7 comments/ 20271 views/ 8 favorites As Bad as Each Other By: sugarsugar84 Skye finished pulling the black lace top stocking slowly up her long, toned leg and clipped it carefully into place. The bottom layer of her outfit was finished, at least. She stood and checked herself in the full length mirror and smiled approvingly. Black panties with lace edging sat on her pert bottom, and the suspenders traced a delightful path to the stockings which she knew made her legs look amazing. The matching bra had a slightly maximising effect on her full breasts. She had always been proud of her breasts, believing that they made the rest of her body look fairly slim. She was by no means skinny, but if her breasts had been smaller she would have looked decidedly out of proportion. "Thank God for curves," she thought to herself as she adjusted her bra, creating a gorgeous deep cleavage to hide beneath the sexy-yet-casual outfit she had planned for tonight. She leaned over the huge, perfectly made bed and retrieved the purple silk beaded dress. Skye laughed inwardly as she noted the label. Back home in Scotland, she was a definite size 14. Of course, the American sizes worked slightly differently, and her US equivalent was a 10. "Most people moan about losing sleep because of the flights...I'm just happy about dropping two dress sizes in 10 hours!" she remembered telling her flatmate and now best friend, Hannah, when she had first moved over. The dress was beautiful, and had been selected carefully from a vintage store to flow over her breasts softly, tapering out in a slightly 60s trend to a loose tunic style dress. The beaded neckline was cut in a steep V, and revealed the cleavage she had carefully positioned for the evening. She pulled it over her head and let it fall down into place. Perfect. The plan too was perfect: a hotel retreat for two nights, arriving on Valentine's Eve and enjoying a romantic late night supper and drinks at the cosy hotel bar. Then, there would follow a night of passion with her delicious new lingerie playing a major role, and her skyscraper heels remaining firmly on her feet as she fucked him. The Sunday of Valentine's Day would involve lazing and luxuriating in the hotel's spa, and maybe even persuading him to participate in some of the more exciting outdoor sports the hotel offered in its huge lakeside surroundings. Her phone beeped twice from her purple vintage bag, and held the answer she had requested earlier. She opened the text message. "Don't hold your breath, Skye. I'm not coming." *** "Trust me J, forget about her," "Well that's a bit difficult considering she lived here, Sam," "I know, but come on...it's been three weeks, and you don't need this crap. Stay in tonight, have a couple of beers with us, and we'll get through tomorrow by bitching about females while the rich couples of major American cities fawn over each other in a show of romance tomorrow. Deal?" "You're forgetting one major flaw. I requested the shift switch so that I could actually spend Valentine's with that - with her. I'm working tonight, and off tomorrow, probably wallowing in the fact that my girlfriend of two years 'forgot' about me and laid every guy who glanced at her for the last six months of our relationship," James checked himself in the mirror. What the hell was she playing at? He wasn't bad looking, and in spite of only taking the job at the hotel because of the opportunity to keep up his own interest in outdoor sports for free, he was doing pretty well for himself. He brushed down his black waistcoat, fiddled with his expensive tie, and grabbed the freshly pressed apron from the board. He attached the silver metal "Hospitality Manager" badge to the waistcoat, and headed out from the apartment, shouting a half-hearted goodbye to Sam as the door closed. "He needs to get over his gentlemanly thing and get laid," Sam noted, as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. *** Skye spent the next two hours in bed, looking at the phone, hoping that Michael would have a change of heart. It hadn't come. She couldn't get over his audacity. When she had first arrived in New York, it had been with her career in mind -- and only her career. She had left school after a very successful set of exams and worked her way through law school at Glasgow University. By the time she was 22 she had graduated and was regarded as something of a high-flyer on her Diploma in Legal Practice. Skye had always loved travelling, and when she was 17 had visited New York for the first time. It had captivated her: everything about the place was like the best parts of her Glasgow experience, made larger and more spectacular in every way. And anyway, it had always been a dream of hers to live in London once (check), and New York once (perfect chance). For Skye, life in the big city was a world apart from her upbringing as the daughter of hotel owners. It was an amazing upbringing, every minute of which she loved, with the hotel nestled on the banks of a beautiful loch, and outdoor sports like windsurfing and climbing in her doorstep. Skye was untouchable when it came to these pursuits -- life outdoors gave her a thrill like no other, and she was expert in so many sports having been trained by the hotel's on-site instructors since she could walk. Still, when she went to uni, city life grabbed her by the wrist and whisked her into a pace of life that she had never imagined. New York was like the ultimate rush for her, and when the chance to practise there in a junior position presented itself, she leapt at it. The move was entirely for the good of her career, and when Michael had first made his romantic advances, she had spurned them for almost a year. "I wish I'd never bloody given