“That concrete gets everywhere, and seems to start hardening immediately. Reminds me of somebody.” She teased, turning away from me, and backing up, pressing her sweet round butt against me. She had her hands on the soap, and was lathering up her body. “The least you could do is help me clean up,” she said, reaching for my hands and placing them back on her breasts.
While I let my hands fondle and caress her slick flesh, she continued rubbing her butt against my steely shaft. She raised one foot up onto the corner ledge, opening her legs, and reached back to grab my cock and slide it against her.
I don’t know how I get myself in these situations, but I bent my knees, lowering my hips and bringing my aching cock in line with where her hands were guiding me. We both pushed, and I felt myself slide into her, smoothly. Three quarters buried, I released her tits, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back, hard, filling her.
“Fuck!” she gasped, grinding her hips against me. “Damn, I needed that. My sister has had me in a constant state of teasing for over a week now.” I looked down at the sexy thing, getting a good view of her tramp stamp for the first time. She had a four-leaf clover centered on her lower back, with intricate vines curling away. Looking carefully, I could see that the vines on the left side spelled out “Lucky” in cursive, on the right side, it read “You.” Lucky You. Nice.
I turned with her, pressing her against the wall, while I slowly drove in and out of her warm slice. I reached up to turn the shower head away, and then thought better of it, turned it to massage, and aimed it at where we were joined. “Tell me about the teasing.”
“She’s such a bitch. She has me in the room with her and Jim all the time now, whenever they’re going at it. I’m sometimes allowed to play along, even suck him and ride him, but never to completion for either of us. It’s killing me.” Her words arrived in bursts, interrupted by intermittent gasps. Her hands were spread wide, bracing her against the sides of the shower, as she thrust back against me with her hips. I felt her shiver. “God, Jack, you feel huge inside of me.”
We were no longer talking, and I was pounding her pretty hard. Her gasps turned to a series of long moans, until she cried out for me, her entire body trembling. Her legs almost gave out, and as she slid down, I lifted her back up, grabbing the back of her thighs and raising her off the ground, eliciting a surprised squeal from my little friend. I pinned her to the wall and fucked her viciously. She came in waves, but before I felt the need to come inside her, I eased back and set her down on the ground, her trembling legs slow to accept her weight.
She felt good sheathing my cock, but I was already feeling horrible about what I was doing. How Karen would take it. Never mind Beth and Debbie. I had to stop. I pulled out of her, leaving her moaning. “We can’t be doing this, Robin,” I told her.
She looked up at me with eyes glistening, silent, angry. Then I saw the change, just before she leaned forward and clung to me. “I know. I’m sorry.” She held on for a long while, the water pounding against my back.
“Let me help you with this guy,” she finally said, grasping my still hard cock and dropping to her knees. “You definitely took care of me. I can’t leave you like this. It’ll be our little secret, I promise. Besides, I’m dying to feel this monster in my mouth.”
I didn’t know if I trusted her promise, but her mouth was quite the persuader, and in only a couple of minutes she had me on the brink of unloading. But that devil of a conscience of mine was kicking in overtime, and I reasoned with myself that if I didn’t complete the action, it didn’t really happen after all. “Please, Robin, stop now.” I followed my words with a slow retraction, pushing her head away while I turned my hips, slowly drawing out of her talented mouth. It was hard.
“I’d be happy to finish that for you. It’s the least I could do,” she said with a taunting smile.
“Thanks, but you’ve helped enough. That was nice,” I told her.
“Nice? Fan-fucking-tastic, I would hope. We didn’t have to stop. I promise I can be discreet. This can be our little secret. I’d be happy to put that beast to use any time you feel up to it.” She leaned against me, holding me tightly. “Maybe you can even talk your lady friends into letting me play along some time for real.”
I was letting my hands misbehave once more, as were hers. I had to push her away from me, before I got carried away. Even so, my fingers lingered on her hard little nipples. “Get everything worked out with Karen first. Once that’s completely resolved, I’ll see what I can do about a play date.”
“Working on it,” she said, turning off the water which had started to noticeably cool. She stepped out and started drying herself off, and a few seconds later I was beside her, and we were talking about the addition as if nothing had ever happened. I guess not completely as if nothing happened. She kneeled behind me and dried off my legs, working up to where they came together. She made sure my rod was thoroughly dried off, while talking about load-bearing beams, foundation curing and other less intimate subjects. It didn’t stop my cock from responding to the stimulus, maintaining its rock hard state. I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped into the bedroom to get dressed, eager to distance myself from the little hellion in the bathroom before we got caught.
“Jack!” I heard from behind, and barely had time to turn around before Beth leaped up and wrapped me in her arms and legs. “God, I’ve missed you!”
I felt her tense up, and figured rightly she was probably looking at Robin drying off in our bathroom. The best defense is a good offense…
“Imagine my surprise when you sent Robin in to help me in the shower,” I told her, before planting a big kiss on her.
“I didn’t! I mean, I didn’t know. Jesus, Jack, did you shower with her?” Beth sputtered.