Unwinding

You return to find your three roommates murmuring to one another, and you notice first Hazel then Emma glancing at you as you approach.

“Thanks sooo much, Felix,” giggles Hazel reaching up with an open hand.

You smile, and give her the drink. “I have the feeling whatever idea you three have concocted whilst I was away is going to be… interesting.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” says Naomi flatly, accepting her can of beer. You hold eye contact for a moment, trying to figure out whether she’s being sarcastic, before admitting defeat and climbing into the hot tub.

“So, what were you talking about then, if it wasn’t a nefarious plan?” you tease, passing Emma her glass.

“Mostly just commenting that we’ve somehow found the only Irish girl in the world who doesn’t drink, at the University of Sexual Education,” enunciates Hazel, leaning forward in a way that deliciously presents her bikini-clad cleavage.

“Oh, get over it,” sighs the redhead, playfully slapping her tormentor. “We’re not living in the 90s, it’s not a social necessity these days.”

“I get it, Emma,” you reassure her, and she gives you a grateful expression.

“What are you drinking then, Mr Samson?” asks Naomi, sidling closer to you until you feel her warm, shapely body pressed against yours, an arm draping over your shoulders. You wrap your hand around her taut waist, and she doesn’t protest.

You try to ignore the tent in your swimshorts as you reply, “{if Enhanced M==true}Just a rum and coke.”

“Nice,” nods Hazel enthusiastically, to eye-rolls from the other girls. Emma slides around the hot tub until she finds her way into an embrace that matches {naomi’s}.{else if Famously talented lover==true}Whiskey, straight. It’s a Talisker single malt - I was impressed that they would stock good whiskey in as remote a place as this.”

“You’re a whiskey man?” asks Emma, shuffling closer to you, until you have an arm around her too.{else}Vodka Martini,” you say, giving your most dashing smile.

“Shaken, not stirred?” laughs Emma, shuffling closer to you until you have an arm around her, too. Her abs feel incredible under your fingers.

“Only on special occasions, darling,” you say in your best Sean Connery expression, and the redhead giggles like a child. “But if you don’t care about the metaphor it’s actually better mixology to stir martinis.”{endif}

The four of you keep chatting late into the evening, and you barely pay attention to the topic of conversation. Who could blame you, holding a gorgeous babe in each arm? Naomi stays as composed as ever, draping herself against your side like a supermodel, whilst the actual model nestles against you like a highschool sweetheart. Hazel doesn’t seem to mind the arrangement, stretching out into all the extra space her neighbours have ceded. When a break in the conversation comes, your eyes don’t know where to look, between the cleavage of the girls on either side, and the beautiful, petite body of the brunette opposite.{if Images==false}{else}

{endif}

Without warning, but slowly enough for you to process, Naomi reaches over and grabs your crotch. You suppress a startled cry, sitting up a lot straighter. “What the f-”

“He’s almost there,” says the Brazilian to the others with the same tone as one might use when making coffee. “Just needs a little longer."

“Well, I'm impatient,” grins Hazel, drifting towards you. “Perhaps we should help him along.” You see her eyes focusing on your lips, as her face draws closer and closer, until finally those soft, perfect pink lips are caressing yours with passion. Emma quickly joins in, her mouth moving over your neck, your cheek, your ear, as her leg hooks over yours.

You have to break from your kiss when you feel Naomi’s fingers prising their way under the waistband of your shorts, working their way down your pelvis. Hazel’s having none of it, clasping her lips back against yours with a moan of satisfaction. You respond with increasing enthusiasm, as Naomi first grasps your shaft, then your balls, massaging them under your submerged shorts.

It’s elating, to have three of the most sexy woman you’ve ever seen pressing their bodies against you, the hot water splashing against your bodies, moans filling the cool night air. Their hands are everywhere, sending tingles of sensation from every corner of your body, your lips kissing mindlessly from Hazel to Naomi to Emma and back to Hazel, your cock straining against the hand rubbing it - until you feel yourself approaching your limit like a runaway train. You try to tell them to slow down, but your words are eaten by Hazel’s lovely mouth, and you cum into the water.