in," she thought to herself, still staring at the phone. "Git." When Michael had finally won her attention, and indeed, her affection, their relationship had been incredible. He was a partner, and at first she had refused him because she believed him to be abusing his position. She was something of a child protégé in New York, given that American students could only access law as a graduate course. Michael was probably just taken in by the idea of a 23 year old who was a couple of steps up on the career ladder. Eventually she realised that he would have probably given up long before if his feelings were false. In truth, Michael was quite good looking -- for an older guy -- and when she finally let him take her out, he treated her like a princess. She had kept her head for a few months, and then let her heart get the better of her. A year later, after letting him in to her life and falling head over heels in love with him, she was told cryptically that he had some news for her, and to meet him at the restaurant where they'd spent their first date. He had revealed that his new girlfriend probably wouldn't appreciate him seeing her any more. It had been three weeks now, and Skye had been heartbroken throughout that time. Hannah had done her best to cheer her up, and the efforts had only just started to work. The first thing that came to mind when Skye remembered the Valentine's plan was to cancel, and Hannah had eventually persuaded her to go on the trip anyway. "Han, there will be nothing worse than going to a hotel to be surrounded by other people who are madly in love," "There will: tell him about the outfit you had planned and watch him run to your arms. Fuck him senseless, and dump him on your terms. Amazing sex, closure and the upper hand in time for returning to work two days later? Perfect plan." Skye had eventually agreed that it would be fun, and as she left for the hotel she had sent the text: it had contained a detailed list of her packing for the weekend, from the black lingerie to the toys she had bought, and she had spent the journey awaiting the response. Now, she gave it another five minutes, and when no further text refuting the statement of the last appeared on her phone, she typed the familiar number and put the mobile to her ear. "Hannah? He didn't come," "Oh babes..." *** James wiped down the bar again and looked through the huge glass doors to the restaurant on his right. It was true -- everyone in the world was happily involved in a relationship. Except him. And Sam, but Sam was too young for that nonsense and was quite happy to float from one seasonal instructor to the next at the hotel. The core staff were accommodated in a purpose-built residential area a few minutes from the hotel. The seasonal staff were employed through a work abroad scheme, and Sam thoroughly enjoyed his position as the experienced bartender with the far bigger apartment to the full. James nearly bought Sam a map to identify the countries from which his many conquests had come, and of course the convenience offered by the girls only staying for two months at a time was Sam's ticket to living the bachelor life with benefits. James had never been interested in getting laid like Sam was: he had arrived at the hotel three years previously, far more concerned about the fact that he was still drifting in and out of dead end bar jobs, with no real career prospects. He eventually settled into work at the hotel, and had worked his way up slowly. His sights were set on becoming a duty manager, but of course, the small issue of becoming romantically involved with the owners' youngest daughter might have thrown a proverbial spanner in the works. The owners thought the world of their darling Stephanie, and when she had first started dating James he had been wary: what if they thought he was only using her to improve his own standing at the hotel? However, fairly quickly after the relationship had begun, her father had called him to the office and explained to him that he didn't see things that way. As far as he was concerned, James was to be judged on his own merits and not the fact that he was involved with the family on more personal terms. In fact, when the promotions had come up, James was occasionally overlooked. Eventually, he had won the coveted bar manager position, then became the hospitality manager, and the duty manager was his only superior. Three weeks ago, Stephanie had turned his world upside down, explaining that he had been too focused on work lately and claimed she had felt neglected and lonely. "Yeah. Very lonely, with four blokes apart from me looking after her at various times, I'm sure," he had told Sam, when recounting the split. James had been devastated and had taken a couple of sick days to escape the hotel altogether, if only to get away from the apartment he shared with Sam. Stephanie had basically been living with them in spite of her large rooms at the family home close to the residential block, and James had been finding it difficult to escape the idea of her. The only positive point that had come from the split was that her father had cornered James shortly afterwards, and explained that once again, James was judged on his merits, and those merits were outstanding. He had practically begged him not to leave because of the discrepancies of his daughter. It didn't make tonight any easier. The couples drifted in and out of the restaurant, and James kept himself busy with cash lifts and making sure his team were dealing with the barrage of checks. He made a few trips to the cellar to keep up with the demand on champagne, and felt grateful that tomorrow he could get out on the lake and escape this show of romance. *** "Get that dress on, go downstairs, and