Chapter 27: Camilla’s Audience or Answered Prayers of Both (r-18)

Camilla stepped backward beneath the falling water just a fe stepps.

The movement was languid and deliberate with her unhurried grace; Damon was sure she knew exactly the effect she was creating in him and she enjoyed it although she couldnt turn to see him dying in his erection and the imaginations going wild in his eyes.

Her hands left her breasts and drifted downward, tracing the wet hollow of her waist before gliding over the full mature flare of her hips... Camilla lingered there before her fingers spread across her soft skin and then she settled both palms upon the round plush cheeks of her butt.

Her nails left short pale dents that filled with water and vanished.

Camilla then made a bold small playful smack on here ass with her left hand that landed on the right side.

His eyes went wide.

’This seductress wants me to come in my pants!’

The wet sound when she slapped her ass was soft yet so hot and inviting; water leapt from her skin in glittering droplets. Her full cheek quivered beneath the impact in thick flesh and it rippled outward in a slow obscene wave before settling once more.

She struck it again but firmer this time and the motion traveled through both heavy butt globes at once; Camilla moaned in satisfied pleasure and then she cupped them properly.

Her fingers sank deep into the soft water-slick weight and squeezed.

Her cheeks compressed under her hands, spilling between her fingers in pale glistening bulges, before she slid both palms beneath and lifted. The lifted weight made her ass look even rounder, the cleft darker, the wet skin stretched tight over that heavy shape.

’Jesus. She is washing or is she presenting them to me? I am going to die in a bathroom doorway like a cartoon.’

Her ass rose and presented itself to him as she presented it.

The deep cleft parted just enough to reveal a darker tighter hint of the ’heaven’ that lay between right there deeper.

She then held the weight of her butt toward the cascading water for a long moment, allowing the stream to run straight down the split like it was washing something private hidden by her thighs.

The water hit that hidden place and broke into a thin shining line that ran down between her thighs.

She released her butt.

Her heavy cheeks dropped and bounced, jiggling and shuddering under the continuous down pour of the water that never complained about spraying them as they created a from the soft impacts as they settled back into their natural shameless roundness.

Even after the motion ceased the undersides of her ass trembled faintly, a last ripple moved through the lowest curve and died against her thighs.

Damon did not notice his own hands moving.

By the time awareness returned his night pants had already been shoved to mid-thigh and his cock stood exposed to the air; all of it stood erect he was shocked by it size... it was steel-hard with at least 13 inches but he knew it could glow more and its girth was so big he was sure it wouldn’t feet in her single hand.

’Will I fit in that title space I just saw?’

The head crown itself was big and flushed dark and fuck it was leaking a clear bead that stretched before breaking.

He wrapped his fingers around it without thought and gave one slow tight stroke from base to tip, his jaw clenched at the sharp filthy pulse of pleasure that shot straight up his spine... another bead welled up immediately and slid down over his knuckles.

’So cool. Very cool. Eighteen years of evolution and this is the decision-making.’

The moment the thick length was fully bared Camilla’s head tilted slightly.

She drew in a slow deep breath through her nose, almost subconsciously, as though her nose had caught something rich and heavenly within the steam and scent of her soap.

Whatever it was, it overpowered through her soap’s scent!

Her fingers faltered on her skin for half a second before resuming.

Damon only understood it later, when the system’s earlier description of the Manly Scent... the system had said the scent was more powerful and intoxicating when he undressed and he’d just bared his Primordial Rod and she had smelled him... his Manly Cnet!

Her shoulders rose with that breath and her wet dark hair slid another inch down her back.

’She sniffed through steam and glass.’

In the shower Camilla released herself and stepped forward.

She leaned into the glass wall, pressing her full breasts flat against the cold surface.

The glass fogged in two wide smears where her nipples dragged.

Damon could not see them properly from his angle, only the soft outer swell when they flattened against the glass and the way her shoulders rounded as she crushed herself against the barrier, but the knowledge that those heavy tits were currently spread and flattened against the transparent glass made his dick jerk hard within his fist.

A clear patch opened in the fog where her body heat met the glass, then steamed over again.

