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The Awakening of Rosie

By: UpskirtMan89



1500 on Friday. The weekend was fast approaching, and the usual flurry of emails were flying back and forth around the office, trying to put together a plan for the route to midnight. Only, this week the office was quieter than usual; it seemed as though half of the office had taken their holiday at the same time. Due to the paucity of numbers, the enthusiasm for a big night out was quite low. Indeed, Adam was undecided as to whether he would go along.

Eventually, a group converged on the idea of going for a couple of drinks at one of the usual haunts. A fairly bland place with no sort of identity or character. The sort of bar that Adam thought was the scourge of city centres these days. But it was convenient, being on the way to the train station, and it was cheap. Not too much to complain about really.

The group was finalised. Sam, one of Adam's closest friends, and partner in crime around the office. Laura, who fancied the pants off Sam but would never quite admit it. He knew, he liked her, but he never did anything about it either. The classic game of cat and mouse, only neither was sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. Jane, one of the quieter girls from the other side of the office. Gavin, who tried too hard and wasn't too popular around the office, but was mostly harmless. And Rosie.

Rosie, the object of Adam's affections. There was one very small catch. She was out of his league. Way out of it. Adam consoled himself with the fact that at least he realised it. Not that Adam was hideously ugly or out of shape. He was very much average looking. Rosie however, was a fine specimen. Straight blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders, mesmerising green eyes, and cheeks that were somewhere between cute and sexy when she smiled. Slim, with just enough meat on her bones to accentuate her femininity. And the bum. Ahhhh, the bum. Adam and Sam had spent many hours discussing that bum. Hours that should have been much more productive, but Adam had a complete picture of what that bum would look like underneath the layers of clothes. Rosie had to walk past Adam's and Sam's desks to reach the office kitchen, and it was an obvious and pleasurable distraction each time she did. She knew it of course, and she liked it and loathed it depending on the situation, or so it seemed to Adam.

That was the main downside with Rosie. In many ways, she was the stereotypical 'It' girl. Always turned out immaculately, clothes, make-up, shoes - the works. Her posture was perfect, the way she walked, everything about her. To Adam though, much of it seemed contrived, so concerned was she with keeping up appearances. The thing that galled Adam about this was that underneath it all, there was a really sweet, genuine girl.

Rosie had joined the company about a year ago, much to the excitement of pretty much every male in the office. Adam and Sam had made an early move to converse with her, and while she knew exactly what they were up to, she was at least polite enough to make conversation. Over the following months, Adam had come to know Rosie better. He had been doing his best to avoid the dreaded 'friendzone' but it seemed that there was little he could do to halt the inexorable slide towards its gaping jaws. Give Rosie her due though, she at least kept it interesting, indulging him from time to time and being just flirty enough to keep him coming back like a lovesick puppy. She was a player, and she was good at it. On the other side of that particular coin though, he'd had a number of pretty deep conversations with her about everything from family to love life to career aspirations. He liked her, and she liked him, or so he thought. She was difficult to read though. He wished he had a better idea of just where he stood, though he suspected he wouldn't like the answer. Tonight promised more of the same; trying to steer the conversation to a flirty manner to test the water, followed by her hinting at reciprocating, only to find himself talking about something completely different a few minutes later.

The group eventually departed the office and made their way to the bar. Drinks were ordered, and they were soon sat around a big table, gossiping about events in the office. There was some teasing of Laura and Sam about their perpetual avoidance of the obvious. Which of course they decided to ignore.

Rosie's phone began to buzz, and upon finishing the call she informed the group that her friend Annie would be joining them for a little while. Adam had met Annie a couple of time before, and she was friendly enough. Cute too, though ultimately spoken for.

Sam was busy teasing Jane, giving her examples of chat up lines that were clearly inappropriate. Jane wasn't rising to the bait though. Indeed, she looked like she'd be anywhere else than on the end of a foul mouthed tirade from Sam, who had no idea about the effect he was having.

A couple of drinks went down, and the group were soon trying to decide if they should go on for more drinks. It wasn't late, but it was the sort of time where it was either going to be a big night, or die right there. Most of the group had decided that they would be calling it a night, preferring to wait until the rest of the guys were back in the office next week for a big night out.

Annie mentioned to Rosie that her boyfriend was DJing at a bar nearby. Rosie seemed to like the idea, and turned to Adam. 'Wanna come along?' she asked. Adam blew out his cheeks. 'Well, I could, but I can't stay late. I have to get the train home.'