enjoy yourself Skye," was Hannah's advice. She did exactly that. Readjusting her hair, pulling the dress down to its correct position showing her cleavage and slipping into the beautiful new shoes, Skye looked as ravishing as she had done so nearly two hours previously. Her heart was in bits, but she had moped for long enough, and as Hannah said, it was a risk she had factored in before leaving. The grieving process was well and truly over, and she was ready to face the world again as a single woman in a very coupley hotel. She checked the hotel guide and saw that the bar was a separate entity from the restaurant, which would be full of happy couples. "Just avoid them, and get drunk," she decided. With a fresh slick of lipgloss, she left the room, and slipped her keycard into the vintage handbag. *** "A gin and tonic and a shot of tequila, please," James looked up from the till, surprised to hear the unfamiliar Scottish voice at the deserted bar. The staff usually dashed in with a cry of "check on!" before leaving as swiftly as they had arrived. "Is it that bad?" "Yeah, and I'm sorry to say it's only going to get worse. Best make that gin a double -- I got dumped, and now I'm getting wasted," James smiled and reconsidered his luck. She was gorgeous: long brown hair that was naturally wavy, and a pale face which held beautifully soft brown eyes and slightly glossed light red lips. Her arms were toned and she was so tall, although James couldn't see if she was wearing heels. The dress was a deep purple, and obviously vintage, and it revealed a cleavage that James had spotted only late in his tour of her body. He poured the drinks, and set them down on the bar in front of her. God, she wasn't only gorgeous. She was stunning. "You know, I understand where you're coming from. I got my marching orders three weeks ago because my other half couldn't keep herself to herself. I'm James," He surprised himself with how open he was being with her, but he had felt an urge to break the ice with this gorgeous girl. "Skye," she had replied. "God, we're as bad as each other. Are you sure you don't want a gin yourself?" She was so easy to talk to, and over the course of another two gins he took every spare moment he had to come and speak to her as she sat alone at the bar. They shared tiny snippets of information about their previous loves, and made their fair share of cutting remarks about one another's gender. He headed off to go to the cellar and on his return, ensured he entered via the far door of the bar. As he approached her from behind he took in her long, slim legs, and spotted the hint of lace at the top of what must have been stockings. A rush of desire coursed through him and he stopped to compose himself. She was tall, and perfectly proportioned: not a stick insect like most of the women who had come here this weekend with their rich husbands. She looked sporty, though, because every inch of those legs and the arms he had spotted earlier were muscular without being chunky. As he rounded the end of the bar he spotted her front view again, and saw her fingers circling the empty glass. She was lost in thought. "Hey," he whispered to her as he drew level with her drooped head. He saw the single tear roll down her flushed cheek and drip slowly onto the bar. "You know, he probably isn't worth it, you know." Placing down the new case of champagne, he walked round to the customer side of the bar and held her in a tentative embrace. *** Skye glared angrily at herself in the mirror. "I can't let him get to me," she told herself, unconvinced. "James is right, he isn't worth it. And anyway, I had to convince myself to like him in the first place, let alone fall for him," Her efforts to maintain her composure at the bar had melted away after the succession of gins. More worryingly, though, they were broken down by James. It was those eyes -- he had the most gorgeous big brown eyes that just seemed to look at her and find her soul exposed. She felt like he was looking into her, and she wasn't sure if it was just the gin, but she found herself responding to it and telling him more than she had ever revealed about her relationship with Michael and the way she felt so undermined by his treatment of her. James, too, had been open about his relationship with Stephanie, and they had found more than a few points in common about their time together as well as their acrimonious splits. He was just so stunning though, and she couldn't get her mind off the tall, gorgeous barman who had made her feel like she wasn't a complete freak tonight. A toilet trip had helped her to compose herself for a moment, but she still found herself thinking of that hug. His arms felt so protective, and she just fitted perfectly into his shape. Her head could rest lightly on his broad shoulder, and she could feel the loose curls of dark brown hair stroke her cheek and forehead as she nuzzled into the cleft of his neck. She adjusted her stockings, and as she leaned forward on the broad marble panelling surrounding the sinks, she imagined him coming into the bathroom, and wrapping his muscular arms around her, kissing the back of her neck and pleading to reveal her body in the delicately sexy lingerie. He would flick her skirt up at the back, and discover the secrets of her body. Releasing his hard cock from his trousers, he would quickly fuck her from behind until she came, forgetting all traces of the frankly mediocre lover she had intended this weekend for. But it wasn't going to happen -- James was three weeks out of a relationship, and a serious one at that, and he was far too gentlemanly to have a Valentine's fling with a jilted lawyer who had thought she was attractive enough to tempt her ex back, just so that