A subtle breeze gently grazed my left nipple, why do they go so hard when caressed? My right nipple was being gently suckled by a nubile young stranger. She was eager to please. Her tongue flickered and pulled, while her fingers clawed at my inner thigh. I had been with girls before, but never like this. Never with so much company. The window was open, it was a warm summer’s evening. Cars continued to arrive below. I remember thinking how much the gravel below their tyres sounded like the sea rolling on to a beach. A funny thought to have amongst such waves of pleasure. Tranquil, calming, but the surroundings were in stark contrast to this. Another tongue joined in, this time licking across my lips, testing the claim of smudge proof lipstick. Cherry red. This new form worked herself down my body, her attention to detail was so thorough. She paused when she got to my naval, gently nibbling it. I was eager for her to continue her journey, which of course she soon did. Her breath was heavy and warm on my moist slit. Warm and then cool, warm and then cool. Tanned, curvaceous bodies writhed all around this beautiful bedroom. But it was downstairs where my interest lay, the sole reason why I had travelled such a long way. We were just warming up for the male attendees. We would be much more willing to please once we had played upstairs for a while. And I had never been taken by multiple phalli before. I had been so curios for so long. How full would I feel with such internal delvings?