Over the weekend, Rose texted me on a few occasions. She was happy we kissed on Friday night but regretted that she could not take things further.
At work on Monday morning, we went for a coffee together and agreed that while Friday night had been fun, the right thing to do was to leave it at that.
There was also the added complication that my line manager was also Rose’s boyfriend’s best friend. If he were ever to get wind that something was going on, that would create so many problems for both of us. It was just too risky.
Over the next few weeks, Rose and I continued to flirt on occasion, but we also kept our distance.
In the meantime, I began to have dates with other women. None of these developed into a relationship; however, I am only saying this to set the scene for what happened next.
It was now June, and one Thursday evening, Rose texted me unexpectedly, “What are you up to?” she enquired.
“Not a lot,” was my reply. However, the honest answer would have been that I was out on a date, but I did not want to say that to Rose.
Rose then followed up with, “I am having a bath.”
Another text quickly arrived with a picture of her leg covered in soap bubbles.
“Wow!” was my first response.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.
Rose replied, “I need someone to dry me with a towel.”
Another recurring theme in my writing is my luck, or lack of it at times.
I know I have limitations when it comes to women being sexually attracted to me, that’s just the way it goes for me, so here was the most beautiful girl I had ever kissed, the one girl who grabs a second look from every male in the office as she walks around, sending me pictures of herself in the bath, and inviting me over to dry her back. But as my luck goes, I am out on a date at that very moment, you could not write it at times!
As I am not the kinda guy to brazenly walk out of a restaurant and leave a date stranded, plus the fact that the date had been going reasonably well until that point, and despite my head now being completely awash with thoughts of Rose in her bath, the correct thing to do was stay at the restaurant, which is what I did do.
The next day at work, when I first saw Rose, we both smiled at each other.
Every lunchtime, I would go for a run around Kelvingrove Park. I had just changed into my running gear, but to exit the office, I had to walk by the desk where Rose sat. With no one else around, I stopped to chat with her.
Rose informed me she was still having issues with her boyfriend, and she had booked a week-long spa break in Perthshire for next week. As I was wearing my shorts, the whole time I stood in front of Rose, I kept catching her looking down at my legs, and particularly my crotch area.
The more she spoke about the spa, the more I began to realise this was the same spa where I had previously completed a work placement, so I provided Rose with some pointers before wishing her an enjoyable break.
On the Sunday evening, I received a text from Rose to say she had arrived at the spa, and my directions had been spot on.
On Tuesday, I received more texts from Rose complaining about the other guests all being of retirement age. Something I knew from working there previously, so we had a good laugh about it. She signed off that evening, suggesting I should drive up to the resort.
I honestly did not know if that was the first intimation that she now wanted to have sex with me or just a rhetorical comment people make when they are enjoying themselves, without it being an actual invitation?
Either way, Rose knew I was working at a large event the company had been hosting that week, so taking time off was out of the question.
I did not have any further contact with Rose until Friday afternoon. It was around 5 pm and I had just arrived home from work when Rose called me.
This time, she opened the conversation with the suggestion that I drive up to Perthshire that evening, and we would have a night out in the local town.
Despite the risks involved if someone were to find out, there was no way I was going to pass up that invitation with all that had happened previously.
The resort was around a 90-minute drive from East Kilbride.
A quick shower to freshen up and I was on my way. I arrived at the resort around 7:30 pm.
One other minor problem to note at this point is, the resort had a no-visitor policy. Again, something I knew about from my time working there, but that only added to the overall thrill.
The first step was to sneak in without anyone seeing me.
This was an old building both inside and out, except for the spa facilities themselves which were very modern.
I called Rose to say I had parked outside the resort. She directed me to a side door at the end of her corridor. When I eventually found it, Rose was waiting for me dressed in a white bathrobe. She quickly ushered me in, then it was a quick scamper along a creaking corridor and into her room.
Now inside her room, it honestly felt like I had been in that room before. There was just a single bed, an en-suite bathroom, and the room had very old-fashioned bedroom furniture.
Rose wanted to have a shower before we headed out for some drinks. When she reappeared from the shower, she only had a towel wrapped around her.
So here was the most beautiful girl I had ever kissed, now looking even more incredible in the near-naked flesh.
I still had a lot of uncertainty as to whether sex was on the cards that night or not, so I felt obliged to look away as she dropped her towel to put on her underwear. When I looked around again, I could not believe her figure; her body was perfectly toned, with her beautiful breasts nestled inside her bra.
As Rose continued to dress, she told me about her week at the spa and that she hadn’t spoken to her boyfriend all week. When she was ready, it was time for us to quietly sneak out without anyone seeing us and then a short walk into the town centre. After a walk around the centre to get our bearings, we found a pub that appeared to be the liveliest in town.
As we drank and laughed away, Rose paused to ask about my preferred type of woman. She then threw a grenade in my mind when she said that if I saw someone I liked in the pub, she did not mind if I went to chat to them. I assured her that I was more than happy with her company, but my head was now spinning.
