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."
