Chapter 5

Dear gods, I was a man in love, the object of my desire glistened in the sunlight before me — an Aston Martin Vanquish Volante in metallic silver. The dealer stood beside me, holding the keys to my lover. The top was down and the teal blue leather interior glowed seductively.

I held my hand out, and he placed the keys into my open palm. He was going on about the options, but I had tuned his irritating voice out. For Pete’s sake, I knew what I had bought and the options I had ordered, he was keeping me from my lover.

I had arrived in the States the day before. Both Sally and Mila had seen me off at Heathrow, and it had been a very emotional goodbye. I’d made my travel plans when I’d first been offered the post at the University of Colorado School of Medicine. I was going to fly to Orlando and collect the car I’d decided to treat myself to. I intended to drive up the coast through Georgia, and the Carolinas then cut across the country to Denver. I’d allowed myself a week to make the trip. It was my own version of the ultimate road trip.

That was before everything had changed, I’d gone from having a friend and part-time lover to two full-time ones. I’d offer to cancel the trip and spend the extra week with them, but they wouldn’t let me. So the three of us had driven down to London on my last evening. I’d booked us into a suite at No .11 Cadogan Gardens in the heart of Knightsbridge. I had stayed there many years ago with Linda, and I’d always wanted to go back.

I had booked us a table at the restaurant, the food was fantastic, but none of us had an appetite. After rearranging the contents of our plates for half an hour and drinking a couple of bottles of good French wine, I signed the bill, and we headed upstairs.

The hotel had been created out of a row of Georgian townhouses and had retained their inherent charm. The suite was elegantly furnished. It consisted of a lounge, a separate bedroom, and an enormous bathroom that featured a large spa bath and a walk-in shower. We walked in, and for a long moment, we held each other in a hug. It was the understanding that tonight would be our last together for several months, that kept us in our lover’s arms for a long time.

Sally shook her head and pulled away from our embrace. “I want to try out that huge spa bath. I want to remember tonight, and I think a good soak for all of us will be a great start.”

Mila grinned and turned her back to me, holding up her hair, silently asking me to unzip her dress. The zip slid down towards the dimple in the small of her back, and the dress slid back, exposing more of her silky soft, smooth skin to my gaze. I kissed the back of her neck and ran my fingertips down the curve of her spine. She hissed in pent up pleasure. She let the dress fall to her feet, and she turned to me dressed only in lacy ivory-colored panties and garter belt and white stockings. I gave an involuntary groan in admiration of her beauty.

A tap on my shoulder reminded me as if I needed reminding, of the presence of my other lover.

“Undress me please,” Sally whispered, and then she asked Mila to run the bathwater.

She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me, allowing me access to the zip on the back of her dress. She clung to me as I lowered it and ran my hands over the soft, warm skin of her back.

“I love you,” she said and tucked her head into the hollow of my neck. Then she stood back and like our other lover; she wore panties, garter belt and stockings, this time in black. We could hear the water running in the bathroom, and she walked away with a swing of her hips and joined Mila. I picked up their dresses and folded them over the back of a chair. I called room service and ordered some drinks and aperitifs for later. “Five minutes,” I was told.

I undressed and put on a toweling robe while I waited. The giggles and splashes said that they had started without me. Room service arrived, and the waiter pushed the trolley into the room. I signed the bill and went to hand it to him. His eyes locked on the other side of the room, looking with desire as a dripping naked Mila stood at the entrance of the bedroom.

“What’s keeping you? Ohhhh.” And she smiled at the waiter and then grinned as she saw the bulge rising in his trousers. She blew him a kiss, and he fumbled for the bill and left.

Mila saw my face and laughed as she walked over to me, “I can’t help it if I’m a tease.” She plastered her wet soapy against me and whispered, “They can look as much as they like, but only you can touch me.”

I fondled her ass, running my finger down the crack between her cheeks, and she shivered.

“Hurry up Sally’s started without you; she’s found the water jets.”

I dropped my robe to the floor and followed Mila. Sally had a leg hooked over the edge of the large round bath, and the water was bubbling between her legs. She was resting her head on the far rim and her eyes were closed. We stood and watched as she moaned and pulled on her nipples. Her hips were undulating as she directed the water jet over her pussy and clit. Her moans grew in intensity, and she pulled and pinched her nipples.

I had my arm over Mila’s shoulder, my finger tracing circles around her hard nipple. Her fingers ran along the underside of my erection. Sally grunted several times as she came, slumping back in the water.