The low sun turned the ancient stones a fiery orange as Paul drove past Stonehenge, nearly at his destination. As he parked close to the front door of the hotel, he noticed how empty the car park was, hoping that it was going to mean that the restaurant would be quiet all evening as well. Walking through the foyer, he glanced into the bar and saw her standing there, folding napkins with the other two members of staff in the otherwise deserted bar. He checked in and made his way up to his room, sitting in the armchair as he pondered what the rest of the evening would hold.
His phone buzzed on the bed, bringing him out of his daydream. He could see that it was from Kate, "I hope you're going to have a shave before you come down for dinner..."
"That's me told then" he muttered to himself, grinning all the same. The phone buzzed again. She was asking what the room was like.
He paced around the room, taking photos of the bed, the small desk, the floor to ceiling mirror along the wall opposite the bathroom door and the shower and sent them to her before turning on the tap and covering his face with foam. As he finished shaving, he wiped his face with a towel and picked up the phone, took a snap with himself in the mirror and sent it asking, "good enough?" The reply came back; "definitely some options ;)" He pulled on a clean shirt and headed out the door to the lift. As he walked into the bar he looked around. Apart from the three staff there was an older couple in the restaurant ordering their main course and a pair of younger women having a catch up from school or uni-days.
He went and leant on the bar, close to where Kate stood behind it. "What do you want?" she asked belligerently. Paul looked up, saw the grin on her face and smiled. He ordered his drink and asked, tongue in cheek, if he needed to wait for a table as they were so busy.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, rushed off our feet!" He went and sat at the tall bench table, opposite the huge TV, stuck on a news channel, mainly so he could watch Kate as she worked.
As he put down the menu she wandered over, leaning against the table. "What do you fancy eating?" the light already glinting in her eye.
"What I fancy isn't on the menu, so I'll go for the curry," his eyes dipping down from her face to the front of her shirt as she leaned further to pick up the menu. He watched her walk away, trying to picture in his mind how it would look with her sitting on the table in front of him, leaning back without her trousers on, legs spread. His eyes were glazed over still when she silently slipped behind him and made him jump, blowing into his ear softly before placing his food on the table.
As he ate he could hear the staff discussing their workload for the rest of the evening. As Kate was due in for the early shift for breakfast the following morning, it was decided that unless something changed, she'd be able to leave early, "Or not..." the other waitress said, glancing between Kate and the table. It was that waitress who came over and took his plate, asking if he was wanting a dessert.
Before he had a chance to answer she added that they could be done as room service if he preferred. Glancing at the bar, he gave her his choice.
"I'll get Kate to bring it up before she leaves," she said, giving him a grin.
After getting another drink, Paul headed to the lift, leaving just the two younger women still chatting in the corner of the bar. A few minutes later Kate clocked out and picked up her coat, picking up the dessert from the kitchen. She said bye to the other waitress, who said, "Have a good night," with a wink and a grin as she headed back to the bar.
Kate would normally knock when delivering room service, but this wasn't normal. She slipped her keycard from her pocket and opened the door, slipped inside and hung her coat on the back of the door as it closed. Paul took the dessert from her and put it on the corner of the desk.
Turning back around he slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her. Her hands moved up over his chest, his neck and up and over his shoulders, pulling their bodies together. As their mouths continued to move together, his hands pulled at her shirt, untucking it from the grey trousers she wore and slipping under it, feeling her skin under his fingertips. As one hand slid down to cup one of her bum cheeks, the other moved up her back until it reached her bra strap and pinched it together, undoing the clip.
Their bodies moved apart just enough to allow their hands to get to each other's buttons and the two shirts fell to the floor, followed by a bra. Their hands found each other's bodies again, her fingers running through the layer of hair on his chest while he reached for her pert breasts, feeling her nipples already hardening as his thumbs ran over them. One hand dropped to her hip as he gently pushed her back against the mirror, the cold glass against the skin causing their mouths to break contact as she gasped. Paul took the chance to move his lips along her jawline and slowly kiss down her neck.
Her arms moved, one over his shoulders and around his neck, the other sliding down and round him to let her nails scratch lightly at the small of his back. His hand moved from her hip, tracing the skin above her waistband with his thumb slowly until he reached the clasp on her trousers. He slid the zip down and eased his hand in, feeling the outline of her lips through the thin material of her knickers. The trousers slowly dropped to the floor as his mouth moved down to suck on one breast and then the other, her hand holding his head to her. She felt his tongue flicking over each nipple, and she started moaning softly as his finger slipped her underwear to the side and felt the wetness coming from her.
He slowly turned her around, kissing her back as he gently pushed her forward at the waist until her nipples pressed against the glass. He pulled her knickers down so that she stood there naked. Standing close behind her, slightly to one side, he slipped one hand around her and down to gently stroke her clit. The other hand slid up the inside of her thigh and ran along her lips before easing a finger into her. Holding his finger deep inside her, he carried on stroking her clit, circling it slowly then speeding up before slowing again.
Her moans got louder as she started to move against him, trying to move the finger inside of her. He slowly pulled his finger out, the wetness making it easy to slide, before pushing it back in. Kate pushed back against him, making his finger slide deeper and quicker. The movement pulled her clit away from his finger so he moved his hand up her body, pulling her slightly from the mirror, gently pinching her nipple between his fingers as he cupped her breast.
She turned her face and her lips found his as he continued to slide his finger in and out of her, before adding a second, making her moan into his mouth. She reached back, searching and felt him through his trousers, gripping him as his fingers sped up. He released her breast, undid the belt and the buttons on the waistband as she pulled down the zip. His trousers fell as she pulled at his shorts and wrapped her hand around him, sliding up and down in time as his fingers filled her.
His fingers left her and he turned her around, pulling her from the mirror. They carried on kissing as he maneuvered her to the desk and sat her on it. His lips moved down her body, taking in her nipples before moving down her slim, toned stomach. He sat down in front of her and spread her thighs and she leant back.
He lifted one of her legs and kissed her ankle, slowly moving up her calf, around her knee and continuing up her thigh. Lifting her knees higher, his lips made contact with hers, still wet from his fingers. His tongue slid over them, slowly spreading them before he moved up and let the tip of his tongue flick over her clit. One of her hands squeezed at her breast as the other dropped between her legs to hold his mouth against her clit as he continued licking. As his tongue circled her clit, he slid a pair of fingers slowly into her tight, wet pussy, feeling her tighten with each flick of his tongue and in time with the small yelps that punctuated the moans as his fingers pushed deep into her.
He stood up and pulled her from the desk. Walking into the bathroom, he turned the shower on. As they stepped under the water he stood behind her, his hands sliding over her breasts as he kissed her neck. He reached for the shower gel and rubbed some onto her body. She turned and pressed herself against him and pulled him gently until she was up against the tiles.