Ch. 22

But since she still had a little foam on her body that had to go down, she grabbed me from behind and slowly rubbed her upper body up and down. The breasts rubbing against me did not fail to have a targeted effect and I noticed the increasing excitement in my lower region, which of course did not remain hidden from her. When she was sure she was no longer covered with foam, she took the shower bath and began to dribble directly onto my back. The mixture of cold gel and the slightly warmer water gave me a certain relaxation, at least where they could work together. Slowly but steadily she spread the gel, which has now become foam, on my back down to my buttocks, which she now also massaged a little. With the word "bubble butt" the palm of her hand landed on one of my cheeks with a clap, which inevitably made me wince a little. Less because of the pain, but more because of the surprise, which made her laugh out loud and visibly. In contrast to me, she started to soap my upper body around the front, but without me turning around.

This feeling was so tingly, because you didn't know what could come next, that it was inevitably reflected in the increasingly stronger erection.

But she didn't even notice them with one eye, but went down on her knees to lather my legs in the end. And that's where the fun began for them. Since she, like me, began to slide upwards in ever slower movements on the foot, she inevitably hit my scrotum again and again when she reached the top, which of course was accompanied by a brief rearing up and a low moan on my part. The same thing happened with my other one, where the treatment was also acknowledged by me with a groan and a short twitch. Next I thought she would turn me around so that she could get a good grip, but before I could really think this thought through to the end, she now pushed herself very close to me from behind, grabbed my extremely stiff stand with both hands, grabbed my shaft with one hand and let the other hand slide slowly from the tip of the glans back to her other hand. With the jerking hand she exerted even pressure on the part being treated, while the second hand built up pressure and then eased it off again, like at noon today at the campfire. She continued doing this until she was of the opinion that it was clean. Then she took her hands away. She practically left me standing with the rock hard erection and also moved away from my back. while the second hand built up pressure at the campfire at noon today and then subsided again. She continued doing this until she was of the opinion that it was clean. Then she took her hands away. She practically left me standing with the rock hard erection and also moved away from my back. while the second hand built up pressure at the campfire at noon today and then eased it off again. She continued doing this until she was of the opinion that it was clean. Then she took her hands away. She practically left me standing with the rock hard erection and also moved away from my back.

A little disappointed, but turned away from her I stood under the shower jet again, removed the remaining soap from my body and turned off the tap. When I turned around, she was kneeling with her face right next to my pelvis and beaming at me: "You didn't really think I would just let you run away, did you?" She grinned maliciously again. Before I could say anything, a hand was gripping my shaft again. She leaned her head forward a little and let her tongue slowly circle around my glans while from time to time she also took my tip completely into her mouth to suck on it with a slight negative pressure, which made me hard after a certain time brought. As her hand was still massaging my shaft She could of course feel this clearly and slowly began to jerk the shaft a little, but at the same time increased the intensity of her mouth and tongue play at my tip. Her tongue circled around my glans in ever faster laps and the mouth turned a little further forward.

This game increased by stopping to use her tongue and instead put her mouth even further over my stand, while the wanking movements of one hand picked up speed. But that wasn't enough she took the other hand and massaged my testicles very carefully in the same rhythm as her hand / mouth rhythm dictated. When I looked down at myself I basically couldn't believe it if I didn't see it for myself. One of the most attractive and intelligent women for me was working on my best friend to give him an orgasm that he would probably never forget. She seemed to notice that I was looking at her, because at that moment she opened her eyes, which were closed the whole time, and looked at me almost beaming again. She stopped for a moment with her mouth and asked me: "Are you okay?" "Yes, my darling, everything is fine." I brushed a strand of hair back from her face. Even before she went straight to my best piece again, she said: "But please let me know before you come." I nodded silently, tilted my head back a little and cupped her head in my hands, as that made the experience a little stronger for whatever reason.

She now put my good piece as stiffly as it was at the moment directly on my abdominal wall and now dealt extensively with my testicles with her tongue. Tender and loving from one to the other. In between she licked my shaft from the root to the tip and then let it disappear into her mouth with pleasure. I already felt a slight but familiar pull in my lower region and began to moan a little louder. Probably spurred on by my somewhat increasing twitching and the associated moaning, she now also increased both the jerking movements and the speed in which she took my stiffeners in her oral cavity and released them again. The almost perfect cycle was closed by increasing the frequency of my moaning on my part through the increasingly intensive treatment. Slowly but more and more insistently, I noticed how the cozy warmth, which heralded an imminent orgasm, rose further and further up my shaft.

"I'm coming," I was squeezed out with all the effort. She moved away a bit with her face and now held it in the direction of her breast, wanking even faster. I started twitching, the juice rising and rising. I was just before the threshold and before I could come she took her second hand from my testicles, put it right next to the first and jerked faster and faster. My God I still thought. Then the orgasm hit with full force and the first jet poured directly below her chin directly onto her neck and already began to run down before a second and third jet laid down almost across her breasts. She jerked a little slower now, However, using the whole length and only with one hand and could feel the twitching that was no longer limited to my not so stiff giver of joy, but was already pulling through my whole body. The next two wanking movements brought out two more powerful streams of pure white love juice, which poured onto her stomach and thighs. The last residue that she could still squeeze out fell directly down onto her thighs. Instead of letting go of it, she took it deeply into her mouth again and sucked the remaining few drops out of me before she finally let go of me and looked down at herself. "Hmm, you made quite a mess there."

Exhausted, I could only say a pitiful "sorry" from myself, which made her laugh. "I'll take a quick shower and then we can make ourselves comfortable over there, honey." I nodded in agreement, gave her a quick kiss and went to the door to dry off and put on shorts and a T-shirt. It wasn't that easy for me to walk yet, as my knees were still trembling a little. After I was back in the main room, I got two plates and cutlery and spread the lasagna, which had meanwhile become cold, on them. So I made myself comfortable on the sleeping mat and waited until Steffi came back through the door. She just looked gorgeous, even if it wasn't her typical clothes that she was wearing. At that moment I also thought

"What is it?", She asked me, because she had probably seen my look.

"I just think you're so incredibly beautiful."

"Oh come on ...", she replied with an ironic undertone, "I just had your best friend deep in my mouth, every woman is pretty after that."

"Actually, you're right, you really aren't that pretty," I replied sarcastically.

She gave me an angry look for a moment, but fell around my neck and gave me a big kiss before she sat down next to me on the sleeping bag and gratefully accepted the plate with the lasagna.