Julie stepped out of the shower, dried herself with a towel, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She adjusted her hair with a small dab of styling gel and applied just enough makeup. Looking at her naked self in the mirror, she nodded in approval, and turned to exit the bathroom.

She walked out of the bathroom, through her bedroom, and down the hallway to the kitchen.

"Holy shit!", she said, jumping back a few inches, "What the fuck, you startled me!".

Jason was standing at the counter, a look of pleasant shock and amazement across his face.

"Uh, wow!", he said, "I really love what you're not wearing! You look fantastic in that suit!"

Julie immediately covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with a hand. "What suit? You caught me without any clothes! Dammit Jay, can you text first?"

Jason replied, "Birthday suit.", as he gazed from her bare feet to her freshly-made hair and back. "And, I did, yesterday, remember? You said come on over, anytime? Just let yourself in? So I did. And here's the finished product."

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, "Well thanks for the compliment at least. You sure got an eye full, consider yourself very lucky!", she said as he walked to the large box on the kitchen table, opened it and delicately removed a very large, dome-shaped white dessert lined at the base with sliced strawberries.

He said, "Oh I am lucky, Julie, you really do look great. Very sexy."

Her cheeks flushed, she said "Thank you. I just can't believe I didn't hear you come in, and you literally caught me unaware. And stark naked. Ugh!"

He looked at her again, and couldn't resist lingering his gaze. She noticed, and said, "Ok ok, stop staring!"

He smiled, "So sorry. That was rude."

She shrugged, and still covering herself as much as possible, said, "Well, I'm not too displeased that you like what you see. It does lessen the shock a little. I think I like what I see, what's the dessert you made? It looks amazing!"

He nodded, "Ah, yeah! Whipped cream and marscapone mousse, with a little marshmallow for texture. Lined on the bottom and around the base with fresh strawberries. It's solid cream, and enough to handle the twenty-five or thirty people you're planning to entertain."

Julie stepped closer to the dessert, "It's a bombe? You made this yourself? I'm impressed!"

He nodded, "Kind of a bombe. There's no cake layers, so it more like an upside-down mousse. Basically a huge bowl of stable and thick cream on a base of strawberry. And yep I did make this myself."

She looked at Jason, "I'm so impressed! You're almost forgiven for catching me naked in my own home!"

"Almost huh? Yeah, look, so sorry about that. But you're still here, so it can't be that bad right?", he asked.

Julie shrugged, "Well, the look on your face is pretty priceless. I'm flattered, and it's my fault for waltzing around the apartment nude. But I wasn't expecting anyone to be around. I'm glad it was you."

"Oh?", he asked, looking into Julie's eyes.

Julie stammered, "Ah, well, I mean, you know, you, ah, because we know each other. You know what I mean."

Jason nodded, "Gotcha! Well, you don't seem to mind being naked. That's cool."

She shook her head, "Yeah, I don't mind, it's really not a big deal, I'm fine without any clothes on. But getting caught unawares is a whole new level of..."

She stopped suddenly and cleared her throat.

He asked, "A whole new level of...what?"

Julie shook her head gently, "Oh nevermind, I was going to say 'thrill', but...", and she shrugged, her cheeks turning another shade of pink once again.

Jason said, "Fetish? Kink?"

Julie laughed, "Ok, ok! Stop! No! I, look, never-mind. I was just startled that's all!"

He smiled and nodded, "Got it!"

Julie walked closer to the dessert. "So, and I mean this in the nicest way, I'm really very impressed that you made this big bombe thingie, but I was kinda.. hoping for.. a cake? You know, something easy to slice and pass around?"

Jason looked at Julie, "Oh, a cake? I hadn't thought about slicing and passing around. I just figured, spoons and bowls. And I know that you love whipped cream and strawberry. So, this!"

Julie looked at Jason and smiled, "Aw! Yes, I do love cream and berries, I really do. And you're so sweet to think of me. But I don't have enough bowls!"

"Ah", he said. "We can run out and get some."

Julie smiled as sweetly as she could, "Or, you know, you could run home and make a big cake?"

He laughed, "Oh man, that'll take more time than I have! Are you sure you don't want to serve the bombe?"

Julie bit her lip, "Well, yes, er, no, I mean, I've love to try some cream and strawberry, but for our guests, maybe something easier to serve? I'm so sorry! I mean, I love your work, and I'd love to try some! It does look delicious."

Jason sighed, and nodded, "I understand. It does make sense, I get it. But I'm happy that you like it anyway, that's cool! So you can just have it for yourself, then!"

