We were in that beautiful, transitional moment after our morning loving. That time between heart thumping climax, and the stark realities of the need to get the day moving. She playfully nuzzled my neck, then pecked me on the lips, and bounced from the bed in the direction of the shower. Her lithe body all taut and sensuous as she disappeared into the bathroom. I shivered in delight, wanting to pinch myself to be sure this gorgeous nineteen year old beauty was really mine. Silently counting my blessings I wandered to join her in the shower, conscious of the time pressing, and a little miffed we wouldn't have time to indulge other pleasures under the spray.

As we were drying ourselves off she matter of factly announced, 'You have control today. What am I to wear to the office Syl?'

My mind raced through all sorts of scenarios and the contents of her wardrobe all at the same time, I eventually replied, 'The crisp white blouse, no bra, with that lovely black and green tartan mini-skirt. Nix, for a change, but put that remote controlled bullet I bought you into your bum before leaving.' The latter was a last minute addition to the idea slowly evolving in my brain, eliciting a little wiggle of her cute derriere as she bent over to choose her undies.

'Temptation thy name be Rosie,' was screaming inside of me, but for once I ignored the words of the sainted Oscar and turned to fix us breakfast.

As always,when she works and I have a day off, I moped around a little after she left. Idly padding around our flat, remembering how we made love here, fucked there, and just cuddled up and giggled in another place, sipping one of innumerable coffees I ill advisedly consume per day.

Finally, I shook myself from my reveries, looked at the clock and changed for lunch. Little did my darling girl know she would have a break to remember. I slipped into an all in one electric blue trouser suit that went from a collared neckline all the way to a slight flare around my feet, matching FM heels, a light coat, and a purse type handbag. A quick check to be sure I had the all important remote, as well as cash and essential make-up, and off I went to the tube station.

I settled quietly into a corner booth behind the door of the pub, having ordered a glass of Magniers, my favourite cider. Looking at my watch, and seeing she would be about ready to leave her nearby office about now, I hit the activate button on the remote. An evil smile on my lips as my cellphone buzzed to announce a text received.

"You bitch! Where are you?"

Obviously I ignored it. At that very instant,the door was flung open, almost hitting the back of my stall, and my super-confident young professional flounced in the door with a few work colleagues in tow. She marched straight to the bar, dropped her beautiful butt onto a high stool and ordered her customary G&T.

I hit the button once more, dipping my head a little so as to be partially hidden by a huge flowerpot.

She sat bolt upright, stunned, and grabbed her phone. Luckily I'd thought to set my own to silent.

"WHERE are YOU?" was her message.

I smiled into my glass as I took another sip, watching the bar rapidly fill to over flowing. The lunchtime crowd obviously appreciating the swift service of the snacks and stuff they served. Rosie was tucking in too, so I gave her time to eat.

Seeing she had finished, and my own glass was empty, I made my way unseen by her to the bar, my finger touching the precious button just as I squeezed between her and her colleague to order fresh drink, my back to her.

I felt her jerk next to me, heard her breathing in sharply. As her hands busied themselves on the keyboard of her phone, my right hand slid onto her knee, squeezed firmly, and began inching up the acres of bare flesh her lovely long legs possessed, whilst my hip rubbed against the outside of her thigh.

Without so much as turning my head, my fingers traveled all the way up the inside of her warm toned thigh, nails lightly raking sensitive skin, until my knuckles nudged the bulge of her sex, the panties already damp, as I knew they would be. My Rosie is so easily aroused.

I heard her whisper, "Damn you. Now what are you going to do?"

I placed my glass on the bar, took out my cell, and nimbly tapped out, "Make you cum! Right here!"

I hit 'send' and continued to drink my very refreshing cider, whilst also 'knuckling' her pussy, rewarded by her squirming against my fingers without uttering a sound.

I glanced around me, and in the mirror behind the glass racks of the bar, catching a slightly distorted but satisfying view of her biting her bottom lip, her right hand gripped the bar for support as I wormed inside the soaking gusset of her nix.

My fingers generally coated I eased two into her, deftly slithering them all the way inside her tight velvet pouch. My thumb wreaked havoc on her well engorged bud, I proceeded to finger fuck her surrounded by a pressing crowd of people, including her own workmates.

She came! How she didn't scream out as she invariably does I do not know, but my hand was drenched in her fuck juice. The stool under her too I suspect.

The barman chose exactly that moment to lean over and remind me I hadn't yet paid for my drink. I slipped my hand from between her now sticky thighs, raised it to the barman and beckoned him wickedly closer.

He couldn't help but smell her scent on my fingers as I conspiratorially murmured, "She's paying!" and shot a glance over my shoulder.

He was quick on the uptake, and with a smile at me, and a wink at Rosie replied, "Of course, Miss."

I turned, grinned at my darling girl, kissed her cheek and whispered, "Hurry home baby girl," and walked straight out the door.