Bath Bomb, Chapter 5: Cigarette (Patreon)

Chapter 5 of 16 of my 6th stuck story, Bath Bomb.

CHAPTER 5: CIGARETTE

Lori gasped for breath. Compressed as she was from the sides, she was having trouble filling her lungs to capacity. Eyes closed, with her head back on the cold porcelain, the arm by the wall over her belly, the free arm dangling over the side of the tub. 

She was relieved the pulses between her legs had finally stopped. After the third orgasm she was worried Lexi might never stop pressing the button and she’d go numb. Bless autocorrect, her fingers were too shaky to thank Lexi properly otherwise.

She put the ethical quandary of her orgasm aside for the moment to just enjoy the calm in the steamy bathroom. She knew she only had a little while before her post-orgasm hunger kicked in-

RUMBLE

Lori laughed. Right on cue. Cumming always left her ravished. She pulled the drink cart closer, grabbed and lifted the casserole tray onto her belly. 

Living with someone who’s used to cooking for large groups of people had skewed Lori’s concept of proportions. They owned an industrial sized fridge, an industrial sized oven. Lexi never just brought home a to-go box, she brought home platters. 

She scooped another heaping spoonful into her mouth. 

Lexi had always wanted to feed Lori, in general, but especially during sex. 

But it was always after sex that Lori wanted to be fed, that’s when she really enjoyed a full mouth, a full belly. 

If this was treating herself, Lori could get used to treating herself. Their bath could be bigger but everything else about the evening had been perfect. Well, nearly perfect. Masturbating is great but sex with someone is better. She missed getting fucked by Lexi.

A echoing clunk as her spoon hit the empty catering tray. “Gone already?” Lori thought that there’d been more casserole left over than that, Lexi usually doesn’t bring home insubstantial scraps. 

She put the empty tray back on the drink cart and pulled the dessert tray onto her belly, “OOooo! Cold!” She’d forgot it had been in the freezer earlier.

One by one, Lori delicately chose another french pastry from the tray and devoured it, slowly, meticulously.

Eyes closed she fished around the tray to find her next bite. 

Lori opened her eyes when her hand couldn’t find anything.

“Hm,” a bit annoyed there wasn’t any left. She wasn’t done with dessert yet. “TGFI, thank goodness for ice-cream” she laughed to herself as she put the dessert tray on the cart and lifted a large tub of ice cream onto her belly.

“Oh!” as the lid came off the tub melted ice cream spilled onto her boobs.

She lifted a great sagging tit to her mouth to lick off the melted cream, “waste not want not.”

She tried to take a spoonful from the tub but ice cream dripped all over her belly and breasts, “this is a mess.”

Lori dropped the spoon on the cart and lifted the tub to her lips, drinking the melted ice cream, “that’s fine, I wanted a milkshake anyway.”

What started as a sophisticated sip quickly became a ravaged gulp as Lori drank and drank and drank and drank until the restaurant sized gallon tub ran out.

“Huff, huff, huff,” Lori was as sweaty and out of breath as she was after sex. The tub of ice cream slipped out of her hand onto the floor over the edge of the tub.

The already tight bathtub felt even tighter now. On hand rested on her belly as it heaved up and down with her breath, her belly extended higher now than earlier. Her boobs pushed up to her chins. 

The steam and the fullness and the orgasm had left her weak and sleepy. 

With a smile on her mouth she drifted blissfully off to sleep.