"Where's Cameron?" Cinnamon asks.
"In the showers, said something about it being a long day."
It had been a long day. Cinnamon and Cameron had been at a meeting at a photographic studio with enough bikini clad models to put Baywatch to shame. Neither of them was sure why a company such as theirs would need publicity when all that had to do was put a half-naked girl on the front of all advertising paraphernalia.
Cameron and Cinnamon had arranged a film night but she was now feeling tired and drained and just wanted her bed. She walks into the changing rooms and hears the showers running.
"Cameron, you decent?"
No reply. She walks nearer to the male shower stalls. Some one's definitely in there. She was about to shout again but stops as she hears a voice moaning. She walks to the doorway and sees Cameron under the shower, completely naked and completely hard, holding his erection firmly between his hands.
Cinnamon realises that today may have be even more of strain on Cameron, teased by enough female flesh that he's probably been worked up since the scene. She watches him, he's slowly running his hand up and down his shaft. She wonders which one finally did it for him, which of the models he was thinking of now. The blondes, brunettes or red heads, the big busted curvy ones or the petite small framed ones. Was he a boob or butt man, what gets him drooling? Was he thinking about all of them, it was no secret he had a way with the women. Cinnamon was getting bothered about a fantasy involving Cameron fucking each of the models. The thought of them filled with Cameron's come and then modelling their bikinis as Cameron's spunk drips through dampening their bikini bottoms as they pose for the cameras.
Cameron's breathing distracts her from her thought. She returns her gaze to his cock. He unhands it and takes some shower gel . He rubs it between his hands and foams it up to lather. He returns to his action around his cock and he increased his speed in working his palms up and down. He's fast and ruff and Cinnamon just knows that he going to spurt soon and whatever happens in the world right now she wanted to see it.
"Ughhh." his actions are intense. He twists his hands around himself, his right hand nearest his sack twists left and his left hand twist the head to the right and he twirls his thumb around his bulging head swiping up pre-cum and then mixing it with the suds. He fastens his pace more so. "Oh god."
He rests his head against the shower wall and then it happened. He's murmuring and then as clear as day he shouts "Cinnamon" then he shoots his load, a long stream of sticky come in the air that lands on the shower floor. He keeps up with his actions till there's no more to release. He leans the whole of his body against the wall. His cock now returning to its normal state. He sighs. Grabs some more gel and washes quickly.
Cinnamon has rested her body against the lockers. She can't believe that Cameron was masturbating thinking about her, not the models but her. Now all she can think about is her own release, she was wetter than ever before. God she needed to be somewhere quiet and private.
"Cinnamon!" John shouted from the doorway to the locker rooms.
"Coming." Cinnamon replied. If only she was. She joined John at his office "Did you find Cameron?"
"Mm yeah but he was in the shower. I'll talk to him tonight." She definitely wasn't cancelling now.
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Normally their choice of poison was a bottle of red but tonight she just needed to know – needed to hear Cameron's confession about the shower. She was worked up all day. Images of him had haunted her for the rest of the afternoon. Tequila it was.
Far worse for wear Cinnamon gets up from her sofa to fetch another bottle but she loses her balance and falls into the lap of the equally drunk Cameron. She's almost straddling his lap. She sees that look, it's the same one he had in the shower. She yanks at his belt and then slides down his zipper. Cameron goes to move her off "Cinnamon we're drunk."
"Mmm" she fishes out his cock and looks at her prize. She looks him in the eyes. "I want this Cameron, I want you and your" she starts to touch him the way she knew he liked "your beautiful, big cock." she takes her hands away and moves her palms to Cameron's mouth "Lick!" Cameron kisses and licks the palms of her hand. She returns to her ministrations and soon Cameron is whimpering as she knows he's about to come.
"Need you." he whispers moving his face next to hers. Cinnamon had already seen what he did on his own, now she wanted to know how it felt when there was two. Cinnamon gets off from Cameron's lap and pulls him up from the sofa. "Bedroom." she murmurs.
