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.