Chapter 26: Morning Peeping Tom or Camilla’s Hot Naked Body (r-18)

Damon stood there like a dumb horny idiot with his mouth half open:

Camilla was standing completely naked in the middle of that glass shower stall; the way water was hitting her was like it had been waiting all night to touch her heavenly her body while steam rolled up the glass in lazy clouds enveloping her and touchlessly caressing her body.

The soap she was suing smelled warm and expensive... it felt sweet on the nose and it mixed with the heat of the water until the whole bathroom felt thick her sweet scent... but Camilla was standing with her back was turned fully toward him.

But that scene felt more better than actually seeing her bare front.

At least for now.

Her long wet dark hair clung to the nape of her neck and onto the tops of her shoulders in heavy dripping strands that kept sliding a little every time she moved.

A few of those strands stuck to the wet line of her spine and dripped off the ends in slow fat drops.

Her head was tilted slightly to one side while both of her soapy hands moved slow over her chest... she sensually traced both her hand over her neck so sensual until her fingers slid down her boobs that he couldnt see fully and right before his eyes, Camilla squeezed both her own tits with these unhurried lazy strokes like she had nowhere better to be... she she then pinched the erect p[oints of her nipples, oh how they stood alertly, gods.

Her soapy fingers then pushed her boobs up and she then squeezed them before she released them and together then let them fall creating a giggle in them and the running water bounced on them, and the water cut white trails through the lather on her skin.

From this angle he could only catch the soft outer curve of her left tit, which was so wet as water ran down it in thin continuous streams washing away the soap left behind by her soapy hands, but everything below that was completely and devastatingly on display for him to see as he pleased and it hit him like a punch to the gut.

But while her boobs and the front were hidden and he could only see one underside of that curve of her boobs; the rest of her did not.

Her either side from her boobs narrowed in a deep C on her either side just enough to make the flare of her wait and into her deep hips look even wider creating a deep C distinction between her upper body and her lower body from her waist.

Her body looked soft and so otherworldly, mature and very defined and developed and . Unmistakably woman; of course but now he could see those hips that filled out her skirts and made guys stare when she walked away.

She’d was there... he could see her naked, something Damon knew at least hundreds of men would give a portion of their wealth to make her theirs but she’d turned them down...and yet she was letting him!

And beneath those hips sat her ass.

’Fuck.’

Her ass sat pressed high and big but shaped in a round peachy manner... the things was, it was bigger than those peachy asses he knew, and it was so perfectly shaped with nothing like an hollow pockets or the dimples in her perfect cheeks; they looked sculpted finished on purpose to ruin him for anyone else.

The top of each cheek rose clean off her lower back before the shape kept going and grew fuller as it dropped until the two sides met in the middle and stayed meeting; that meeting made a deep shadowed cleft, and the water found it at once and ran the whole length of it like it had been invited.

The left cheek was a complete globe of its own, smooth wet skin with a tight lift at the top and more give underneath, and the right cheek matched it so close they looked poured from the same mold.

When the blue light of the bathroom lit on them, both sides would shine at once, and when she shifted even a little the shine moved with her as if It couldnt look anywhere else other just like the pervert at the door.

Camilla suddenly changed her feet and then ass cheeks rolled with her in aa slow natural ripple that started at the fullest part and died at the undersides so the flesh moved, settled, then moved again just enough to leave the shape trembling after the step was already over.

It looked like she was shaking her ass for him and let it giggle for him.

The undersides were the most arresting part of it:

That was where the curve of her ass got greedier and each cheek tucked under itself before it met the back of her thigh, the exact line where his grip would land first if he dared to, where a lift would start, and where a spread would open the cleft from that fold down.

Water came down to her spine to the line of her lower back, hit the highest point of her ass, split, and ran two falling trails over both cheeks before sliding down the backs of her thighs, while the cleft kept a thinner shining thread of its own tucked between her, disappearing and then showing again every time she breathed.

The water that slipped into her cleft stayed there a second longer than the rest as it was held by the deep crack before it ran out between her thighs.

And those thighs.

Her thighs were like close-set, soft-looking and pressed lightly together at the top so the inner skin touched; the wet water made them shine and highlighted every subtle contour as it slid downward.

They looked strong from her exercise and yoga but soft and yielding at the same time, they would probably feel hot and heavy if they wrapped around his waist or if he pushed them apart and held them there.

A faint soap trail ran down the inside of her left thigh and broke when her skin touched.

Damon froze completely.

His cock went fully, painfully hard in a single violent pulse, straining against the soft pants of his night pants so tightly it felt like the material might split:

The new weight of the Primordial Rod throbbed in time with his heartbeat, thick and heavy and almost aching from how hard he had become in the span of a few seconds. A wet spot started spreading at the front.

He could not look away from Camilla... he did not even try.

He had never seen anything so h0t as this!

Every drop of water that ran down the curve of her ass, every small shift of those full cheeks, every soft movement of her hips felt like it was being burned directly into his brain.

She was right there, naked, aware of him standing outside, and she did not cover a thing.

She washed herself while her soapy fingers sensually traced the wet skin of her chest, circled her breasts, followed the dip of her waist, and spread over her hips like she was teaching the water where her body began.

Every pass lingered a second too long... every pass said she knew... and she still moved like she had all the time in the world to let him stare.