I was at work early on Monday morning to set up the Board Room for a senior management meeting. To my surprise, Rose was already in the office. She came into the boardroom and sat down while I set up the AV for the meeting.
We reminisced about Friday night, what a thrill it had been and how good it would be to do it all again.
But we also reminded ourselves of the consequences should anyone find out about our secret tryst, especially my line manager who was best friends with Rose's boyfriend.
Not for the first time, I accepted the best thing would be to keep a distance between us to avoid raising suspicion.
As the week progressed, I became aware that Rose had confided in her friends about what had happened in Perthshire. While this was not what I wanted, I did also consider the same people to be my closest friends in the office, so I knew our secret would be safe. Although it was clear they did not approve.
Two weeks had now passed since my secret tryst with Rose, and on this Friday evening, there were a couple of people leaving the company, and a considerable number had turned out for their send-off. Rose was there along with her group of friends.
Rose was keeping her distance from me, and her friends were keeping an eye on Rose too, making sure nothing further occurred between us.
As the night went on, the numbers rapidly dwindled. By the time we arrived at Jumpin Jaks, a dancing venue on Sauchiehall Street, it was just the usual suspects that remained. Rose was still there, but by now, all her friends had headed home.
It is only now that we can get close to each other. Without saying it, we both wanted to show affection, but as Rose was still with her boyfriend and there were several work colleagues who remained, it prevented us from even holding hands, never mind sharing a kiss.
We danced away for a while with our silly antics that made each other laugh. With the time approaching midnight, Rose decided she ought to head home before her boyfriend began to wonder where she was.
To make sure Rose got home safely, I walked with her. It was also the first time we were alone that night. We stopped a couple of times to kiss but decided it was best to leave it at that.
I left Rose at the top of her street and then started my walk back towards Sauchiehall St.
I was disappointed that nothing further was going to occur with Rose that night, so I decided to get a taxi home.
Or so I thought, no sooner was I back in my flat when my phone rang and it was Rose. She excitedly proclaimed she was now in a taxi heading to East Kilbride and needed my address.
I was completely speechless.
Rose arrived about 15 minutes later with a bottle of wine and a CD in her hand.
“What’s going on here?” I asked Rose.
“That arsehole wasn't even there when I got in, so fuck him!” was her response.
“Will he not wonder where you are, though?” I enquired.
“No fuck him, I'll just say I stayed over at someone's house,” was her reply.
“Well, don't say you stayed here!!” I joked.
We both laughed.
With that, Rose gave me a big kiss before we opened the bottle of wine. We then sat in the living room, and I put on the CD.
It was not long before we were kissing again but this time our hands were also wandering all over each other's bodies.
“Might be time to go to the bedroom,” I suggested.
With that, I led Rose through to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, I pulled Rose into me, and we began to kiss again.
I stopped kissing to remove her top, and then her bra. Her incredible breasts feel free and I began to gently caress her breasts before flicking my tongue around her nipples.
Rose started to unbutton my shirt and unbuckle my jeans. I removed both items and chucked them away. Rose then sat on the bed and took off her own jeans.
We are now lying across the bed. We resumed our kissing, and I slipped my hand inside her knickers and began to finger her incredibly wet pussy.
While Rose slipped her hand inside my boxers and started to give my cock a slow wank.
At this point, we removed our own underwear. I reached over to my bedside drawer and took out a condom which Rose helped me to put on. I then manoeuvred myself between her legs and slid my cock inside her tight pussy.
We began to fuck hard with some raw passion; thankfully, there was no squeaky bed this time.
This was an unbelievable feeling, here I was fucking an incredibly beautiful woman, if that was how heaven is meant to feel, then at that precise moment I was in pure heaven!!
As we continued to fuck, Rose began to moan loudly.
Rose then rolled me over and straddled me; it almost felt like my cock stayed inside her during that process. I was now holding onto her breasts as she fucked my cock. The faster Rose fucked my cock, the louder she moaned.
She then suddenly stopped and asked, “How do you want to cum?”
My mind instantly went back to our tryst in Perthshire when Rose asked me to cum on her belly,
I replied, “On your belly!”
With that, Rose lay down on the bed. As I manoeuvred between her legs, I removed the condom and slipped my bare cock back inside this beautiful woman.
I began to fuck her hard, and soon I could feel the tremors that I was about to cum. I didn’t stop, I started to fuck her even harder and faster.
