Sara's Journey

"Heather you sure know how to make a girl feel good." I said when my senses returned to normal.

"I don't think I could have done anything like that if you were still your old self. You're my nasty little sister now and that's what I've always wanted to do with a little sister. I could just lay here and fondle you all night long."

"I'll let you," I said, cupping a generous handful of her tit and kissing the nipple. "You know, I really like being your little sister. It's funny, now that I don't know who I was I feel like I have always loved you but somehow everything is different."

"I know how you feel," Heather said. "Now all of my adolescent fantasies have come true."

"You must have been a nasty little thing."

"I got it from my dad's side of the family."

"You're probably right," I said. "Now we can really have fun together."

"We're going to have to fuel up if we're going to have more fun," Heather said. "I'm hungry, how about you?"

"Now that you mention it, I could eat a horse."

Heather rolled over to the side of the bed, picked up the phone and punched in the number of the front desk. "This is Heather Hillberg room two oh six. I would like to order some dinner. Yes, thank you." There was a short pause, "Yes, I would like two filet mignon dinners, both medium, with rice pilaf and tossed salads, one with ranch and the other with vinaigrette. Oh, yes, and a bottle of Dom Perignon, fifty-seven, with an order of strawberries. No fifty-seven? Yes, a sixty three will do, Thank you."

"How did you know?" I asked.

"That was always your favorite dinner."

"The champagne is a nice touch."

"That's what the sophisticated New York woman does when she celebrates good endings and new beginnings."

I stroked my hand down Heather's curvaceous torso. "Is having an afternoon tryst with some sweet young thing part of that sophistication?"

"That's a taste I picked up in college. I had some pretty randy roommates and most of the guys we went out with were such jerks we had to depend on each other for sexual fulfillment."

"Any cute guys in your life now?"

"I still keep in contact with an Assistant English Professor that I went with in my senior year. He was real good in bed and fun to be with, but those in the academic life don't really have a grasp of the real world. He wanted me to stay and work on my master's and maybe get married. I felt I needed to have a life of my own before I started sharing it with anyone."

"Did you love him?"

"I thought I did until I met Andre'. Now that was a torrid love affair! That man had me wrapped up, mind, body and soul. He was a user though. I got tired of supporting him while he fucked every model he had pose for him. Right now I'm dating a struggling playwright. He's had a couple of Off-Broadway plays that were pretty good. I met him through some investors that are supporting a play he's working on now that looks like it's going to be a hit."

Heather had me tell her all that has happened to me since I woke up in the hospital. I described my trysts with Jenifer and Rico in full wet detail.

Heather kissed me, taking my breath away as she stroked her hands over my body. "You know," she said, "I'm going to love having you for a sister now."

I was just starting to get steamed up for another round when there was a knock on our door. "Whoa," I said. "Don't you think we'd better throw something on before we let room service in?"

"Hell no. I like to show off this body. It'll give the room service waiter a little treat. If he's cute, we can have him as an appetizer."

"Heather, you're incorrigible."

She winked at me as she slipped her high-heeled shoes back on then crossed the room to answer the door. She was so cute in only her garters and stockings and I was amazed at how her boobs just stood right out there without even a hint of sag for how big they were. She looked through the peephole then opened the door wide and stood right in the opening.

The room service waiter's eyes went wide and his face turned red. He stood there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds then remembered he was there for a purpose. "Uh... room service?" he stammered.

"Sure, come in," Heather said, standing aside.

He was cute. He was about college age, tall with blond hair, and he appeared to have a good build under his red waiter's jacket. He pushed the cart into the room, trying to keep his eyes off of me as I lay across the rumpled bed. "Would you like for me to serve you?" he asked.

"Oh yes, please do," Heather said.

"Let me get those things off of the chair," I said as I got up off the bed and stretched languorously. I gathered up my sexy underthings along with the skirt and jacket and tossed them on Heather's suitcase. As our cute young waiter set up the table and opened the wine, I bent down to pick Heather's things up off the floor, making sure he had a good view of my bottom and little pussy as it peeked out from between my thighs.

Heather stood next to him by her chair while he finished setting the table and poured the wine. She winked and grinned at me when she saw me staring at the growing bulge in the front of his pants. When he was finished, he pulled out Heather's chair for her to sit down and as he did the same for me, I saw that he was having a problem standing up straight.

Heather unfolded her napkin and placed it over one knee. As she was signing our tab, the waiter asked, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, there is, if you wouldn't mind," Heather said, lightly running her fingernail over the bulge in his pants. "For an appetizer, I would really enjoy a little `Creme de Ejaculation'."

"Uh...I wouldn't mind at all," he stammered as she slowly unzipped his pants.

