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 flambΓ© 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.