The reception room

In the reception room, Cody had a problem. While the room wasn’t entirely in focus he had a fantastic view of his co-workers. Red-headed Taylor was sitting beside him on the small couch. Despite the fact that there was enough room for two to be comfortable Taylor had been pressing closer and closer as she got drunker. At first Cody had tried to keep her at a distance out of respect for CJ but now he was pleasantly warm and enjoyed the sensation of Taylor’s curves against his body with nothing in between but her red swimsuit and his t-shirt. He had draped an arm around her which allowed the generous swell of her chest to press into his side. On the other couch, facing Cody and Taylor over a coffee table, were Jordan and Jessie. Jordan was wearing tight blue jeans and an exceptionally tight blue tank top. Jessie on the other hand was only wearing a black bikini and thong with a pair of stilettos. All of this allowed Cody to gaze at every inch of her tanned and toned body, from her long legs and washboard stomach to the incredible cleavage on display. Hence the problem Cody now had, he had a massive erection which his shorts did very little to hide and he was afraid that soon one of his sexy colleagues would notice. If they did he was sure he’d never hear the end of the teasing, not about the size of the erection obviously, CJ’s satisfied smirk over the past few months could have attested to the fact that when it down to it, Cody was very well hung. What he was afraid of was that these three women would refer to it all the time in conversation and he’d never live it down. Yet at the same time the thought that these hot women would know and possibly talk about his size excited him.

In fact the situation was worse then Cody imagined, all three women were well aware of his predicament and were each doing there utmost to keep things hard for him, and, if possible to get a glimpse of Cody’s equipment. Ultimately this was probably CJ’s fault. If not for her then Cody would probably just have been regarded as another good looking guy with nothing to single him out. But while in public CJ made it perfectly clear that Cody was one hell of a lay and probably well hung to boot what she did private was entirely different. In the confines of the women’s locker rooms and showers and whenever she was out on patrol with just another woman the conversation would always turn to how lucky she was to be going out with a real man, a man who could fill her entirely, a man who could make her cum again and again and again. Her satisfied smirk was all the more evident and occasionally she emphasised how she found it awkward to walk properly in the mornings.

Each of the women with Cody now was used to being able to have any man she wanted. Each had been the most desired woman in high school and in some cases college and each had on occasion taken another woman’s man just to give him a ‘try out’. And each woman saw this as the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the well hung stud that was drinking with them.