Emily and Steve Part 3

I was torn between two emotions; my growing desire to have Emily right then and there, and my complete and total fear of discovery. Emily's hands were soon working the lather into her butt crack, and pushing the string from her bikini out of the way to expose her pink asshole. She moved towards the wall, letting the water from the shower run down her back, and start to rinse the soap off her back and ass. I found myself almost without thinking moving until I was standing right behind her. Soon my hard cock, still trapped in my speedo, was pressing against her. Emily's hand moved to the top of my speedo, and yanked it down, freeing my hard-on. She grabbed my cock, and guided it directly to her asshole, slick with water and soap. "Fuck me," she said, and I found myself pushing inside her.

Soon Emily's hands were bracing herself against the shower wall as I quickened the pace of my thrusts. Her head flung back, and I found myself kissing and nibbling on her neck. My hands moved up and pushed her bikini top away from her nipples, and I started playing with them, tweaking and massaging them as they grew in size. She moaned and tossed her head, exposing her ear. My tongue found her ear, and I licked and nibbled on her lobes. Emily turned her head towards mine, and our tongues met in mid-air, the water from the shower filling our open mouths until we had to pull away for fear of drowning. She leaned her head against the cold tile of the shower wall as I pushed deeper and harder inside her.

Just as I was starting to feel comfortable, and forgetting all of my anxiety about getting caught, Emily, between panting breaths said, "Someone could walk in at any moment and catch us. We are totally exposed." All my fear returned, and I felt my hands start to shake. I looked around nervously, and my pace of thrusting inside Emily slackened. Emily started pushing her ass back against my body, swallowing up my cock again. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder and faster! Fuck me deeper!"