she could get one up on him. "I think I need another gin," she sighed, and with a brave deep breath she walked with faux confidence back to the bar. *** He had continued to serve her gin and tonic, and listening attentively to Skye's gorgeous Scottish voice. In spite of the barrage of orders at the bar, he was enjoying her company, and at times he had to stop himself from acknowledging how everything about her was better than Stephanie. Her beauty, to begin with, was above and beyond any other girl he had seen, let alone dated. And the best part of her beauty was that she seemed to have no clue just how gorgeous she was. Sure, she had clearly made the effort for this Michael character who had dumped her, but even underneath the light makeup and fancy dress he could see that every inch of her body was perfect. The way she laughed off compliments, and held herself so gracefully in spite of what she was going through, amazed him. He even laughed when he considered that as she drank more gin, her Scottish accent became slightly more pronounced, and when he pointed this out to him she giggled and spoke in such a broad accent he could hardly understand her. But what would a gorgeous 25 year old lawyer who had just split up with a senior partner ever see in a 28 year old barman who appeared to be on the rebound? He wasn't a rebound type of guy, but he realised in that moment that he had never wanted anyone so much in his life. "I think I'm a bit drunk," she lilted to him from further down the bar. "I don't know if I can stand up in these bloody shoes!" He came around to her side of the bar and took her hand. "Madame?" he bowed to her, and she smiled. "It is 1am though, and you have been on the gin for four hours - people might think you were drowning your sorrows or something," he joked. "I was, but a handsome barman helped me recover and now I'm just a little bit tipsy," Skye slipped down from the high barstool and wrapped her arm round his neck as she supported herself on her teetering heels . She pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "and horny." The restaurant had emptied and James had quickly tidied up over the course of the last hour. He was suddenly grateful for his disciplined approach to cleaning as he went. He now left the last of the hard work to the three staff working the late shift. For now, his attention was focused on the newly confident gin-tipsy Skye. "Come on then, let's get you to your room," Skye handed over the plastic keycard and said "I'm in room..." "12, I know. I've been charging drinks to it all night Skye!" "Oh yeah! Oh," and with a sigh, she slumped to the nearest chair. James was quick to catch her and she tipped her head back, laughing softly, as he let her rest gently in the soft armchair. As Bad as Each Other "You know, you have amazing eyes James," James realised that if he was going to make a move, it might as well be now -- if she rejected him, she was just drunk enough to laugh it off tomorrow. "So do you, Skye. In fact, you're absolutely gorgeous and I honestly don't know what that Michael guy was thinking," "Sssshhhhhh sshh sshh - don't talk about him, I was forgetting all about him looking at you...can you help me take my shoes off? My feet hurt," "Oh well, aye I suppose so," he mocked her accent, and she giggled as he removed her shoes. "Come on," and he heaved her out of the chair, sliding his left arm around her waist and putting her shoes in his right hand. As they reached the lift, he swept his left arm under her knees and lifted the tired girl into his arms, to a quiet mocking wolf whistle from his barstaff. *** They reached the room and James let himself in. With Skye almost on the brink of sleep in his arms it was an awkward job, but he made it, and he let her down on to the bed as they arrived. "Mmmmmmthankyou...c'mere James," He took off his watch and his badge and looked at her carefully. He had to decide what to do. Sam had been telling him for weeks to get over it, and he knew that her mate Hannah had been telling her to do the same, but the way he felt? He wanted her, and he could see now as he looked at her lying on the bed, sleepily beckoning to him, that she was wearing the most sexy lingerie he had ever seen, with black lace top stockings which were clipped into suspenders, and...he could feel his cock growing erect as he took her in. He knew that she was his if he wanted to, but he didn't want this girl to think he was a rebound for either of them. He placed his watch and badge on the bedside table, knelt beside her on the bed, and kissed her. She responded by rolling onto her side, and clutching at his tie until he was lying beside her. Kicking her leg over his strong frame she kissed him slowly, with increasing urgency and her tongue flicking gently into his mouth. He returned her kisses and let his hand slide up her leg, reaching the lace tops of the stockings he had seen in his mind for the previous three hours. As his hand crept further he reached a lacy frill on the side of her underwear and hungrily he pulled her delicate purple dress higher around her body. "Wait, wait," and Skye sat up, quickly pulling the dress over her head with his help. She delicately dropped it to the floor and lay down beside him. "God, Skye, you're gorgeous," James ran his fingers over her tummy, looking at her voluptuous breasts peeking out over the top of a black balconette bra, covered in lace and with little frills of matching material caressing just above her nipples. The bra plunged to delicate bow in the middle, and he wanted to kiss her breasts all over. All thoughts of Stephanie had left him hours before, and as he let his hands wander to her breasts he noticed that the black panties he had felt moments