Was that her idea of a test, did I pass the test, or was she beginning to have second thoughts about my being there?
We stayed in the same bar until closing time at 1am before walking back to the resort holding hands. Despite there being plenty of laughing and joking all night, there had been little flirting between us, which only compounded my thoughts that perhaps Rose had changed her mind about sex, or worse still, I had this completely wrong from the start, and sex was never on the cards.
As we were both worse for wear, the trickiest part of the night was getting back into her room unnoticed, however, we somehow managed it.
We then both stripped to our underwear and climbed into bed together. It was a tight squeeze with it only being a single bed, Rose lay with her back to me, and I rested my arm on top of her waist. Up to this point, we had yet to kiss that night.
Rose took hold of my arm and said, “Hold me tight, please,” as she pulled my arm around her. With that, she reversed herself back into me, so her bum cheeks were now pressing against my soft cock. Inevitably, my cock now began to twitch, which Rose felt. She lifted her head and asked, “Do you want to fuck?”
I did not reply but instead pulled her in tight and moved my hand up to gently stroke her hair. Rose spun around and we embraced in a very enthusiastic kiss. Rose then moved her hand over my cock, which was still hardening, while I moved my hand over her bra and began to squeeze her breasts.
Simultaneously, my cock became rigid, and Rose slipped off my boxers and began to give my cock a slow wank. My hands were still massaging her breasts as our kissing continued to intensify.
I then moved my left arm behind Rose’s back and unclipped her bra with my hand. She broke away from our kiss to appraise that move, “Impressive,” she whispered.
I replied with a smug laugh, “My party trick!”
We resumed our kissing while I began to squeeze her naked breasts. I then dropped my head down and began to suck her nipples, taking one nipple in my mouth at a time. While my mouth focussed on her nipples, I slipped my right hand inside her knickers. Her pussy was perfectly smooth and soaking wet. I then inserted my middle finger into her tight pussy, and Rose moaned in pleasure.
I really wanted to get my head between her legs to taste her gorgeous pussy.
I raised myself onto my knees and began to ease her knickers down over her feet. Once her knickers were off, I started to position myself between her legs, but she grabbed hold of my head and pulled it upwards, “Come here,” she directed.
We began to kiss again, while Rose began to wank my cock with far more purpose than before,
“I want you inside me,” she proclaimed.
I reached over to my bag and pulled out a condom. Rose helped me put it on before lying back on the bed. I moved in between her legs and slid my cock inside her amazingly tight pussy. As I began to slowly fuck Rose, she began to moan aloud, but the bed also started to squeak very loudly.
To avoid making noises that would alert anyone close by to my presence, we moved the duvet and pillows onto the floor. Rose lay on top of the duvet with her head on a pillow, and I started to fuck her again. We kept this position for some time, but I was nowhere near ready to cum.
Rose then assumed a doggy position, where I continued to fuck her hard for several more minutes. Still, I was no closer to cumming.
Rose told me to lie on my back, and she straddled me. She directed my cock inside her again and we fucked cowgirl for what seemed an eternity. Even with cowgirl being my favourite position, I was still nowhere close to cumming.
We had been on the floor for over an hour now and Rose protested, “This floor is too uncomfortable, I want to lie on the bed again.”
With that, she jumped off my cock and we placed the duvet and pillows back on the bed. Thinking that was our sex now over, I also removed the condom.
As we lay on the bed, Rose manoeuvred herself into my arms. My cock was still rock hard, and we started to kiss again. As the kiss grew in intensity, Rose asked, “Do you want to fuck me again?”
“Of course I do,” was my instant answer.
With that, I moved myself between her legs. This time, Rose grabbed my cock and gave it a few tugs before guiding it into her extremely wet and tight pussy.
This time, I was not wearing a condom.
Rose says, “You can cum on my belly if you want.”
With that, I started to fuck Rose as quietly as possible so as not to make any noise, but the bed was just far too squeaky. There was no way I could get the momentum to cum fucking Rose that slowly.
We tried to persevere, but it was no good; the bed defeated me. Instead, we went back to lying in each other’s arms. I was so frustrated.
We did doze off for a while, but time was also ticking on, and I needed to sneak out of the resort before any staff began their morning shift.
As it was now after 6 am, I decided I should leave. I quietly got myself dressed as Rose lay naked on the bed. I gave Rose one last kiss, picked up the condom and its wrapper to remove any evidence of what had just happened, and closed the door quietly behind me.
Once I got home, I went straight to bed, closed my eyes, and began to give myself the most intense wank of my life, picturing Rose and our sex. So much so that when I did cum, my sperm shot past my head and hit the headboard behind me!
Later that day, Rose called me to say she was now home from the resort and wished she could spend the night with me again. Unfortunately, her boyfriend had different ideas about that!
