It was on a rainy, chilly afternoon in late January when I met Rose for lunch, ended up back at my place for a couple drinks, and fucked her ass for the first time. We'd been flirting at work for weeks, which graduated to even more flirtatious text messages, and then the offer to meet for a late lunch that Thursday. You'd even texted me a rather sexy pic from the ladies room, which teased your tanned C cup cleavage, lacy bra with a hint of hard nipples and puckered areolas. I had replied back that I wanted to see the matching thong. Rose had then texted: Maybe you'll see more than that later. ;-)
Rose and I worked in the same building but different departments, so while we didn't work together we saw each other frequently, in the halls, or usually on our lunch breaks. She was newer, but I'd been immediately attracted to her physically: five three, green eyes and long straight brown hair, full lips, tanned skin, and for someone relatively petite, sizable bust. And hips and ass to match. But her personality was what grabbed my attention equally to her striking beauty. She always said what was on her mind, whether the boss was being a total dick, or the book I'd been reading on break looked pretty freaky, but cool.
That's when we first met, a few months ago. She walked into the break room as I finished my ham sandwich, my attention focused on the Stephen King novel, but my attention diverted to the clack of her heels on the linoleum and the heady, subtle flowery fragrance of her perfume wafting into my nostrils. She sat down across from me with her lunch and we'd started a conversation about our day, books, and after I'd mentioned being a writer, and Rose expressed an interest in hearing more, we'd begun our friendship. It hadn't taken very long for the flirting to start.
A few days later, after exchanging phone numbers, I'd emailed Rose one of my short stories, which I'd warned her was pretty dark, not to mention fairly erotic. But she'd read it and said it was good. She offered a few bits of feedback, which earned her brownie points for not giving me a glowing review for just liking me as a work colleague. She'd been honest, genuine, although admitted to not being as big a book reader like she'd been when she was younger.
Rose had also texted back, late that night, that some of the sex scenes in my story, had made her hot. Especially one in particular. I knew which one she meant, and I'd be lying if reading that text, while in bed in just a T shirt and boxers, hadn't made my cock hard. My mind conjured up an image of Rose also in bed, scantily clad or even naked, and aroused by my story.
Fuck, I wanted Rose from that point on, and our intense teasing back and forth, mostly via text messages, had commenced. We flirted at work, but carefully, mostly professionally, as workplace relationships were strictly prohibited. What two people did outside of work was no one's business, right?
The office was closing early that Thursday because the owner was having most of the building repainted, so he let everyone go early, and of course we had Friday off. After making sure all the departments had moved desks and filing cabinets away from walls, covered up desktop computers with tarps, we all cut out for a long weekend. Rose and I had other plans. We'd been talking about trying out the new Mexican place down the street, and by the time we dodged the steady fall of chilly rain to get inside, we were starving and craving something to drink to ease our nerves. Rose ordered a traditional margarita, and I got a beer. We shared a bowl of chips and salsa, hands and knees brushing against each other, talked and laughed, but not flirting really, although I could see it just behind her green eyes. It was barely there, but I could tell. She wanted me, but I wondered if she could detect the same restrained lust for her coming from me?
Halfway through our lunch, Rose said, "Let's finish up and go back to your place. But I want to stop on the way for more drinks...unless you have stuff."
I told her I did, and what, and she said that'd work for her. I offered to let her ride with me to my place, but what she said next, as we prepared to leave the restaurant, made my cock throb and ache in anticipation.
"That's sweet, but I'll follow you. Besides," she said with a wink, "if I stay the night, it'd be much easier if my car was there, don't you think?"
Needless to say, from that point on I could hardly contain my simmering lust for Rose. By the time we got to my town home apartment, and fetched two icy cold bottles of beer from the fridge, Rose had removed her jacket and stood perusing my stuffed bookcases in my living room. She smiled and sipped her beer after we clicked bottles in mutual cheers, and settled to sit on the adjoining sofa. She downed nearly all her beer in three swallows, put down the empty on the coffee table, and reached for me. My gaze traveled from her tight short sleeved sweater shirt to her slender toned legs half-revealed under a knee length skirt. She wore stylish brown leather boots.
Still holding my half empty bottle, we embraced and kissed. No tentative lips touching, but full on passionate and hungry kisses, tongue probing, lashing, tasting and devouring. Rose wrapped her forearms around my neck, fingering the longish locks of my hair, pulling me down onto her. I pulled away to place my bottle on the edge of the table and she leaned down to unzip her boots. She wore no socks and her tanned toenails were painted burgundy red like her fingernails. She grinned lasciviously, licking her lips as her gaze fixed on the obvious bulge under my khakis.
"Mmmm, someone's excited," she purred. She leaned back against the cushions, parting her skirted thighs, teasingly pulling it up above her thighs, but barely concealing the delicious view beneath.
"How about you find out about my thong now, Kevin?"
Grinning, I leaned over, my hands rubbing the tops of her feet and sliding under to caress her shapely calves. Rose moaned as my fingers brushed over her thighs, pushing them further apart and her skirt rode up higher, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tourqoise colored thong.