Julie nodded, "Yes, I'll keep it for myself! And for you, we can share. Thank you for understanding, Jason, really. I appreciate it!"

He put a hand on her bare forearm, "No worries. I'm just happy that you love the bombe, and want to try some. And that you want to keep it for yourself, I'm flattered!"

"Aw, of course! I love it, and I do love cream. Mm!", she replied.

Jason stood closer to Julie and asked, "Before I go and create a cake, would you like to try the bombe? I'm happy to serve it to you."

She grinned, "Sure! I'd love to! And so sweet of you to serve me some!"

He smiled, "No problem, it's my pleasure, really! Would you like some strawberries from the bottom?"

Julie nodded her head, "I'd love some strawberries from the bottom!"

Jason said, "OK, with pleasure!"

He very quickly and deftly put one hand at the back of her head, and standing behind Julie he very quickly bent her over, face-first, into the bombe, dunking her face into the huge dome of thick cream.

Julie squealed, and reflexively braced her hands against the table on either side of the bombe. She slid forward as Jason lowered her head to the bottom of the bombe, cream separating around her head. As she slid forward through the dessert, cream and strawberry coated her face, around her hair, and coated her neck and breasts with creamy smears and peaks.

She gasped loudly, and gave a quick, deep laugh before gasping again, in shock. She stood up straight, her face covered in a sheet of thick cream, her eyelashes coated with cream, the front half of her hair on all sides stuck with cream, and her neck and upper body covered in a generous application of cream. In the same way that you'd dip a strawberry in whipped cream, Julie was dipped in a thick whipped-cream bombe.

She stood up, face plastered, her mouth an expression of shock. A large glob of cream fell from the side of her face and slid down her breast, landing on the floor with a loud slap. Another glob of thick cream was stuck under her chin, and started to slide down her chest, between her breasts, and down her body until it slid off of her sex and landed on the floor.

Her breasts were creamed, and her now-pert nipples two white bumps under a layer of peaky cream.

Julie blinked at Jason. "You did not just do that!"

Jason, laughing, nodded, "Oh, yes I did! And oh you look great! This is a perfect look!"

Julie nodded, and started to smile, and licked her lips. "Mmm, delicious." She took a bunch of cream from the top of her head and smeared it on Jason's face. He flinched, but laughed.

"There!", she said.

He licked his lip, and said, "Thanks! But, my shirt!"

Julie put her hands on her hips, "Better take it off then. Better take off everything!" And she flicked more cream at him.

Very quickly, he was out of his clothes while she watched. Julie said, "I'm enjoying this!"

Jason asked, "Which, getting totally creamed or watching me strip?"

Julie laughed, "Both!"

Once he was naked, it was her turn to look him up and down. "Hello!", she said, "You're quite sexy! And so turned on!"

Jason nodded, "You look fucking amazing. Aren't you turned on?"

She walked up to him and wrapped her creamed arms around his neck, and pressed her creamed skin against his, "Extremely", she replied, and kissed him.

They kissed, passionately, for a while, smearing cream all over each other's skin, until he was almost as white as she was. He reached out and took a big bunch of cream in his hand, and just as she said "Don't!", he smeared it all over her face and hair while she tried to get away, laughing.

"Oh you...!", she exclaimed, and took as much cream as she could in two hands and smeared it all over his face, hair, and down his body to his hard cock.

He gasped as she creamed and stroked him, and in response slide his hand to her clit and started to massage her with two fingers. She gasped, and said, "Oh, I like that!"

Cream-covered and masturbating each other, their mouths met and they kissed deeply and passionately, tasting like cream, their legs shaking, tongues chasing each other, and bodies slipping and sliding against each other. Gasping, she said, "Oh I don't know what's better, getting caught naked unawares, or getting dunked in cream!"

He kissed her, and then said, "How about both?"

She nodded, "Oh yeah, both! I'd say either way I was fucked."

He replied, "Oh, yes. And now we're both fucked."

She kissed him, "We are both fucked. Creamed and fucked."

He agreed, "Massively creamed, in your case, and so so fucked."

She kissed him again, and gasped as his fingers had her on the edge. Her legs shaking, she looked at him though creamed eyelashes and a face that still look freshly dipped in whipped cream, "I like the creamed part. How about the fucked part?", Julie asked.

She pushed herself against him, and said, "Get on the floor."

He complied, and she straddled him, rubbing her wetness against his hardness. Biting her lip, she kissed him, and he kissed right back, and she said, "Oh yes, so fucked!", and she slid on top of him.

They both gasped, and had creamy, passionate sex on the mess-splattered floor of the kitchen.