Emily and Steve Part 3

I was left standing a little flabbergasted in my speedos. Now, I'm not the kind of guy that wears speedos down to the beach, but when swimming laps I don't like the extra drag that swim trunks have, so I wear the tight fitting speedos to make myself as aerodynamic as possible. Seeing Mike's bare white ass, and watching the water running from his blond hair down his back brought back the fantasy of Emily in the shower again, and I found my speedos quickly tightening as my cock grew in size. I gulped and walked towards the change room door.

I walked into the change room, and was surprised to find that Mike wasn't in the shower. "Umm, Mike?" I called out, but no answer came in return. I turned on the shower and started to rinse myself down, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Looks like I may have wandered into the wrong change room." I turned to see that Mike had done a quick transformation into Emily, putting on a bright pink string bikini and tussling her hair up to give it more body. She hadn't put on any makeup, but even without any makeup, she was very feminine looking. She walked towards me on her tip-toes, a sultry walk that drove more blood into my cock, and stood at the shower beside me.

My mind was turning circles. This was a public change room, and other residents could walk in at any time. My heart was beating loudly in my chest. True, I thought to myself, that usually on the weeknights you don't get many people coming in, but the thought of someone walking in and seeing me with a hard on standing beside a blonde girl in the men's change room would be hard to explain to the management of the building. I swallowed hard, and felt more blood drain from my face when I thought of the other possibility -- the security guard who patrolled the building. He was sure to come in at least once an hour. I started to feel faint.

It was then I noticed that Emily had a bottle of body wash in her hand. She poured some out, and soon started lathering herself up, paying special attention to working in and around and under the fabric of her bikini top. She then turned away from me, and started to lather up her ass, which was mostly exposed by the very little fabric her thong bikini bottom had.