Rose was also moaning loudly when I felt the surge of sperm rapidly rise inside my cock. I instantly pulled out and my sperm simultaneously sprayed over her pussy, her belly, and her breasts as Rose shouted, “Yes, yes, yes!”
I then slid my cock back into her pussy. Rose objected to that as my cock was still leaking cum and she asked me to take my cock out again. Rose then began to massage my cum over her belly and breasts as I watched on still basking in the emotion.
I lay down next to Rose and we shared a long, lingering kiss. It was now 4 am. Rose turned her back, ready to sleep. I put my arm around Rose and cupped her breast before we fell asleep in that position.
We both awoke around 8am, Rose asked to have a shower so she could wash off my dried-up cum that was still sticking to her body.
While she was in the shower, removing all the incriminating evidence before she went home to her boyfriend, I tidied up the empty glasses in the living room. I then lay back on the bed and waited for Rose to return.
When she came out of the shower, I asked Rose to come back into bed with me again, but she insisted she needed to go home to face her boyfriend before it got any later.
I drove Rose home and parked at the top of her street. She kissed me on the cheek as she exited the car. I then watched as she walked down the street and disappeared into her flat without looking back.
Later that afternoon, Rose texted me to express how much she had enjoyed our sex and that she wanted more.
That whole weekend I was basking in the glory of my Friday night romp with Rose.
I was late into the office on Monday morning, and to get to my desk, I needed to walk by Rose's desk and the desks where her friends sat.
Rose was very sheepish and barely looked up when she saw me, while her friends looked far from happy.
It was immediately evident that they were aware that Rose had stayed at my flat on Friday night,
While her friends were not against me per se, as I also considered them to be close friends too, they were unhappy that Rose was cheating on her boyfriend as well as the risks involved given the close connections that existed in the office. We all knew everything could blow up very spectacularly should someone else find out. They wanted to protect Rose (and me) from any trouble.
Later that day, I was working in the boardroom and one of Rose’s friends approached me. She closed the door and asked what I was thinking with my line manager being close friends with Rose’s boyfriend. I began to feel a real awkwardness surrounding those friendships.
For that whole week I kept my head down while Rose put distance between us. Rose's friends were not just watching every move I made but they also watched every move Rose made. We did not text each other either, as I became aware that the situation between Rose and her boyfriend had deteriorated, and Rose had now moved back to her parents' house.
The following week, I received a text from Rose on the Wednesday night. She said that she was dog sitting at her auntie's house and asked if I wanted to come over. I agreed and after a quick change of clothes, I got into my car and drove the 10 miles to Motherwell.
When I arrived at the house, I could hear a dog barking loudly. Rose opened the door and quickly ushered me in.
Rose was wearing a very revealing white top and jogging pants. I was sure I could see the shadow of her nipples through the top and assumed she was not wearing a bra.
After Rose closed the front door, we kissed and moved into the kitchen.
However, the dog would not stop barking.
Now I love dogs, and dogs love me. I certainly have an affinity with dogs and had never came across a dog that did not take a shine to me. But this dog would not stop barking.
I put my arms around Rose, and we began to kiss again, hoping the dog would settle once it realised, I was no threat to Rose. I also slipped my hand under Rose's top and confirmed she was not wearing a bra, so I started to caress her naked breasts.
Still, the dog kept barking.
We kept on kissing for a few more seconds, but then abandoned the moment as the dog would not stop barking.
This felt like another groundhog moment following the creaky bed in Perthshire.
As I believe dogs with their emotional sensitivity can detect oncoming emotional distress, this dog's behaviour struck my subconscious that it was perhaps trying to warn us that our trysts were heading towards trouble.
Rose and I both realised my presence in her auntie's house was a bad idea, so I left.
Driving home, it felt like the end had arrived.
The next morning in the office. I was working away in the boardroom, and Rose saw me. She entered the room and partially closed the door.
We spoke about how much we liked each other, and that we both wanted to keep something going, but it was clear the timing was all wrong. Rose needed to decide one way or another which direction she was going with her boyfriend, and our trysts were only complicating matters.
With heavy hearts, we both knew we had to cool our budding relationship; it was the right thing to do.
The office had now become a torturous place for me. Sitting at my desk, if I looked to my right, I would see Laura and a reminder of the great sex we had until she cheated on me. If I looked to my left, I would see Rose, the most beautiful girl that I had ever had sex with, someone by her own admission wanted to keep a relationship going, but the circumstances were all wrong.
For my own sanity, I had to leave that job, which I did a few months later. Sadly, I have never crossed paths with Rose again.