At the same time she arched her back deeply, pushing her ass backward before she parted her thighs just enough.

’If this is an accident I am the Pope.’

The new angle nearly unmade him.

Her lower back had dipped into a deep elegant curve making her full wet cheeks of her ass to lift and open; and between her thick upper thighs he was granted a clear shameless glimpse of her pussy, soft puffy outer lips were slightly parted, the inner pink only just visible, everything wet beneath the water that ran over it in thin continuous rivulets.

A little more of it showed when she shifted, enough that he could see how plump her pussy was, how the water kept slipping between her fat pussy lips and disappearing.

Her pussy looked soft and used to being hidden, now shining under the shower like it had no reason to hide. Her long black hair clung to her wet back in dark strands, ending just above the twin dimples at the base of her spine.

One delicate hand, (nails finished in clean glossy white,) returned to her ass and began to caress it slowly with her fingers gliding over the soaked skin.

Water followed the path of her hand, some of it slipping inward along the cleft and directly over the exposed lips of her pussy, making the soft flesh shine. Her fingers left wet tracks that the water immediately stole.

’There it is. The whole reason I woke up at five like a lunatic. Fat, pretty pussy, and pointed at me.’

Her other hand slid lower but not all the way, killing Damon with anticipation!

Her fingers brushed the top of her puffy slit like she was washing there too, slow, lazy, like she did not care that he could see the way her pussy lips moved under her touch. The lips parted a little more under her own fingers and the water ran straight through the opening.

Damon’s grip on his dick got tighter and his hips gave a tiny helpless jerk; but he dud not jerk himself off,

’She knows I am here and she is still doing it slower. I hate her. I love her. Fuck, I am going to fail college.’

Damon activated his Predator’s Gaze and pink markers bloomed across her body in his vision.

The obvious ones were on her nipples, the tender skin just beneath her breasts, her inner wrists, glowed steadily.

But lower, right where the curve of her ass met the tops of her thighs, two deeper hotter points pulsed brighter than the rest. Directly beneath the heaviest part of each cheek. Another marker sat right over her pussy, brighter than everything else, pulsing in time with something he could not hear.

Damon swallowed hard.

He kept his grip on his dick with his eyes locked on the way her ass moved, the way her pussy shone, the way she kept washing herself like the show was on purpose.

Steam kept rising... water kept hitting her and onto her pussy too and Camilla, had not turned around and let him watch every second of it. Her wet dark hair. Her soapy fingers. Her heavy ass under the water. Her pussy shining between those thick thighs.

All of it stayed right there in the glass, open, unhurried, and still moving.

’Two spots under the ass. Of course. LOOK at it how could it be not one of her turning on spots.’

Damon’s grip on his cock tightened hard enough to hurt.

He felt the urge to stroke and his arm was twitching with a need so sharp it bordered on pain. His thighs were already locked, breath coming shorter. He nearly took a step forward, once, then again, before forcing his knees to lock and holding himself still.

His other hand drifted back toward his cock on pure instinct.

He had to slap it away with a frustrated grunt and shoved the length back into his pants as best he could, the fabric immediately tenting so obscenely it bordered on insult.

He would not stand in her doorway and stroke himself like a pure animal.

Not when he could plan very well and just enter her pussy tonight and fuck her!

Camilla let out a long, satisfied sigh that was nearly a moan.

She reached up and adjusted the water and the temperature rose.

Within moments steam began to curl and bloom inside the stall, softening the edges of her body, turning her into a blurred erotic shape behind the glass. The warmer air carried the scent of her body wash, something clean, faintly floral, and beneath it the hotter smell of wet skin.

Water ran in streaks down the glass, fogging in uneven patches so that sometimes he could see the full curve of her ass and sometimes only a fragmented glistening suggestion of it. Her wet dark hair stuck to her back in heavier ropes now.

Steam made the line of her waist look softer.

The cleft of her ass kept appearing and disappearing behind the fog like the glass was teasing him on purpose.

Damon’s eyes went wide when Camilla suddenly turned to him!

’Oh no. Oh I am so cooked.’