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.
