Room Service!

 Cyndi picked up the phone and dialed for room service.  "Hello!  I'd like to have some food delivered to my room."  Cyndi's face twisted when she heard the kitchen was closed.  "Hmm!  How about a fruit tray?"  Her face changed when they agreed to make her a tray.  She then peered over to Amy and smiled mischeviously.  "Could you make sure there are extra bananas!  Great!  How about a bottle of champagne to go with that?  Fantastic!  Half hour?  OK, thanks!"  She gently cradled the phone into the receiver.

   Cyndi rose from the bed, standing in front of her husband defiantly.  She was still pissed and let him know it.  She grabbed Amy by the hand and pulled her from the bed to join her.  "Let's get those clothes off!"  She began peeling the top off Amy's torso, grazing her fingers across the still sensitive flesh.  The trail of her fingers was evident by the goosebumps that followed close behind.  The skirt and panties soon fell into a pile on the floor to join her tube top.

   Both naked ladies stood within reach of George, yet he remained frozen still.  Cyndi made sure he got an eyefull.  She then grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to his feet.  She led everyone into the small bathroom.  Once inside, she ordered Amy to start the shower, and for George to have a seat on the toilet.  "Don't move!" she ordered.  She then reached down, undid his pants and pulled them off, leaving him there in his briefs with an obvious cum stain visible.  Cyndi then rinsed his pants in the sink and hung them on the door to dry.  "Gotta treat those stains early!", she giggled.  The room was now thick with steam from the hot shower and everyone was covered with beads of perspiration from the sauna-like environment.

   Cyndi took Amy by the hand and stepped into the shower.  The hot water sprayed over both their bodies.  Cyndi traced the droplets as they fell from Amy's shoulder and travelled down across the mountains of her tits and dangled precipitously on her erect nipples before falling to the ground.  Amy was beside herself with the pleasure Cyndi was supplying her.  Cyndi dropped down to again, engulf the bountiful assets that Amy had to offer.  Amy cradled Cyndi's head close to her chest, enjoying the sensations of her tongue as it swirled around her sensitive peaks.  Amy smoothed back Cyndi's tresses now that they were matted down from the water.  Cyndi dropped to her knees to once again lap at the shaven snatch in front of her.  It wasn't long before Amy began convulsing from the mini orgasms.  Amy pulled Cyndi's head in tight against her crotch, and thrust forward allowing Cyndi as much access as possible.  Cyndi never stopped until Amy collapsed, falling against the shower wall when her knees buckled.

   Cyndi rose, and had a confident smile knowing that she had done well.  It had been a long time since Cyndi had lesbian relations.  In her early years of college, before she met George, she had 'experimented' with some of her girlfriends.  She blamed George for being such a damn conservative in 'everything' and she fell victim to his ways.  She found renewed vitality in her newly found sexual freedom.  She dipped her head back and thoroughly wet her hair, shampooed, and rinsed it clean.  She grabbed a bar of soap and lathered her entire body, relishing the silky coating the lather put on her already smooth skin.

   Amy, having recovered from her orgasms, pressed up against Cyndi and embraced her tightly.  Their tits were now mashed together and Amy ran her hands all over Cyndi's body, enjoying the same silky sensation.  They locked lips and dueled their tongues while the lather thickened between them.  Amy's hands cotinued roaming around and between their pressed bodies, when she suddenly inserted a soapy finger in Cyndi's snatch.  Amy pressed the heel of her palm into Cyndi's groin and rubbed it against her clit, bringing her to an instant orgasm.  Amy held her tight so her knees wouldn't collapse.  Cyndi recovered quickly and spun around, "Do my ass again!", she commanded.  Amy happily complied taking two soapy fingers and easily inserting them into Cyndi's perfectly round ass!  Within a few seconds Amy had inserted a third finger and was stretching Cyndi wide.  Cyndi was reeling from the unique feeling of being so stretched.  The orgasms hit her again and she braced herself against the wall.  The shower spray was cascading down her back and flowing through the crevice of her ass.  Some of the warm water entered her gaping hole as Amy continued thrusting.

  The two women continued on and on while they were basking in the warmth of the shower.  They continued teasing each other, and bringing each other to blissful heights.  Cyndi had finally decided it was time to get out, since their skin was turning 'prunish'.  They opened the curtain and saw George sitting where he'd been instructed.  His briefs were still in place, but with an obvious pole sticking up, tenting the already tight cotton material.  They had become so engrossed with each other, they forgot he was there.  They both stepped out of the tub and stood in front of George, their naked bodies, dripping water all over the floor and him.  They both toweled dry, when they heard a knock at the door.

   Cyndi wrapped the damp towel around her torso, barely covering her tits, and barely hiding her crotch.  She exited into the hallway and flipped her damp hair back, spraying a fine mist of water everywhere.  She looked back into the bathroom at George, "remember, don't move until your pants are dry, or until Amy or I say so, got it?"  George simply nodded and watched Amy stroll out of the still steamy bathroom.  It would be a while before they dried in this room!

   Cyndi went to the door!  She peeked through the hole.  "Aha, room service!"  She opened the door and in front of her was...