A few hours

I woke a few hours later, at about 7pm. Rubbing my eyes as I came to, I wondered: "Was that just a dream?". It felt real, Kate and Sam's naked bodies running through my mind. New York, it turned out, was going to be great.

As I opened my door, the smell of dinner cooking hit me. Curry, fantastic! Going down to the Kitchen, I saw Sam cooking with who I assumed to be Piti. About 5' 5", she was wearing a street dancer's outfit. Little black shorts, barely covering the bottom of her ass, fishnet stockings and a tiny bralet top. Her top, designed for dancing, was tight and hung to every one of her curves. "You'll need far more lemongrass than that, Sam", she said as the two of them prepared dinner. "At least three.". Turning around as I entered the room, she smiled. "You must be Tom".

"Yeah, Piti, was it?". For some reason I extended my hand for a handshake. Somewhat formal, considering I'd just cum all over two of her flatmates just a few hours ago. She ignored my outstretched hand and extended her arms, bringing me into a welcoming hug. Her tits pressed up against my own chest was a fantastic feeling. "You been at work, Sam and Kate said you were a professional dancer?".

Piti noticed the way I was looking at her and grinned. "Yeah, it was the last of my street dance shows today. It wasn't my favourite, I kept feeling like I was going to pop out of my top every time I jumped up and down!". Without a word of warning, she demonstrated by jumping on the spot a few times. My eyes followed the movement of her chest as she proved she wasn't lying - her tiny bralet rode down revealing the tops of her nipples. "See?"

I was barely able to contain my stutter as she rearranged herself. "Er, yeah, of course. Must have been, erm, problematic, during the show, I guess...". Piti nodded as Sam turned to face her.

"Stop being a fucking slut, Piti and help me with the food - you know I'm not good with Thai flavours". Sam gave me a quick wink from behind Piti's back, and used her hand and tongue in her opposite cheek to create a 'blowjob' motion without Piti seeing. Was I dreaming? I must be dreaming. Sam smacked her tiny ass and kept her hand there, rubbing it slowly, as Piti moved to check on the food and flavours. "Tom, Piti's doing nothing useful", she said as she started sliding her hand down the crack of Piti's ass, stroking her pussy from behind. "Would you mind helping me?"