before were even more gorgeous visually. He kissed each breast all over, pulling the lace material away and taking her nipple delicately between his teeth. "Mmm," she moaned, and he swiftly kissed her hard nipple, flicking his thumb simultaneously over the other. He continued until she arched her back and begged him to let his hands continue their journey down her body. He did so, and kissed her entire body on the way down. As he reached the waistband of her panties, she sat quickly up and surprised him with her sudden alertness. "You're wearing far too many clothes, James,", and he took her at her word. Swiftly he removed his waistcoat, and pulled loose his tie. He unbuttoned the shirt as quickly as his fingers would let him and returned, still wearing his trousers, to his previous gorgeous task. As he crept back towards her panties, this time from the feet up, he noticed something spectacular about the lingerie she wore. Looking at her pussy sheathed in the black soft lace, he realised that her knickers were crotchless, and that inches from his eyes there lay the bare, pinky pale and noticeably wet lips of her vagina. Blood rushed to his cock, and realising how sensuous her most intimate parts looked, he had to do as she said and get out of these clothes. Returning to her, now wearing only his boxers, which were straining with his solid length, he let his kisses fall on her stomach, and down towards the top of that opening which had enticed him moments before. "Keep going James," she moaned quietly, and James did as she said. His first kiss on those soft lips was slow and he exhaled softly onto her clitoris, hearing her sigh as he did so. Almost subconsciously her legs parted a little more, and James flicked his tongue onto the waiting nub. A cry escaped from Skye's mouth, and James hungrily devoured more and more of her pussy. She reached down and held his head softly, and wrapped her legs over his shoulders, her moans becoming louder as he flicked and kissed and breathed softly on her clitoris. As he felt her growing wetter, he slipped a finger slowly into her moist pussy, and swiftly followed it with another eager digit. A long, low moan escaped from Skye, and she begged him to continue. "I think...I think I'm going to come," she whispered as he increased his pace, still letting his ravenous kisses flick over her clit. His nose rested on the edge of the lacy panties as he fucked her with his fingers, and feeling her pussy grow tight he flicked her clitoris hard with his tongue in four long strokes, as she gripped his upper body with her strong thighs and came, sighing, around his fingers. "You're amazing Skye, do you know that?" he told her as he slowly removed his fingers and slipped up to lie beside her. She rolled onto her side, facing him and looking into his eyes. "I've never, ever, come from just - you know," and she fell asleep with her arm wrapped round his waist. James looked at the beautiful, sleepy girl in front of him. He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to him, smiling as he held her as they drifted off to sleep. *** Skye woke up and sat upright a little too quickly. "Uuugghh," she moaned, clutching at her head. She flopped backwards onto the bed and gasped inwardly as she realised she still had on the lingerie. "Oh God..." she moaned, as she remembered every detail of the previous evening. She hadn't. She had. James had been here and she had experienced the best orgasm of her life, and her first from oral sex alone. "Shit! James!" She sat upright once again and looked around her. He was gone. Once again, she flopped back on the bed and moaned at her own stupidity. He could never like her. Happy Valentine's Day, Skye. You got drunk and pulled a barman who was the hottest thing you'd ever set eyes on and now he thinks he was just your get-over-it pull, and... "Happy Valentine's Day," Skye's heart leapt as she heard the bathroom door open and saw James' face peeking out at her. She wriggled back upright and struggled to hold back the grin from her face as she realised that he hadn't left her, after all. "James!" The towel round his waist was far too small for his muscular frame and she laughed as he attempted to maintain his dignity. He eventually gave up, and reversed back to the bathroom as he let the towel fall. "Could you pass me my boxers?" "Sure," she giggled, and threw them in his general direction. "Are you not supposed to be working? It's only the busiest day of the year for what is apparently a hotel popular with couples," "I'm off. One of the delights of getting dumped after the rotas have been done," he called as he pulled on his clothes, which Skye threw to him one by one. "Emm, Skye," James emerged from the bathroom and looked at her coyly. "No. I shouldn't have come up here last night when you had been drinking, and I don't want you to think I was taking advantage, because I honestly wasn't. I think you're amazing," "Shut up and kiss me," she responded, and her whole body felt warmed from her core as she realised that he really did like her. James wrapped her in his arms, gently stroked her sore head, and kissed her tenderly. "Oh, and, happy Valentine's to you too," *** James had a brainwave. Skye had told him all about her childhood as they cuddled in bed for three hours on Valentine's morning. His hands had kneaded her shoulders and down her spine as she reminisced about the outdoor centre and hotel she had lived in as a young girl. It was then that he remembered that Sam would be working in the hire centre that afternoon, undoubtedly not doing very much work given that most of the residents of the hotel were only interested in the spa and restaurant. "Fancy going kayaking?" he chanced. "Seriously? I would love