Holiday Romance 11

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"Oh, I'm so clumsy. I really am truly sorry," Darrell blurted out. The poor waitress that he bumped into was stood shocked. Her cream blouse now had one horrible brown stain and a smaller red one staining it and gradually spreading out and down.

He could tell from her prominent badge that her name was Isadora. She was still frozen in time with a shocked expression as the cups and plates still wobbled before coming to rest on the floor. An older gentleman that Darrell assumed was her boss or the maître d' came dashing over waving his hands about ineffectively "Oh I'm terribly sorry Sir, I'm sure Isa meant no offence. Please let me get you a drink on the house."

Darrell waved him away "No it was entirely my fault; I should have looked were I was going." Turning to Isadora he added "Do you have something you can change into. You must let me pay for it to be cleaned if it can be cleaned or replaced if it can't."

The blonde came around from her shock stating, "Yes, I have something in my locker. I can get it laundered here at the hotel."

Darrell immediately kicked into action, not giving the boss/maître d' any time to dictate matters saying "In that case then I suggest you go change right away. I'll make sure reception have my details, if it's ruined then I insist on buying you a replacement. What time does your shift end as I'd like to buy you a drink to make up for it and I won't accept any argument from you."

It was at this point the older guy stepped up and told Isadora "We're winding up here and so you can take your time freshening up. We'll call it the end of your shift but I'll pay you for your full shift. Please accept the drink."

Isadora turned to the man and replied, "Thank you." Turning to Darrell she answered her previous question "I'll get a Piña Colada from the bar if that's acceptable?"

Darrell nodded his confirmation but added "Only if you join me on the far table in the corner so that I can apologise appropriately with drinks in our hands."

Isadora nodded "Give me twenty minutes and I'll make my way over." It wasn't until this point that Darrell had a chance to appraise the woman who he had bumped into. She was a couple of inches shorter than him; her medium length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her figure tapered down to her flared hips and shapely legs; he liked what he saw but thought bad for having ruined her top. So much so that he made his way to the bar to ensure they would put her drink aside for when she returned.

As promised Isadora made her way over to his table with her drink in hand. She had indeed changed, applied some additional make up and let her hair down but it was her chest that held Darrell's attention as she made her way through the tables. She had indeed changed her top but it was an awful lot sheerer than her previous. That had been all professional, pulled loose at the waist so that her tits were non-descript but this one was tucked tighter into her waist band showing the generous chest to its fullest even before her all white bra showed through the material and displayed her nicely sized tits for Darrell's attention.

As she neared his table Darrell averted his eyes so that he stared at her smiling face; wearing lipstick made her smile seemed much broader. Darrell jumped to his feet and pulled the chair out that faced his own "Thank you" was Isadora's delicate response.

Darrell smiled and said "It's my pleasure. I'm sure you're fed up with me saying this but I really am sorry for my clumsiness. I was mortified when the drink started to sink into your top. Having said that it did result in me having some glamourous company, it's just a technique I doubt I'll employ again."

Isadora burst into laughter at the joke and reached a hand over to touch his arm and comfort him "I'm certain you didn't intentionally do it and the laundry service here works wonders even though reception have already informed me that you were quite instant that I have your details in case it needs replacing."

Darrell nodded and said "Well I certainly appreciate it that you are taking it so well, many wouldn't. I just hope I haven't inconvenienced you; it must have been suitably embarrassing."

Isadora shrugged and said, "You'd be surprised how often it actually happens. You get used to it after a while but at least you were gracious to offer to pay -- some don't."

Darrell was pleased to hear that she had taken the incident in her stride but still asked "Now I'm not keeping you from anything at home am I? I have no idea when your shift ended/ends."

She looked wistful momentarily before answering "No. Since splitting with my boyfriend, it's just little old me and my apartment."

Darrell looked suitably surprised, saying "Wow. If you are single, I'd have thought there would be a queue around the corner of potential suitors. Unless of course you are purposely keeping people at arm's length. I hope you don't construe this has unnecessary harassment."

Again, the gentle hand on his arm as she replied "No, you are being the perfect gentleman. I'm enjoying it now you have your apologies out of the way and I will enjoy it more if you stop treating me like a glass doll. It's nice having a drink bought for me from a man who actually listens to what I have to say rather than forcing his opinions on me."

Darrell winced saying "I take it you've been tarnished by the behaviour of maybe your ex?"

Isadora took a sip of her drink, nodded and replied, "Just a little and a few more before that for that matter."

Putting his hand on his heart Darrell added "This will be my final apology but on behalf of many of my gender I can assure you that not all men are shits. Quite a few are but not all of us."

Her expression softened as she considered his words and gave a slight nod as she said, "I can believe that you are one of the good guys, it's just I seem to pick the wrong types and they are normally always like that."

Darrell offered up his glass for Isadora to clink hers against and he toasted "To the good guys, may they meet the pretty ladies without tipping drinks over them." The sentiment had the lady in a fit of giggles which just endeared her to him even more. "Could I buy you another drink? I'm rather enjoying making you giggle?"

