We were both laughing when we got to our room, remembering the look on Dave's face when Heather first opened the door to let him in with the room service. Our bathrobes were haphazardly tossed into the closet as we scampered naked into the bathroom for a shower. I started the water and was trying to adjust the temperature but Heather kept tickling my butt. Once we were under the hot spray, I soaped her down and she soaped me down. I always loved the feel of a curvaceous female body all slippery with soap and Heather was about as cute and curvaceous as they come. We kissed and slipped and slid over each other's bodies until we were as hot as the fine needle sprays of water cascading over us and about as steamed up as the bathroom.
We quickly toweled each other off and while the bathroom was airing out we went through our sweet, sexy lingerie to see what we would wear when Dave came to prepare our dessert. Heather picked out a sheer lace baby doll nightie with high cut, crotchless panties and I chose a silk teddy with French cut lettuce hemmed bottom to accentuate my long legs. The rest of the time we spent blow drying our hair and rubbing each other over with some perfumed body lotion then Heather helped me put on a dab of make up after she did her own. By the time there was a knock at our door, we were both powdered, perfumed and dressed in our sexy lingerie and more than ready for our 'dessert.'
Dave came in pushing his cart all dressed in a tux and holding an ice bucket with a bottle champagne in it. "Good evening ladies," he said with a flourish. "Room service extraordinare, with my complements." With a very professional aplomb, he draped a towel over his arm, set up the ice bucket, and placed a linen tablecloth over the little table. After seating us, he placed a crystal champagne flute in front of each of us and opened the bottle with a resounding `pop.' He filled both of our flutes while holding a third flute upside down between his fingers.
Heather smiled a silent thank you at him then said, "Would you care to join us in a toast?"
"It would be my pleasure," he said, putting down his flute and pouring into it.
Heather held up her glass. "Here's to remembering the good times and looking forward to the better times," she said as we touched our glasses together.
After we had all taken a sip, Heather's eyes went wide. "You found a fifty seven, wonderful! I was told you had none."
"A very good friend of mine is Wine Steward at the Sheridan, and he owed me a favor." He raised his glass again. "Here's to libertine voluptuaries," he said.
"And loving sisters," I added.
"And to room service that goes well beyond the call of duty," Heather toasted.
"Speaking of which..." Dave said as he busied himself at his cart. While his pan was heating up, he started taking the individual ingredients for his concoction out of the little ice box on the lower level of his cart and placed them in a line on top next to the small burner. I noticed that the cherries in the bowl were fresh, peeled and split in half with their pits removed. He poured a syrup mixture over the cherries and placed them in a chafing dish then started cooking little dollops of batter in the pan to make dollar sized crepes. He placed the little crepes in two bowls, making a sort of tulip formation out of them, then scooped some ice cream over them. After a quick stir of the cherry mixture, he dimmed the lights in the room then mixed equal parts of rum and brandy into a cup and lit it with his lighter. He scooped half of the cherry mixture over each of the servings and then, with a flourish, poured the flaming liquid over them and sat one in front of each of us.
It was such a wonderful show Heather and I couldn't help but give him a round of applause. He bowed deeply then said, "On special occasions I sometimes work as a stripper, and with your permission, I would like to show you my act."
"I'd love to see it," Heather said eagerly.
"Me too," I added.
Without another word, Dave pushed his cart aside and brought out a stereo boom box and started a tape. While Heather and I relished the fabulous dessert he had prepared, we watched Dave do his slow, provocative strip for us. As he danced, his jacket was the first to come off, revealing that he only had cuffs, collar and a false shirt front on under it. With one quick tug, the shirtfront was came off and landed next to his jacket on the floor. The musculature of his upper torso was finely defined from his rippled abdomen, across his back to his sinewy arms, all covered with a light dusting of fine blond hair. Just the thought of pressing that hard body next to mine gave me a warm feeling right between my legs.
The exquisite taste of the cherries flambé along with the sight of Dave undulating his magnificent body to the slow, sensuous beat of the music in the dim light gave the atmosphere a highly charged erotic feel. His pants parted along the satin stripes running down the sides of the legs and as he did a slow bump and grind he unfastened his cummerbund, leaving him in only his collar and tie, cuffs and a bulging black satin G string. I couldn't help but admire his tight, round butt and long muscular legs as he did a slow, provocative dance in front of Heather.
