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pulled my hand back and decided to let my new friend hang out in my suitcase. It seemed a little small for him, but hey, that was his choice. I made my way into the bathroom and found my lavender bubble bath that I had the foresight to bring. I turned on the water to my desired temp then added in my bubbles. I watched as they grew into little bubble mountains. Oh yeah, I was going to be submerged in bubble heaven.
    I cracked the door so if Binksie wanted to come say hello, he could.  I stripped down and stepped into the sweet euphoria of the water. I covered myself with bubbles, because that’s what you do in a bathtub. You make a bubble bikini, although I probably looked like I was buried under bubbles. I settled in and cleared my mind. A lot was going on this week.

 

    Chapter Eight
     
    I have no clue how long I soaked in the tub. The bubbles still covered me, but there weren’t as many. I was in my own Cammy world of juice boxes and soccer games when the door opened and Jake walked in, shirt halfway over his head.
    “Uh, still in here!”  I shrieked, trying to cover my goodies up with as many bubbles as possible.
    “Oh, don’t mind me. Just need a shower.” I kid you not, the man just stripped right in front of me. Hot muscles, ass, and definitely not a tiny cock were being paraded in front of me like a damn carrot. Oh Lord, did my nipples perk up, begging to be touched; my pussy ached, and I wiggled a little from it being uncomfortable.
    Jake Wild was the man that women’s porn was made of. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Thank the shower gods for clear glass. Totally without shame, I caressed myself as he ran his hands through his brown hair, down his face, and over his unbelievably tongue-fuckable body. Those abs, those arms, those legs, that ass! I wanted to take a bite out of it, like chocolate. More than that, I wanted to ride his face and cock like a cowgirl.
    When he turned to wash his back, his eyes connected with mine. I could see desire forming in his gaze. His eyes dipped down and I followed the line of sight. Oops. One nipple was not being hidden by the bubbles.  I looked back at him to see him staring at me like a damn animal about to pounce. God, that was so hot.
    Like the squirrel I was, I saw movement below and my attention was directed to his growing cock. Oh dear God. Jumping out of the bathtub like a bat out of hell, I grabbed a towel and ran out of the room. I couldn’t do it.
    I wanted nothing more than to jump onto his cock and hold on for dear life, but shit! I was going to stay here for a whole week! I couldn’t let my pink velvet sausage wallet dictate what was happening.  I was a sore sack of poo right now. I was horny as hell, and frustrated. I wanted him, but he couldn’t be my end game. This wasn’t my future.  I dried off and put on some clothes. I was determined to act like nothing happened. Yeah, I was a wuss.
    When Jake finally exited the shower, I was down in the living room trying to figure out his TV set.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but he only had one remote and I didn’t know what the settings were.
    “How do you work this thing?” I growled as he came down the stairs. I was too ashamed to look him in the face, so I just stared at the remote. His big hands gently took the remote from my hands and I watched as he pressed a button to the side and the TV turned on. Okay, then.
    “Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, and was beckoning me to look at him. I didn’t. I looked at the TV, but then his fingers gently lifted my chin so I had to face him.  The whole bathroom scene flooded my mind. His eyes on me. My fingers on my clit. His cock growing at the sight of my nipple.
    “What’s going through that head of yours?” he asked.
    “I want to kiss you,” I blurted out softly, and then added what scared me.
    “But I’m afraid I’ll like it if I do. It won’t work between us.”
    “Stop thinking,” he murmured, as his face inched closer to mine.
    I