She smiled up at him sweetly as she probed in the opening and freed his stiffening cock from his undershorts. She lightly stroked down the length of it with her hand then tentatively licked the underside at the tip. I watched in fascination as his cock continued to grow in Heather's hands. She slid her lips over the bulbous head and then down the veined shaft, taking the whole thing down her throat. After a couple of strokes like that, she pulled free. "Mmm, this is delicious. Sara, would you care for some?" she asked before taking it back into her mouth.

"Why yes, please," I said in the same mock formal tone. I slipped off of my chair to a kneeling position in front of the waiter. While Heather continued her oral ministrations, I unfastened the front of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. Heather slid her lips off of the head and kissed down the shaft as I took the head into my mouth. I gently cradled his balls in the palm of my hand while I sucked as much of the hard cock into my mouth as I could. It seemed huge! I could barely fit my lips around it without lightly scraping my teeth over the tender flesh of his shaft as I sucked up and down the length of it. With the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat, there was still enough room at the base for me to wrap my hand around it. Heather had somehow managed to get it all in her mouth and I was bound and determined to do the same. I stopped momentarily and as I stroked the slippery head with my hand, I asked Heather, "How do you do that deep throat thing?"

"It's easy," she said. "All you have to do is open up your throat like you were going to chug beer and kind of stick your tongue out a little. Here, let me show you." She sucked the head into her mouth, slid her lips up and down the shaft a couple of times then swallowed it entirely so that her nose was nestled in the thatch of hair that covered his pubis. Our waiter moaned with pleasure as she slid her mouth over the full length of it a couple of more times, then turned it back over to me.

I sucked it back into my mouth, taking as much as I could while laving its sensitive underside with my tongue. Then I opened my throat like Heather said. I could feel the bulbous head slip past my palate and down my throat and I pressed on until my nose was buried in his thick curly hair. It felt so good having that thick cylinder of man flesh filling my throat. I slid my mouth back and forth over the entire length, swallowing the head a couple of more times until he started to breathe in gasps. While gently holding his balls in one hand, I reached my finger behind them and pressed into the soft perineal flesh. When I felt the muscle there start to tighten, I signaled Heather to be ready by nudging her with my elbow. With a low groan, our waiter began spilling his load and I was able to swallow down his first spurt before moving aside for Heather. A few pearl droplets hit her chin as she was clamping her lips over the bulbous head. I could feel by the flexing of the muscles behind his nut sack that she was able to suck two full spurts out of his cock before she turned it back over to me to suck dry.

When our waiter could no longer stand the exquisite stimulation on his sensitive cock, he pulled free and leaned against Heather's chair for support. I licked the drops of come off of Heather's face then stood and kissed our waiter while still holding his twitching cock in my hand. The boy really knew how to kiss back, I thought, as he probed into my mouth with his tongue. I was seriously considering finding out if that huge cock of his would fit in my tight little pussy when we heard Heather clearing her throat.

She was sitting in her chair looking all prim and proper, if that's possible dressed in only her garter, stockings and heels. "Thank you, waiter," she said, daubing the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "That was excellent. Here is the tab and we'll call you when we're ready for dessert. We'll ask for you by name, which is...?"

"David...er... Dave, just ask for Dave. And, uh... thank you!" he said, noticing the thirty percent tip on the tab.

As Heather walked him to the door, she pressed a twenty-dollar bill into his hand. "Oh, no," Dave said. "You've done enough for me already. This is a night I'll never forget!"

"This is just a little token of my appreciation for your discretion," she told him. "And remember, the night's not over yet." She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth before closing the door behind him. "Gawd! I'm hungry!" she said, as she headed back to the table.

I was already stuffing my face with salad by the time she sat back down. The steaks were broiled to perfection and the wine was perfect, not too sweet or too dry. "This is really great," I said between mouthfuls. "I hope I can eat all of this high fat stuff and not need to worry about cholesterol."

"You might need to worry about your figure, though," Heather said. "Especially if you are a model like you say. Are you going to pursue a career in modeling?"

"With a body like this I'd be a fool not to. Besides, I'm going to need an income of some sort. I looked through my portfolio to see what kind of modeling I did and it all looked pretty tame. Now I think I can do some stuff that's a little more risqué'. I love showing off this body."

"You'll be the darling of the skin magazines."

"Why didn't you pursue a career in modeling? With those perfect tits of yours, you could make a fortune."

"I have to take the long view. These tits will probably be hanging to my knees by the time I'm thirty, and by then it'll be too late to get into banking and money management. You know, banking is a very conservative business and people don't want someone who's been a nude model handling their money. I did some photos after a wet tee shirt contest and it just about ruined my career as it was. Luckily, that was several years ago and people nowadays seem to be a little more lenient about a girl's past."

"Some of the more sophisticated men's magazines are always doing pictorials of professional women. It seems to be more acceptable in this day and age."

"I still wouldn't want to take the chance this early in my career. Heaven knows I like to show off my body, but for now, I'll just keep to private audiences."

