Twos company, Threes a crowd and Fours an Orgy! Five?
Tom watched Eva walk back towards her offices as he enjoyed the sight of her rear end. He turned tail with the scenery drawings under his arm. Arriving at the workshop, Tom locked himself inside for the rest of the workday. He listed materials for the set construction, only having contact with the UPS delivery man who had banged the big door of the workshop to get his attention when he delivered his tools. Tom found himself united with his collection of woodworking tools, an emotional surprise. He checked them over and busied himself for the rest of the afternoon, honing cutting edges on planes and chisels.
He drove around to the house, entered through the boot room and stripped for a shower. On reaching the shower room, he found Eva under a showerhead soaping her body, as Sal shampooed her hair, both beautiful women, naked, wet and sensual as the water hit their bodies, both unaware of Toms presence. Tom once again became rock hard as his cock throbbed and his pulse raced given the sight before him, turning him on.
Sal rinsed Eva's hair and turned her to face her, French kissing her passionately as their mouths devoured each other, their tongues and lips mashing together in their lust. Toms view of the two beautiful, naked, wet women had Tom wanking his eight inches of solid manhood. He was so turned-on as their hands slipped over each other bodies, gliding across wet breasts, bums, hips, shoulders as they kissed, moans emanated from deep in their throats, animalistic noises. The couple were sliding their pussies on the thighs, all action, all-consuming, all driving them on in their lust-driven pursuit of conclusions. Inevitably they climaxed within a couple of minutes of each other, Sal first throwing her head back and gasped for breath as she held Eva tighter, noticeably trembling. Eva groaned and buried her head in Sal ample bosom wallowing in her soft flesh.
Both the naked, orgasming beauties became unstable on their legs. Tom moved forward, surprising both of them. Their passion had caused them not to observe by them, to this point. He held them steady with an arm around each of their waists, his hard cock on Sal hip, his grip firm as he helped them to regain balance as they came down from their sexual high, slowly reacting to his presence by embracing him under the cascading water from the drench shower head. Sal took his hard cock in her hand and wanked him slowly, enjoying the ridges and ripples of his manhood as Eva stretched up on tiptoes and kissed him, a wet sensual kiss. He felt stimulated from watching their lovemaking, with one caressing his balls and the other wanking his cock, his come shoot over both the beautiful women, several jets covered their hands and arms. He kissed them both in a three-way passionate snog.
Only after getting back to his room did it occur to Tom that all of his sexual activities that day had been certainly in some instances and most probably being filmed in most others. He would investigate the cellar later when he returned from his night out.
I arrived at the arranged meeting place, the garage, with Olga beside me in the works truck, finding Ashine and Morven waiting. Both looked a million dollars, made up, short skirts, hair styled, legs tanned, bare and toned in high heels.
Olga opened the door, slid across the bench seat and beckoned them to get in. Morven sat on her lap with Ashine squashed in next to her and closed the door.
It was very cosy. The perfume of three women filled the cab with a heady cocktail of aromas.
Morgan directed me. We travelled miles, Olga and I questioned her constantly about where we were going, we ultimately arrived in Cork, she advised me to park in the car park of the Jury Inn Hotel. Ashine slipped out of the truck, went into the rear of the hotel, returning as we had all got out and straightened our clothing. She put a parking permit inside the windscreen.
Morven took charge leading us hand in hand to a bar a short walk away. I was allowed a glass of coke as I was driving. The three ladies had pints of Murphys stout.
Olga became amused as Ashine and Morven dominated my time, hugging me and kissing me. They clung to me.
Morvan decided we were moving venues. We went around the first street corner and to the front of a queue of twenty people, all waiting to be allowed entrance to 'The Club L'.