to -- and you'll be pleased to know that I had wanted to get some sports in this weekend, but expected to fail miserably at convincing Michael to get involved. He was an old fart!" "Well, I told you last night and I'll tell you again: forget about him," and James had kissed her hard on the lips to stop any more thoughts of her ex-lover to escape her lips. Half an hour later he had collected his wetsuit and a change of clothes from the residential block, and returned to collect his date. She looked even better than she had done last night -- James appreciated a girl who made an effort, but he always thought the true judge of beauty was in their casual mode, with little or no makeup, and the kind of clothes they lounged around in. Skye was wearing loose combat trousers and a white vest top, which barely cocooned her smooth curves, and which sat just low enough to reveal the tops of her ripe breasts. Her taut arms were covered in a pale yellow wrap cardigan which tied loosely around her waist, sitting just above the little hint of a tummy which she carried so well. He approached her outside the hotel as she stood looking off into the distance, and he remembered how perfectly she seemed to match him. Her height was just three or so inches shorter than his own six foot frame -- James loved the way he felt like he was protecting her as he dipped his head so slightly and tipped her chin upwards lightly with his large hands to kiss her. She turned to meet his lips and as they did so, that warmth that had overcome him as she spoke to him throughout his shift returned. His arm crept deftly around her waist to pull her close and she giggled as she readjusted her footing. Even her figure matched his: James always felt that a girl who was any thinner than Skye made him look like a giant by comparison. She made him look -- and feel -- just right. He caught a glimpse of Stephanie's parents heading towards the hotel, and heard the familiar strains of Steph's voice follow them. James made a split second decision in his head. "My ex is coming," he whispered to Skye. He felt crestfallen as Skye dropped his hand and took a subtle step away from him, looking as nonchalant as she could. Stephanie approached and glared in James' direction. "Well, she hates me anyway, so it can't do any harm," he thought, and with that he muttered, "Oh no you don't," to his stunning female company and drew her into a warm embrace. If he had been Sam, he would have used the moment to look up at Stephanie and relish the flicker of hurt or jealousy on her face. But James wasn't Sam, and he didn't care what Stephanie thought of this new development in his love life. He wasn't with Skye for the sake of Steph. "Come on," he laughed, and they wandered to the hire centre. *** They paddled out some way on the loch, and as they reached the quiet cove on the far eastern stretch of the banks they pulled up and emerged from their kayaks. Skye pulled down the zip on the front of her hired wetsuit and pulled her arms out from the tight fabric. She turned and watched James do the same, revealing a toned and muscular torso that she had failed to notice the previous evening. "Fit," she thought to herself. As he approached her on the beach he reached into the small bag he had stuffed into the kayak and produced a bottle of champagne and plastic bag. "Well, if I'm the hospitality manager the least I can do for my surprise Valentine is prepare a picnic," he explained to her and she looked at him, raising an eyebrow in an amused fashion. They sat on the shores of the lake and sipped champagne, laughing about everything in a comfortable way that Skye hadn't felt since she was back home with the instructors and her friends at the hotel. James shifted on the grassy bank to lie close to her, propped up on one arm. As his hand caressed her side he kissed her softly on the cheek, before she turned her head and accepted his advances. Their lips met and she melted once again into those soft brown eyes. Running her hand up his chest, she heard him speak. "Let me make you dinner at my apartment tonight," he said, looking at her sincerely. "Ok, but you have to promise me one thing," she said in a serious tone. James looked swiftly back at her, concerned that she had changed her mind about him. "You made me come so hard last night and let me fall asleep, James. You are such a gentleman -- so many young gorgeous guys in your position would have fucked me whether or not I was sleepy, purely to have a rebound shag," "Well, yeah, I suppose so. I'm not a rebound kind of guy though - it's just not my style. But, well, I'm not really sure where you're going with this, Skye," She looked at him and tried to reveal the hunger she felt with her eyes. Letting her hand fall onto his crotch she tickled the fabric of his wetsuit teasingly. "I'm desperate to feel your cock inside me, James," she whispered seductively. "If it's anywhere near as perfect for me as your tongue, then I think I could employ you as my personal hospitality manager!" As they entered the kayaks once again she paddled off, and shouted "7pm? At my room?" "Sure thing boss," She couldn't wait, and by the way he sped after her in the kayak, he couldn't either. *** Tonight was going to be amazing. He finally managed to get Sam to shut up before handing him a case of beer and banishing him to a night of comedy movies with the barstaff down the hall. "And when I say don't come back tonight, I mean, don't come back tonight Sam!" Sam had only laughed at him and sung some ridiculous ditty about getting laid at last. James slapped the side of his head as he exited the apartment and continued to button his new black shirt. He checked himself in the mirror. One day's worth of stubble had