"Like Dave, our waiter?"

"Our appetizer was excellent and I'm looking forward to dessert."

When we finished our dinner, we took the champagne and the bowl of strawberries to the bed and toasted to our new relationship and my new life. "That's hard to imagine," Heather said, "stepping in to a whole new life. I suppose you've got everything you'll need, like clothes, a car, an income."

"The clothes I found in my wardrobe were just about as tame as my model's portfolio, except for the wild lingerie that was hidden in the back of her bottom dresser drawer. As far as an income, I'll have to wait and see about that. I don't remember a thing about modeling. I hope the agency takes me back."

"If you're willing to get naked in front of a camera, there'll always be work for you. Jeremy said there will be a sizable trust fund for you and as far as I'm concerned, you can have the house. You should consider going back to college and work towards a career. Good looks don't last forever."

After a while, we changed into our bikinis, grabbed our towels, robes and headed for the pool. It was just after dark and the pool area was populated by the cocktail crowd. When Heather dropped her robe and laid it over a chair then walked over to the hot tub, you could see all of the male, and some of the female, heads turn in her direction. Even though her neon pink thong bikini didn't cover much, what there was of it sure was bright. The perfect round moons of her butt stood out proudly with nary a dimple in them and the two small triangles of her top only served to cover a portion of her huge tits. She sure was a sexy little thing, and she managed to carry it off with a good deal of sophistication.

I slid into the hot tub right behind her and made myself comfortable in the jets of hot water. "I was just thinking about some dessert," Heather said nodding her head in the direction of Dave, our sexy room service waiter as he served drinks out on the patio.

We both watched him as he picked up a bunch of empty glasses and wiped off the table. He smiled when he saw us in the spa, then with a very professional air, he came over to us. "Would you ladies care for something from the bar?" he asked.

"Why yes, thank you," I said. "A frozen Margarita would be nice."

"I'll have a strawberry daiquiri," Heather said.

He wrote down our order and we both watched his tight buns as he walked back into the building. A few minutes later he returned with our drinks and after setting them down on the rim of the spa, he asked, "Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, there is," Heather said. "How late can we order dessert?"

"The pool bar and restaurant closes at ten, but if you would like to wait until ten thirty, I can serve you my specialty, cherries flambé ala Dave."

"That sounds wonderful," Heather said and I agreed.

As he went about his business, clearing tables and taking more orders, I nudged Heather. "That boy can flambé my cherries anytime," I said.

"He probably will," she said with a lascivious grin on her face, "and mine too." We had a little over an hour to kill, so after we finished our drinks and took a dip in the pool, we decided to get naked in the sauna for awhile. We dried off in our robes as we went through the hotel's work out room to the change area where the sauna was. It was set at about a hundred and eighty degrees and the dry heat felt good after the swim in the cold pool. There was just enough room in the small enclosure for two people to lay across the benches. I took the top tier because I enjoyed the extra heat. It wasn't long before the sweat was dripping off of us. Heather was laying on her back with her knees up and I thought it was cute how her perspiration pooled in her belly button. I reached down and slid my hand over the sweat slickened skin of her abdomen. She took it and moved it up to her breasts as she sat up part way and kissed me. I loved the feel of her huge, tight breasts and the way her nipples hardened to my touch even in the heat of the sauna.

Heather sat up further and taking my head in her hand offered her breasts for me to kiss. I leaned down and took one of her distended nipples between my lips and sucked the salty moisture from it before nibbling it gently between my teeth. She turned towards me slightly so that I had access to both of her nipples and as I went from one to the other, her hand slid down my abdomen and came to rest over my pussy. I raised one leg as her fingers found their way into my slippery crease and sent that delicious sensation coursing through my body. I held her breasts up to my face as I continued suckling on the sensitive knots of flesh and felt first one, then two fingers slide up inside me. The fire deep inside of me was making the sauna seem cool and I was just about to completely surrender myself to the orgasm that was building when I heard the outside door to the change room open.

Heather and I were sitting with our towels discreetly wrapped around us when an older lady poked her head into the sauna. "Is there room for one more?" she asked.

"We were just getting out," I said.

"I couldn't stand another minute," Heather added.

We excused ourselves, grabbed our suits and threw on our terry hotel robes then headed down the hall towards our room. "I couldn't have stood another minute in there either... without coming all over your hand," I said hugging her to me as we walked. "You certainly know how to use your fingers."

"Just getting you ready for later," Heather said. "Got to be good and wet when dessert arrives."

"That is some gorgeous root on him, isn't it? I think I might be a little too small for it, though."

"You'd be surprised at how much you can take when you're feeling randy. If your mouth will fit around it, it will usually fit elsewhere."

"Gawd! It's making me wet just thinking about it."

To Be Continued...