ning down the inside of her thighs. Watching the water dance over her body excited me tremendously.
    I took my soapy hands and put them on her waist, then lightly caressed her lower stomach. I then moved my hands back to her hips. She drew her hands across her body to soap them up and grabbed me. I was acutely sensitive now and when she touched me I jerked back a couple of times. I slid my hands toward the center of her body, between her legs. She squeezed me a little harder and gasped as I rubbed my hand back and forth on her.
    "I don't think I can stand any more of this," I said, panting heavily.
    "We can take care of that," she said as she turned around, bent over and grabbed the faucet offering her vagina to me.
    She arched her hips in the air. I took hold of myself and rubbed the head of it up and down on her clit. I paused a second at her opening, then guided it in. I started to pump fast holding onto her hips. The water ran between our bodies as my groin slapped against her buttocks with each hard thrust I made, making us even more slippery than usual, if that was possible. The feeling was almost there. I grabbed onto the top of the shower door and pumped as hard as I could. I watched the water splash on Jo's back and along the sides of her breasts as I released myself in erratic spasms. I had trouble keeping my balance on the wet shower floor as every muscle in my body tightened. I threw my head back, then slowly relaxed.
    We held that position for a moment, then Jo started pushing against me. I knew she wanted to finish, so I moved with her. I reached down around her hips between her legs. As I pumped I stroked her clit with my finger and she responded by arching her hips a little higher.
    "Oohh . . . that's just right," she moaned.
    She moved against me, her back muscles tightening as she grabbed the faucet. I knew she was cuming so I thrusted harder and she groaned louder. She held firm on my hard-on for a moment, contracted a few times, then moaned loudly as she came. Her head fell limp for a second, then she stood up, faced me and put her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist and we stood there letting the water run over our bodies.
    "This feels real good, but if we stay in here any longer, our skin's going to shrivel up like prunes," I said.
    Jo agreed, so we rinsed off and got out. I picked up a towel and handed it to her, "Your father's going to be home soon. Don't you think we should hurry?"
    "Ron, stop worrying about my father. I'm a grown woman, I can do what I want."
    "Whatever you say. I still think we should hurry up." I didn't think being caught in the shower with Jo would go over too well with him.
    "You worry too much. Just relax and take it easy. We have plenty of time."
    I finished drying off and picked up my clothes, "I wish I had clean clothes to put on. Oh well, you can't have it all, I guess."
    "No, you can't," Jo said as she wrapped the towel around her hair and came into the bedroom naked.
    I watched her as she walked to the dresser and rummaged through her drawer for undergarments. I strolled over to the window just as her dad drove up to the front of the house, "Jo, your father's home."
    "Oh, really," she said with a surprised look.