appeared on his chin, but he knew that Skye was an outdoorsy type, and he always looked the part at the hotel when he had a bit of growth (still clean cut, but with a slightly roughened edge). His jeans and shirt were a good match, and he looked casual without looking scruffy. His mind wandered back to the effort that Skye had gone to the night before, and suddenly remembered that she was intending to make more of an effort on Valentine's night itself. "Shit," he mumbled, as he whipped the iron from its cupboard and dug out a clean pair of suit trousers from the pile of dry, clean clothes in his wardrobe. Finding a dark grey smart shirt and deep red skinny tie, he quickly changed his clothing and reassessed the situation in front of the mirror. Much better. He tidied up the table he had carefully set earlier that night, and stood at the door checking over the apartment. It would have to do. *** She pulled the more innocent lingerie into position and leaned up to make sure the bra was perfectly positioned. This time, the deep pink plunge bra was far more revealing, and the narrow band of diamantes which clasped together the two push-up cups strained against her breasts. The cut of the dress she was planning to wear allowed for either no bra, or a very minimalist design. Her size meant she would probably cause someone -- more than likely herself -- a serious injury by going commando, so that was never going to happen. She had stumbled upon this particular bra in a store in a mall twenty minutes from the hotel. Skye hadn't felt quite right wearing the clothes that she had planned for Michael (and anyway, she wore them for him to gee him into action. With James, she wanted to seduce and stun). Her brief visit to the nearest town had been a successful one, with a plain black body-con style dress and new lingerie the prize. Slipping the fitted dress over her head, she wriggled into place, and pulled her zip up as far as she could. Struggling with her hand reaching over her head, she laughed as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, fighting with her own body's limitations to reach the zip half way down her back. Finally, she succeeded, and slipped on the same high heeled shoes she had worn last night. They brought her level with James' eyes, and for now certainly, they were her favourite part of James' body. With a wicked sideways glance at herself in the mirror, she removed her pink panties and threw them across the room. *** "You make me sick," "I only cooked for you, I wasn't trying to kill you," he laughed, as they finished their small slices of banoffee pie. "No, I mean, you make me sick with how great you are at everything. I mean, you do all the same sports as me, and you are the hottest bloke in the hotel, and you cook a mean carbonara. It's disgusting. Can you not just be crap at something to make mere mortals feel better?" "Oh I don't know, I might be shit in bed," James winked at her as he gathered dishes and clattered them into the kitchen. "Try me." Skye's voice had developed a deadly serious tone, and James felt his entire body's supply of blood rush to his cock. Abandoning the clearing up he walked purposefully from the small kitchen and lifted Skye in one motion from her seated position. He rushed her along the narrow hallway and kicked open his bedroom door. "I just can't help myself when a beautiful woman gives me a challenge like that," he smiled, gazing through narrowed eyes at the prey he had so desperately desired for the entire day. "And I just can't help myself when I've been fantasising about one particular part of you all day," Skye giggled, wriggling free from his arms and pushing him backwards onto the bed. Unbuttoning his trouser she slipped to her knees at the edge of the bed, and swiftly manoeuvred his trousers, shoes and socks to the floor. He lay naked from the waist down and as he lifted his head he saw her beautiful brown hair fall around his thighs, and her moist lips drift towards the head of his erect penis. "You look spectacular," she said sincerely, as she looked up at him briefly, before taking his engorged head between her lips. Kissing her way down his length slowly, she flicked her tongue over her own lips and he felt the warmth of her breath flicker over his balls. He couldn't help but moan. As she rose back up to the waiting head, he inhaled deeply and awaited the sensation of her lips on his cock. Sure enough, it came. Again, he cried out to her and urged her to take his entire length deep into her mouth, silently in his head. As though she could hear his every thought, she suddenly took him deep within her soft lips, and somehow devoured his entire member in one steady, even stroke. He could feel the tiny vibrations of her mouth as she sighed, and the very slight moment of surprise as she realised how much his length and girth filled her. "Fuck, Skye," he couldn't help but moan, as she lifted her head once again. Slowly, she built a steady pace, letting his cock disappear between those gorgeous, lightly glossed lips and every once in a while trustingly looking up at him. Her pace increased, and he felt her fingers work their way towards his balls. The excitement became too much and he found himself gently lifting his ass to meet her downward strokes. She moaned with every motion, and the vibrations drove him wild. "Baby, you need to stop...I won't be able to hold on," he regretfully told her, as he felt the first signs of precum reach his swollen head. As Bad as Each Other *** Skye lifted her head and laughed as she kissed her way back up and down his length again. Wriggling up onto the bed from her kneeling position, she didn't let him move a muscle and positioned her knees on either side of his torso. She