Chloe awoke. There was someone in bed with her.

She blinked her eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room. The realisation struck her that something hard was pressing between the cheeks of her bare bottom. It continued to probe. Chloe gasped - no mistaking what it was - and it was causing exquisite sensations. She scanned the room for clues to his identity, and took in her discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket.

Her head pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy, hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until she decided what to do.

While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together yesterday's memories. Since finishing law school two months ago she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten hour bus journey from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting off the bus in the evening.

Sweaty and tired she had made her way to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was coming back to her, gradually now. Her eyes felt dry and she needed a drink.

She had met a man, an English man, they had had several drinks.... He had been amusing, with a dry sense of humour. And then? Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest recollection of that occurring. With a sense of dread she hoped that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.

His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming over her labia. She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through her. It was this pleasant pressure, she realised, that was making her reluctant to turn to face him. An image was forming in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome, with dark hair.

A snatch of conversation floated into her mind, "They're after me, I know it." He'd said. "They've followed me from London. I chose this place because its completely off the beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find me." She must have looked puzzled because he had continued.

"I saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car. Now, everywhere I look I see them. They're tailing me. Its time to move on." She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank, functional walls of the room. She could hear the splash of the swimming pool beyond the window. She barely remembered booking herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth hostel.

Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from sleep to consciousness. Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm. Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so good looking.

Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him. When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimetres away. They were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking, he focused on her. He rubbed his square chin, covered in stubble, and smiled. "Who on earth are you?" He spoke in an immaculate English accent. She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked with a strange man, suddenly making her blush. "I'm Chloe." He propped himself up on one arm.

"Oh, right. I'm Jaspar." He fixed her with that direct stare of his which made her feel as if she had something to feel guilty about. "And could you tell me how we happen to be sharing this bed?" "No, I was hoping you could tell me." She paused, lowering her eyelids, then meeting his gaze again. "Did we?" "Did we what?" There was a trace of humour in his voice.

"Well, you know, have...." "Spit it out!" "Sex!" she blurted. Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter. "Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back ooh two or three times. And you tell me you can't remember any of it?"

"Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously pissed." "Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe, a few beers, a couple of whiskeys. You were perfectly lucid." While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed, so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her pubic hair. His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing thoughts to swirl and collide in her head.

She was confused and unsure what to believe about him. He was dangerous, she sensed that. But he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get to the bottom of. If only she could recall the night's events fully. She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead which was damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and scattered with freckles in the hollow between them. She reached down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.

"I just can't remember. What did we do exactly?" she murmured. His gaze had moved from her large grey-green eyes, skimming over her delicate nose, her mouth with its fuller lower lip and had finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinising her nipples which tingled and hardened under his gaze. "When I see those the memories come flooding back to me."

He paused as if chewing over a thought. "Look, why waste time with me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night." "Well, what do you suggest?" she asked coquettishly. "Well, how about I show you." She started to laugh. It was a very tempting offer. "I just don't know if it would be..." "What? Appropriate? You're an English girl a million miles away from home.

Who's going to know what you get up to?" She relaxed, he was right of course, this was her last taste of freedom before settling down to her career. And since they had done it last night, it seemed churlish to object now. Anyway, she had always found that sex in the morning cured a hangover. All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into his mouth.

His stubble rubbed against the areole, its abrasiveness strangely arousing as he sucked hard on her erect nipple. With his hand he rolled the other nipple between his fingers sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her breasts. Then he took the other nipple in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost unbearable pleasure.

Then he started attacking her breasts with small bites, as Chloe arched her back, surprised but enjoying his forceful handling of the situation. She hadn't experienced such driven male energy before. He was stoked up, and the fiery passion bubbling under the surface, desperate for release.

Her cunt grew hot as the juices began to flow. His mouth moved down her body, slowly, tantalisingly biting the taut flesh of her stomach and moving down, inch by inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered her mound. Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him. He paused for a moment and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she thought of him scrutinising her pussy. He pulled back her labia and began to lick back and forth along the opening, drinking in her musky juices. Every time his tongue reached the top of her slit it brushed casually across her clitoris creating rampant pulses of pleasure.

Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it gently from side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly entered her with his two fingers, driving her back on the bed as she squirmed against his hand. As he thrust his fingers deep within her tight tunnel while continuing to torment her clitoris she began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was her need for release from this build up of exquisite pleasure.

She reached her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than the last until finally she felt herself flung into darkness, spasming wildly while cross-currents of pleasure coursed from deep within her with an intensity that she had never experienced before.

As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for hers, tasting herself on his tongue. His stubble was rubbing against the sensitised skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat between them a further notch. Pulling away from him she slid down his hard body to his cock that had so delightfully awoken her that morning.

As he lay on his back she gazed down at it, then reached to touch it. It was impressive in length and girth. At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her vagina. After the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she felt sure he would be equally talented when he fucked her. She took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and forth.

Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the whole of its impressive length from entering, she took more of it into her mouth, moving deliciously along its length and tasting the stirrings of his arousal which was leaking from the tip.

She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently away so that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled around her flushed face. He eased himself on top of her holding her thighs wide open and began to push his cock into her entrance. He moved back and forth, at first with very shallow thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan and grab at his shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her.

He stopped for a moment and bent his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Shall I let you into a little secret? We didn't do anything last night. I remember everything perfectly. I wanted to, but you just passed out on the bed. So I had to store up all my energy until now, our first time. But it was certainly worth it!" He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this time. "Oh, you bastard." she said, in mock anger.

She no longer cared how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his shoulders. With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force that her breasts quivered. She cried out at the ferocity of his entrance. It felt so good to be filled up so completely. With every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his cock hitting the neck of her womb. She looked up at him, his eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he ploughed into her.

Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as she spasmed around his bone-hard cock. The waves of her climax continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate deep within her. Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay face down on the bed.

The sun was still streaming through the window. She should get up, but not just yet. She could sense that he was becoming restless beside her. He started to slip on some shorts and a T-shirt. He wasn't trying to run out on her already? she thought. "Where are you going?" "Don't worry.

I'm just off to try and find the toilet." When he had left she turned lazily on her back. She needed to know something about him. If there really were some people following him, might she be in danger also? Suddenly a pale shape registered at the edge of her vision. Rolling onto one side she propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at what had caught her eye. She could just make out the tip of an envelope protruding from his jacket pocket. She guessed that she had been too hung over to notice it earlier.

She was not in the habit of reading other people's letters. But its lure was too powerful to resist. She got out of bed and pulled it out. She rationalised that it was her only means of getting some answers. The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out ‘Clancy & Durham', a name far from unfamiliar to her. Clancy & Durham were in a league of their own, one of the biggest law firms in London, a firm that was completely out of her reach, she thought with some bitterness.

She had worked hard at university, harder than many of her colleagues and although she had applied to the biggest and best firms in London she had been unsuccessful. Knowing that the competition for these places was very fierce was no compensation. She held the envelope in her hand wondering whether she had the courage to draw out its contents.

She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she quickly stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made it back into the bed as he entered the room. He lay down beside her and started to kiss her, but her mind was elsewhere. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "Yes, a bit." "Would you get me something? I'm famished." "I'm not surprised. That was really something this morning." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did. But right now I really need a coffee and a bacon sandwich." "Yes madam."

He leant over and kissed her full on the lips, then left the room. To her relief, he left his jacket. She hesitated for a moment, then swiftly pulled out the envelope. Surely it would offer some clue as to Jaspar's identity. Unfolding the thick creamy paper, she read, ‘Dear Jaspar, Thank you for your postcard. Byron Bay sounds like an interesting place but I fear that the drugs that you are smoking have addled your brain. Unfortunately, I must decline your request to ‘lend' you ?100,000. I can't imagine what you need it for.

Surely you haven't spent your inheritance already? If you have squandered your father's money within six months you have only yourself to blame. May I suggest that you get yourself a job? I hope that the prospect of working will not prove to be too much of a shock to the system. Regards, John' That Jaspar had money worries came as no surprise to Chloe.

But what really interested her about the letter was not its content but the fact that Jaspar's uncle worked at this firm. To her great shame, she had not even managed to secure a position, although a small firm in Oxford had asked her to contact them when she returned.

She would have to start the long climb to the top from there. Folding the letter she carefully slid it back into the envelope and placed it in the jacket and waited for Jaspar's return. That evening, after spending the day together they lay on the beach, looking up at the stars. She could sense that Jaspar's mind was full of his own problems but she didn't want to pry. She wanted to keep things casual.

Soon they would go their separate ways, and she sensed that getting involved with Jaspar could only spell trouble. She was lying across his chest as he lay sprawled out on the white sand, running his fingers through her hair. He broke his long silence. "I'll have to be going tomorrow."

"Where to?" "I can't really say. What do you do back in England?" "I've finished studying and now I need to find a job as a trainee solicitor." He became silent again. Chloe sat up and looked at him quizzically. "What is it?" "Nothing. I was just thinking." He took another moment to process a thought. "I know someone who works at Clancy & Durham, my uncle." "Really!" she said with commendable deceit. "They're in a league of their own." "I could put in a word for you. He's the head of the Corporate Litigation Department."

"Oh I don't know if I'd fit in a place like that." Now that the possibility of getting a job there had suddenly presented itself she started to feel anxious. Would she fit in? "Don't sell yourself short." "Well, they've probably filled all the trainee solicitors positions by now, but I'd be happy to start as a paralegal." "Well, I'll see what I can do. My sister Felicity works there as a paralegal. She's been there for a year now. But like you, she's desperate to become a solicitor."

"That would be great." "I'll phone him as soon as its nine am in London." She buried her head in his neck. "Thank you Jaspar, thank you." A wave of optimism flooded through her. Suddenly all her doubts left her. She would make it as a solicitor, that she was sure of.