Isadora checked her watch and replied "Yes that would be nice, I'd only just be finishing my shift if you hadn't bumped into me and so I think that's a reason for celebration. I should offer to buy these though."

Darrell looked stunned and shook his head "Go on. Keep reminding me of my clumsiness." She could tell that Darrell was tugging her chain as he went on "But no, no, no, that's not how it works around me. The lady accepts the drink, not pay for them. I do want something in return though." Isadora shot him a curious look until he finished his sentence "I want a potted history of Isadora to date in return for the drink."

Another giggle and another "Ok" response. It seems as though Isadora liked to be a busy girl and when she wasn't being busy, she liked to paint. With the holiday season coming to an end soon, she would find herself freer to follow her passions but would once again ideally follow the weather and work seasonally.

Rather than being a waitress to earn money she actually enjoyed her work as she got to meet some interesting people. Darrell interjected with "When they aren't tipping drinks over you." More giggles: he certainly appreciated how she opened up to him with honesty. By this time, they found that both drinks had been finished long ago and the late hour prompted Darrell to say, "I've really enjoyed your company and, in any other circumstance, would have offered another round but I'm conscious of the time and how I've monopolised you so far."

Isadora felt comfortable enough to tug his chain saying, "If you want to get rid of me, you just have to say." Darrell went all defensive before she continued "I too have enjoyed your company but I've done all the talking so far and as you won't allow me to buy you a drink this time, I will allow you to buy me another." This was delivered with the broadest smile Darrell thought he had ever seen.

He immediately flagged down a passing waiter and requested two further drinks be brought over and charged to his room. This time Isadora was pleased to see Darrell opening up to her about what brought him to this point in time and more relevantly why he was on holiday unaccompanied -- or at least without a significant other, he was here with friends who were elsewhere tonight. The evening ended with Darrell asking if Isadora were free to meet up for lunch the next day which she duly accepted. Her walk home up the steep hill was pretty much forgotten as she seemed to float up it.

Isadora had suggested a particular Taverna that she knew slightly off the beaten track that served excellent local food for not much money. Darrell was pleased with the way he was greeted; a peck on the cheek while receiving a big affectionate hug at the same time. Isadora was the perfect host, asking him what he liked to eat and then ordering his lunch in the local language. They spent most of their time laughing, Isa telling him some of the town's history and just being comfortable in each other's company. At the end Darrell asked, "What time do you need to get ready for your shift and do you have time to take a stroll to show me some sights of the town?"

Isadora replied "I'd love to. Thankfully I don't start until 5PM and so have plenty of time." She stood up from the table and beckoned Darrell over by holding her hand out to him. Darrell quickly took the cash out of his wallet to cover the bill plus a tip and very naturally took the offered hand meaning the two continued up the side street hand in hand. Isa's heart skipped a beat once he took her hand, she had felt suitably daring making this first move but was immediately rewarded by his reaction.

As they walked, she pointed out local landmarks and commented on some of the history they passed. As they walked past the end of a road where a set of exterior stairs could be seen in the distance, she added "And those stairs you see lead to my apartment."

She went to carry on walking along there route but Darrell stopped walking which made her pause and so he replied with a cheeky expression "The stairway to heaven."

Isa fell into a fit of giggles "Would you like to come have a drink in the shade. I ought to warn you though I wasn't expecting guests and so haven't tidied" and so Darrell pulled her gently in that direction. Once she entered her studio flat with Darrell a single step behind her, she asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Darrell had a strange feeling of daring. Lunch had gone far better than it ought; last night could have ended up with him bored and receiving a slap in the face but no he had had a very enjoyable time. Therefore, he judged it the right time to pull on her hand with enough force so that he pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her preceded him saying "You."

Isa gave an approving "Mmmm, that sounds nice" and leant in for another kiss, then another and another. Each time the kiss lasted longer than the previous one. Isadora pushed him back until he sat down on one of chair at her dining table. The minute he had come to rest Isa was dropping to her knees and fishing into the zipper of his shorts but then Darrell took her hands off his zipper and stood her up.

"Oh no, ladies first if you please" and patted the edge of her table. She gave a wide smile and little squeak as she jumped up on to the table, Darrell quickly slid of the chair and down to his knees. His hands were pushing her skirt up and Isa immediately lifted her hips so that he could push it clear and in one fluid movement he hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down her legs. She purposely held her legs apart so that he could better see her sparsely haired pussy making him comment "Mmmm, very pretty" just before leaning forward and raking his outstretched tongue along her splayed labia. Isa shivered involuntarily as little pulses shot from her clitoris to various points of her body.

'He's good at this' Isa thought as she took hold of his head between both hands to hold it firmly in place while she rode her excited pussy against his face. His mouth worked wonders, working his tongue and lips around her clit followed shortly by him working down to drive his tongue as deeply inside as he could. Her climax didn't stop him and the best she could do was flop back to lie on the table while he worked a number on her very pretty and very tasty pussy. Her second come was even bigger than her first and she found that she had to push his head away as she became very sensitive as a result.

