He had checked the text from his friend Marc a couple of times- At first he had just grinned and sent back his usual off hand reply - 'An orgy- not fucking your ass buddy' thinking it was just Marc teasing out one of the fantasies they had laughed about when out for a few beers. Orgies didn't happen- at least not in his world. Brad had only just arrived in the US on holiday wanting to catch up with his old friend, see the sights, and of course women were high- very high on that list. American girls with their gorgeous smiles, the world famous reputation for the perfect blow job - the most beautiful breasts and wicked greedy appetites. He was there in mind- well past the starting post. Laid back and randy was a good description of Brad - he loved to go all the way.<br/><br/>(http://i734.photobucket.com/albums/ww346/tigress2074/Wallpapers/imageca.jpg)<br/><br/>But the second text was no mistake - come and cum - seemed to be the order of the play. And here he was - the cab had dropped him off - rather later than he should have been.  Sure enough the place was a wow! And if he only met one friendly and uninhibited lady tonight, he would be a happy guy- but more than one? Well Brad was up for anything. And even though he was late- maybe a bit of fresh cock could liven things up- after all, as orgy was a sort of friendly sharing thing- at least it was in his mind.<br/><br/>The door was open, there was a low throb of music, and if he wasn't mistaken, laughter, giggles and moans drifted down the long low lit hall. It wasn't rowdy party laughter- rather more subdued- sort of knowing laughter. He smiled, the sort of laughter people made when they were enjoying themselves intimately - knowing laughter.<br/><br/>He pushed open a door, and entered the room somewhat uncertainly - in the low rather sensual light he could see some pairs - maybe more  - and there was no mistaking the way they were pleasuring each other - this was sexy, very sexy. He felt he was intruding- but he wanted to know the score- these women were amazing. Already he was feeling hot as he watched the slow caresses, teasing and deep fucking that surrounded him- the sound of juices, slurping, the moans of pleasure. This was some orgy- and he wanted part of it.<br/><br/>So where was Marc- what was the routine- just to go and join in? Brad felt uncertain and a bit overdressed. If only there was a sort of way to say hi- find a girl preferably- or be invited to join in. For once his british reserve held him back. However, he did notice a girl over the far side of the room, lush long hair and