An anxious day at work.

Your mind can barely focus on work as you keep daydreaming about having sex with Camila. You contemplate about rubbing one out in the washroom to reduce your sexual anxiety but you decide you rather save it for Camila after dinner. Somehow you make it to the end of the workday, managing to be productive enough not to be called out by your manager.

As you head to your car your phone vibrates and you noticed that you got a text from Camila.

Camila: Hey, baby! Ready to eat something spicy tonight?
You: Food or you?
Camila: LOL Both!
You: Do you need me to pick anything up?
Camila: Dessert
You: I thought I was your dessert?
Camila: LOL Ice cream, silly!
You: I'll be over in 30 minutes!
Camila: xoxo

You drive to the closest grocery store near her place and pick up a variety of Ben & Jerry's and Häagen-Dazs ice cream, unsure what flavors Camila likes. You park in front of her apartment building because this time you feel you have nothing to hide from her neighbors.

You punch the buzzer number and wait a few seconds before Camila answers. "Come on up, baby! The door's unlocked!"

She buzzes you in and you sprint up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. Like she said, the door is unlocked and you make your way inside, locking the door behind you.

"Camila?" you shout after noticing she isn't in the living or the kitchen.

"I'm in the bedroom!" she shouts back. "Be right there!"

"I'm going to put the ice cream in the freezer," you tell her. You are engrossed in loading the freezer with the ice cream you bought that you don't hear Camila walking up to you.

"Hey, baby, I have a surprise for you!" she giggles, giving your ass a playful slap that startles you.

You almost drop the pint of Häagen-Dazs when you turn around.