had never had a huge amount of self-confidence when she was on top, but her whole being was telling her to do everything in her power to seduce this man. She didn't know what had come over her, but she was thoroughly enjoying being in control. She feigned a firm tone, and instructed James. "Unzip my dress," He sat up as quickly as he could and kissed the diamante panel of her bra. Slowly working his way up to her collarbones he flicked his tongue fleetingly over her neck and she moaned at the delicate kisses meeting her skin. She felt James' hands fumbling with her zip, and the dress fell away from her breasts, leaving the deep pink material pushing up her breasts. "Now lift the skirt up," James' firm hands almost tore at the hemline of her dress, and he roughly pulled the shiny duchess satin up around her waist. She heard him exhale with a slow "Fuck," as he realised she was wearing no panties. His hand found the small of her back, and with a swift pull she was lying across his chest, lying back on the bed, and kissing him roughly. She felt exhilarated. "James?" "Skye?" "Please...fuck me," He needed no invitation. *** James used his superior upper body strength to roll Skye over onto her back. Reaching into the bedside cabinet he found the condoms he had bought earlier, and tore one open. Skye reached forward and gently pulled the rubber up his length as he let his hands wander to her clitoris. "Turn around, baby," he asked her. "Show me your ass." She slowly knelt in front of him, resting on her forearms, and he bit his tongue as he saw her pussy and ass presented to him in one beautiful show. Rubbing the head of his cock slowly up and down the length of her wetness, he briefly played with her clitoris, until he heard he pant and moan out words that sounded like "Please," With that he firmly took hold of her hips, and pushed the large head of his cock into her moist pussy. He heard himself cry out once more -- she was so tight, and in spite of the condom he could feel every muscle clench his length as he pushed slowly into her. He held her hips tighter and heard her long, low breaths increase to short, sharp cries. "God, J...you feel amazing," With that, he slammed his entire length into her quickly and fucked her with a lustful passion he had never felt in his life. *** Skye's breasts had leapt free of her bra, and were moving freely in time to the steady, quick rhythm that James had established. "I'm going to come so quickly James," she moaned, and flicked her hair away from her sweat-moistened brow with a flick of her head. "Can I do something to give you an amazing orgasm?" "As if you have to ask," she replied, but she was intrigued as to how he could improve on his already incredible work. Moments later, Skye felt his fingers reach round to her clit. She knew that if he touched her with any force there that she would come instantly. It was the only way that she could make herself come anytime that she masturbated -- penetration alone had never been enough for her. James was the closest she had ever come to releasing an orgasmic surge without any clitoral stimulation at all. If he started to add it in now, she didn't know how she would control herself. As his fingers found their way to her sensitive clit she felt a sudden delightful rush of pain and pleasure. James had slowly inserted a single finger to her exposed ass, and was pushing gently into her tight sphincter. "Oh, GOD!" she screamed, and as his fingers met her clit she writhed in sheer pleasure, collapsing forward and resting her head on the bed. *** His finger was fully inserted into her ass and he could feel the amazing tightness of her pussy increase as he reached around and tickled her clitoris simultaneously. Slowly, he pulled his finger back and began to push it slowly in and out of her ass. Leaning forward he whispered to her to play with her clit, and he returned his focus to simultaneously fucking her with his fingers and his cock. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but before he had a chance to check, he gently inserted another finger to her straining ass. Skye screamed and clung to the bedsheet as she flicked her finger over her soaking clit, and James gave in. "I'm going to come Skye," She grunted permission and he fucked her, slamming his cock and fingers into her and clinging to her waist as he felt himself explode inside her. As his orgasm coursed through his body she released a guttural moan and pushed herself back onto his cock, shuddering with delight as beads of sweat trickled from the nape of her spine down her back. James collapsed onto her back and held her tightly, caressing her breasts as she recovered her breath. "Wow," she simply stated, turning her head to meet his hungry stare. "Wow," he replied, releasing his grip and lying beside her on the messed up bed. "Your dress is still round your waist," he reminded her, and they collapsed in childish giggles which lasted an eternity as they kissed and held one another throughout the night. *** The sunlight crept in through the unfamiliar window, and Skye opened her eyes slowly. "Good morning Valentine," James' voice whispered beside her. "Mmmmmmm," she replied, scared to wake up in case the night was lost. "Sssshhhhh," she begged, cuddling up to his arm as he held her close. "Stay," Skye mumbled, "Well I could probably guilt the company into giving me an extra day off," "No," he replied, holding her tightly and fixing his soft brown eyes on hers. "I mean, stay with me," Skye had a rush of thoughts. How? What about the New York flat? What about her career? Where would she live? She blinked and felt a smile creep around the edges of her mouth. "Okay," she whispered, and kissed him as they drifted back to sleep.