hard shaft she knew I needed to take care of my predicament.
I climbed out of the water first, grabbing a towel and wrapping her in it. She followed me out to the kitchen where my next step was to take place. I lifted her onto the counter and pulled off her towel. She sat there with her legs spread waiting for what was in store.
I didn’t have much in the refrigerator. A half gallon of vanilla ice cream. A few squirts of chocolate syrup, and a frozen chocolate bar. When I opened the ice cream container I took a spoon and filled it, placing the first bite in her awaiting mouth. She swallowed it, remaining quiet for what would happen next.
I didn’t waste time. I spooned out another dabble and dropped it over her pussy. She sucked in air when the cold hit her, the creamy goodness running down between her folds. It was enough to make me crazy. I ducked down and lapped it back up, savoring the flavor of the ice cream. I added more, sucking every melted remnant from her silky smooth skin. With each lick I could tell she was enjoying herself. She picked up the chocolate syrup and squirted it over each nipple, sitting the bottle down and rubbing both sides in. Her chocolate covered breasts were irresistible. I had to lick and suck until it was cleaned off. I could feel the sticky chocolate getting caught in my facial hair as I worked on the first tit. I bit at her nipple, looking up to watch her expression as I did it.
Right when my head dipped down to clean off the second breast I heard someone knocking