Heather was showing her appreciation by unabashedly stroking her pussy through the opening in her panties and pinching her nipples with her other hand. Dave leaned down and lightly kissed her and she let out a little moan of disappointment as he twirled around and danced no more than a foot from my face, straddling my legs. He swiveled his hips as he ran his hands down his sides and hooked his thumbs under the strings of his thong. I stroked my hands up over his rippled abdomen to his chest and breathed, "Take it off."
"No, you," he said, indicating the Velcro fasteners to either side of the satin pouch. I brought my hands down his body, stroked up over his muscular thighs and cupped the mounting bulge in both hands. I held the pouch in place as I unfastened the strings, one at a time, then rubbed the soft fabric over his stiffening cock and under his balls before letting it drop to the floor. The magnificent member stood proudly straight out from his body, the purple helmet head beckoning my lips to press against it. I ran my hands along the veiny shaft, marveling at the soft texture of the skin, as I moved my wet lips over the spongy knob. Before I could engulf the tantalizing protuberance in my mouth, Dave stepped back, taking my hand and offered a hand to Heather. "Would you ladies care to dance?" he said.
"You two go ahead," She said, two fingers disappearing into the crease between her legs. "I'll just watch."
Dave pulled me to my feet and I slipped right into his arms, my tits pressing through the silk against his hard chest. As our bodies swayed to the music in perfect harmony, the fabric of my teddy acting as a lubricant between our bodies, I could feel his hard on pressing against my abdomen. I followed his lead in the dance and as our hands roamed over each other's bodies, I could hear Heather's heavy breathing as she neared the pinnacle of her self induced excitement.
We swayed to the music in unison, Dave's strong hands holding me to him as he stroked my body from my neck to my butt in the ultimate of dirty dancing. My own hands roamed freely over the musculature of his back, over his tight butt then around the front of him to fondle his heavy balls and stroke along the length of his fully extended cock. As I breathed in the heady aroma of his male scent from the crook of his neck and felt the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of my teddy, I could feel the heat of my own body concentrate in my pubis. My pussy was swelling with excitement and as I moved to the music, my wet, slippery labia rubbed together causing a most incredible sensation.
Somehow Dave had managed to unsnap the bottom of my teddy and as his hands stroked up my body to massage my burning tits and lightly pinch my extended nipples, my teddy was brought up with them. Dave pulled me close to him then placed his feet between mine and started sliding down my body as if he were doing the Limbo between my legs. As he lowered himself and leaned back, I felt the hard shaft of his cock slide down over the hair of my muff then part my swollen labia.
"Yes," I moaned as I spread my legs farther apart. His shaft slid along the sensitive flesh between my pussy lips as he continued leaning back until his shoulders were resting on the edge of the bed. He then cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and drew me forward, the head of his dick tracing past my pussy along the crack of my ass and finally springing free as he continued to pull me up along his torso. With my thighs resting in his armpits he lowered himself further so that his face was just inches from my pussy. His prehensile tongue parted the damp hair and found its way between the swollen lips and darted over my clitoris.
With his hands still gripping my ass cheeks, Dave pulled me tighter into his face and the kissing, sucking, licking motions of his entire mouth on my dripping sex caused my knees to buckle. I couldn't seem to catch my breath as he truly ate my pussy, sucking with his lips, licking with his tongue and nipping at my most tender parts with his teeth. I grasped at his head, running my hands into his hair and pulling him tighter into me as the sensations of my pending orgasm caused my body to quiver. Fleetingly, I noticed that Heather's chair was empty, then as Dave's tongue danced over the slippery flesh between my clitoris and the entrance of my sex, I saw out of the corner of my eye the long pole of his cock disappearing between her lips.
Just that quick glance was enough to send me over the top. By this time I was not supporting my own weight at all but was sitting on Dave's face. As my body shook in incredible spasms and lights flashed through my head, I seemed to somersault onto the bed, landing on my back with my legs straight in the air. I was being kissed, madly, wildly, with a tongue pressing into my mouth. I kissed back, sucking the tongue as if it were a cock and pushing my tongue back into the other mouth. Another tongue continued lapping at my pussy and flicking over my screamingly sensitive clitoris until I came again with even more intensity, wave after wave of excruciating pleasure crashing over me.
