Edith Bowman the unlikely

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I have never met Edith Bowman. She is probably happily married. It is just a fantasy. 

Edith Bowman the unlikely

I did not realise that so many celebrities secretly longed to get messy. I had never really spoken to a celebrity before, but one day I got a message on my email from someone who turned out to be just that. The email said that the person enjoyed my website and hearing about celebrities getting messy. Later she divulged that she herself was a minor celebrity and had always wanted to read a story about herself or for a messing to happen to her for real. I had no idea who it might be at first, but eventually, she revealed her identity. I was sworn to secrecy, but it turns out that the lady in question was none other than radio presenter Edith Bowman. I was rather excited when I heard this. Although Edith was not a superstar or a model or anything, I had always found her quite attractive. She had quite a sexy accent, actually. We continued to communicate for some time. We began to speak more often and the talks became more and more explicit and messy. This went on for quite a while. Eventually, it all reached a critical mass. One day she sent me a message saying, “F*** it. I want to get messy. Mess me.” Of course, I could not believe my ears when I heard this. I could not believe that she was serious. At this point, I did not fully believe that it was really her. I did think to myself,” Why would anyone pretend to be Edith Bowman? There are far bigger celebrities people could pretend to be.” 

I decided that I really had nothing to lose and everything to gain from the situation so we decided that we would meet up and carry out both of our fantasies. We made plans to meet somewhere neutral. I was half expecting no one to be there, but sure enough there she was, Edith Bowman in the flesh. It was a coffee shop near BBC studios. We got a coffee and discussed things. It was all in hushed tones and very erotic. The whole setup was very exciting and arousing. “I can’t believe we are doing this. I feel so hot though right now. I am just dying to get messy,” she whispered. We sat opposite one another. She reached her legs across under the table and erotically began to rub her leg against mine. “This is so dirty,” she said. I was drinking a sorry of strawberry and cream drink. She told me,” Right now, all I can think about is you pouring that all over me.” I smiled at her. “Why don’t we get five or six to go?,” I said. She licked her lips. “Let’s,” she said. We did just that. We ordered a few of the thick messy drink and went off together to Edith’s flat. She also had other items there that she had purchased to be used upon her. 

We walked to her place carrying the trays of the drinks. She looked really good in person. She wore jeans, a grey t-shirt with a band logo and a brown leather jacket. We both could not wait to get there. Luckily, it was not a long walk. As we walked there, she continued to whisper all sorts of filthy things in my ear. As we entered her front door, we walked over to the kitchen counter and placed the trays down. She then whipped her jacket off and flung herself at me. We started kissing and touching all over each other. We were both highly aroused just thinking about the plans we were about to carry out together. By this time, each of us had our hands firmly on the other person’s crotch. I could feel that the crotch of her jeans was soaking wet. “This is going to be amazing. I am so wet already,” she whispered. 

As we kissed and touched, I reached over to take the first of the cold drinks. Edith looked up at me and smiled. I held it over her. She licked her lips and had the sexiest look in her eyes that I had ever seen in my entire life. “Looks so creamy,” she purred. She closed her eyes as I slowly tipped the plastic cup over her head. The whipped cream that covered the topped of the drink fell and tumbled onto Edith’s head, landing squarely on the top of her head. The rest of the drink then poured down her scraggly blonde hair and down her face. She let out a grunt that sounded as if she was responding to the gentle touch of a lover upon her body. I tipped more down the front of her shirt. The drink rolled down her breasts and down her stomach. Her belly button was peeking out from beneath her shirt, so I poured more of the brown drink onto her stomach and belly button. It then dumped more onto her lap over her jeans and then down each of her legs. She moaned and shivered as she felt the cold drink cascade down her clothes and body. 

The next drink I poured up and down her boots and even a bit inside of them. I then poured some right into the back of her jeans. She jumped and wiggled as she felt the cold mess down the back of her underwear all over her rear end. I then poured more down her neck and into the inside of her shirt. She kept saying,” Oooh yes,” and ,” Oh my God,” as I dumped the drinks upon her body. She leaned over and kissed me passionately as I began to dump a strawberry and cream drink over her head and down her chest. She then reached down and quickly removed her shirt, throwing it asunder. She then unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to her knees. I pulled up with the drink before pouring more of it gently down her onto her bra and stomach and then down onto her underwear. Her underwear had super hero logos on them. They were now soaked pink. She also began to finger herself as I grabbed another of the drinks. “I’m so f****** horny,” she exclaimed.

I poured more of the drinks onto her body, one after another as she grinded her hips. She was soaked in the drink. In one of the last drinks was a few stray ice cubes. I reached in and grabbed this. I then took my fingers and ran the ice up and down Edith’s belly and between her breasts, watching it slowly melt away. It was very satisfying as we lived out what we had been imagining in the shop. The drink I had been drinking was now being poured onto a half-naked Edith Bowman. 

I then went and took some of the other items that Edith had procured. “Get the mustard,” she said in her sexy Scottish accent. I did as I was asked, grabbing a container of cheap yellow mustard. I held it over her head and squeezed some out. I then moved it back and forth on her head, forming tightly coiled lines of yellow mess that dripped down her face. I then did the same to her stomach and lap, making piles and lines of the yellow condiment on her. I then took a jar of relish and dumped it over her head and into her underwear. I took my hand and patted the front of her underwear, smooshing the relish into her neatly trimmed fanny. She referred to this as her Mary, which was quite cute, I thought.

I then took a chocolate cream pie that she had purchased and pushed it into her face, mashing it around. I then smeared it downwards, all the way to her stomach, smearing chocolaty pie filled mess all the way down her body. She then through her arms around me. We rolled over and she lead me to her bedroom where we quickly enjoyed what can be best described as the climax of the evening’s festivities.