While she lay back and recovered Darrell took the opportunity to remove his clothing and lined his dick at the entrance to her pussy but held still until Isa returned to consciousness. She could sense him there and lifted her head to see, giving Darrell a questioning look making him ask "I didn't want to assume, is this okay with you?" Her reply was to wriggle down the table until the head of his cock lodged in her pussy. He smiled at her and gently pushed his hips forward until she had taken all of him in one gradual insertion. Darrell held still for a moment so that he could lean forward over her and kiss he fully on the lips. Isa knew his lips would still have her juice on them but kissed back at him as though it were her life blood itself.

Darrell pulled back slightly so that he could tug the top of her top down to expose her breasts. He wasn't disappointed; they weren't too large that she needed a bra today but they were perfectly proportioned, they were tanned beautifully but it was the large erect nipples that drew his mouth down to capture first one and then the other. Isa arched her back as he pulled his hips back slowly until just the head of his cock remained inside her. He held it there for a fleeting moment and slowly fed his length back inside her. He was driving her made. She pulled on his ears until his head was raised and then she asked "Will you please get on with fucking me. I want it hard; I want it fast and I want it NOW."

Never one to refuse a lady Darrell set about her pussy at a blistering rate and her table squeaked as the base of the legs rubbed against the hard flooring made a high pitched squeal of protest at how it was being treated. Darrell had gripped her hips to give him better leverage and she really let herself go in response. Neither had fucked so animalistic in their past but both considered it exactly what they both needed. The way her pussy gripped and clawed at him was so very special for him but the addition grip when her pussy convulsed in orgasm was a whole new twist. He tried to hold out to generate another in her but it really was too much for him and he gave one forceful thrust before holding still and groaning loudly as his balls emptied as deep inside her as he could.

They held still for the longest time while they both got their breaths back and ever so slowly Isadora raised herself from the table and pulled on the back of his head to pull him into a deep passionate kiss. She pulled back from the kiss and stared wide eyed at him "Oh my god, I so needed that."

Darrell's face was the perfect reply. He wore the broadest grin that Isa had ever seen as he replied, "It was something special wasn't it." He then pulled her in tighter to the hug and mashed his lips against hers which she responded immediately. This was the closest connection either had felt with another human. It unsettled Isadora slightly but Darrell felt a strange euphoria on the back of it.

Isadora's phone gave a faint alarm which prompted her to lean her forehead against his shoulder as she mumbled "Of all the times. That's my alarm to go get ready for my shift but I really don't want to be anywhere but here right now." What she was also thinking was would Darrell just turn and run now he had had his jollies.

Thankfully Darrell came to the rescue and her heart soared on the back of his reply "In that case you should go get ready. What time does your shift end and would you mind if I picked you up from work and walked you home. I just want to walk you home; I won't go assuming we can repeat what just happened as you'll have been on your feet all evening."

She pulled him into another smouldering kiss before responding with a broad smirk on her lips "In fairness I've been on my back and it was you that was standing. I would very much like to be escorted home. I finish at 10." Darrell shooed her to get changed and waited for her to re-emerge ready so that he could walk her to the restaurant.

Isadora's heart skipped when she caught sight of Darrell sat at the bar having a beer and chatting to the barman but she still had another twenty minutes of her shift to complete. Her boss spotted her looking over and conspiratorially leant towards and said "Your friend from yesterday is at the bar, seeing as it's gone very quiet, why don't you skip off early. There is enough of us to handle the clearing up without you. Have I mentioned that good staff like you are hard to come by?"

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a reward and went to drop her final tray of empty glasses at the kitchen. She positively bounced her way to where Darrell sat and whispered in his ear "I've been let off early and so ready when you've finished your beer."

He turned on his stool and replied, "Screw the beer, I'm more interested in you telling me about your evening as we walk you back."

They did make love when they landed back at her apartment, it was slow and passionate love, the complete opposite of the frenetic energy earlier. Afterwards they cuddled and Isadora drifted off into a very contented sleep as Darrell spooned behind her. She was in an even better mood when she woke up and he was still in place, although she did have to chuckle at the run of dribble from the corner of his mouth down to the pillow. She didn't chuckle at his morning wood pressing into her back, instead she reached behind herself and took it in a firm grip. This started to rouse Darrell round and she gave him a quick kiss saying, "Good morning." She then wriggled down the bed as she added "I wanted to do something yesterday but someone stopped me. Don't think that is happening again" and promptly took his cock into her mouth to lavish it with the kind of attention she thought it deserved.

Darrell leant back and just allowed her to do exactly as she liked. They spent most the day in bed. They did go to the taverna for lunch but were soon back in bed. The evening saw a repeat of the previous, in fact the next and final two days of Darrell's holiday were spent with the same routine. On their final night Darrell asked something that would change both of their lives for ever "You said previously that the holiday season ends in a few weeks?" Isa nodded in reply and so he went on "If you have no other plans once the season ends, why don't I buy you a ticket and you come to see me and my home this time around."

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. She should have been concerned about what this would mean but as it turned out they had a glorious two weeks together in Darrell's lovely home by which time he had asked her to move in. She never returned when the holiday season came around again, much to the disappointment of her boss at the bar.