To that Rosie smiled at him. One of those smiles that he loved and hated in equal amounts. 'That's ok. You can stay at my flat and go home in the morning.'

Adam stared for a couple of seconds, before remembering that he was being addressed directly. Rosie's flat? Fuck! Yes! He tried to play it cool though. 'Ok, as long as I get breakfast!'

The rest of the group started to disperse and it was just the three of them. Adam had fulfilled his role as the doormat by ordering another drink for the three of them, as they were sat around the table. Annie suddenly said 'Ok guys, a small confession to make, but it's not a big deal. This club... Well, it's not exactly conventional. Don't freak, but... it's a swingers club.'

Rosie and Adam looked at her, then at each other, and then back to Annie. 'What!' Rosie exclaimed. 'I'm not going to a place like that! Annie!'

Annie laughed as Adam watched on, wondering where this was going. 'No, no. It's just a swingers club. There will be no swingers there. They have... normal... nights on Fridays. Apparently. Anyway, Tom is playing there tonight. It's just a normal night, I promise!'

Rosie looked suspicious. 'Hmmmm, I don't know. This sounds a bit weird. I'll check it out, but if it's weird, I'm leaving!'

Adam laughed. 'That seems fair enough. We can check it out for a little while. It can't be that bad anyway, right?'

Annie giggled 'Exactly! Tom wouldn't have invited everyone if it wasn't ok. Quite a few of his friends are going.'

Rosie took a deep breath, giving her friend and Adam a warning look 'Ok, but only for a short while to begin with. And DON'T leave me by myself, the pair of you!'

Adam gave a little chuckle, knowing that Annie would be off with Tom. This was perfect. An invitation, no, a demand to spend some quality time with Rosie! 'Whatever you say!'

Finishing up their drinks, they gathered their coats and made their way over to this club, Annie leading the way. Somewhat predictably, it was off the beaten track, away from the rest of the bars, down a narrow, dimly lit street. Annie suddenly pulled up at a nondescript looking door with a red neon sign above it saying 'The Cage'. Adam, smirking, attempted to lighten the mood by pointing out 'Well doesn't this fulfil a pretty long list of stereotypes?'

Annie, grimacing at her two accomplices, pushed the door open, and shrugged 'Well, this is the place, I think. Guess we should check it out,' she said, the door opening fully to reveal a narrow staircase leading down and bending around to one side. Annie went first, and to Adam's surprise, he felt Rosie grip his arm above the elbow as he followed Annie. 'Hey, it'll be fine, we're just checking it out,' he said, doing his best to look and sound reassuring. Rosie, wide eyed and as beautiful as ever just whispered back 'Don't leave me.'

The stairs curved around, and opened out into a corridor. Adam saw a guy standing at the end of it, and was somewhat relieved when Annie walked up to him and gave him a hug, identifying him as one of Tom's friends. Rosie's hand dropped from his arm, and within seconds Adam found himself longing for it to return there, as they walked through and into the club itself.

There was no mistaking the first thing that caught the eye. A large cage in the centre of the bar with a swing inside it, what light there was directed the eye towards it. To the left of the entrance to the club was a small bar, and at the back of the main space was a huge king sized bed draped in dark red covers. There wasn't much light other than that, with seats and tables up against the walls, other areas hinted at beyond the pillars. 

Annie, smiling, ran over to the DJ booth and kissed Tom, giving no sign that she'd be returning any time soon. Rosie, looking less that pleased about it, said 'Well that's the last we'll see of her tonight.'

Adam gave her a nudge 'I'm not such bad company am I? Besides, it's one less drink for me to buy. What are you having?'

Rosie, eyeing the surroundings suspiciously, muttered 'Just a glass of wine. White. Thanks.'

Adam ordered the drinks, and handed Rosie hers, joining her in the survey of the club. 'So? What do you think?'

Rosie pulled a bit of a face after sipping her wine 'A bit creepy?!'

Adam laughed. 'Well I can't really disagree there. At least the clientele look relatively normal though right?' He hesitated a while, before asking 'Shall we explore a bit? See just how weird this place really is?'

Rosie looked around, probably hoping for some support from Annie as Adam saw it, but none was forthcoming, so she sighed. 'Well I don't know anyone else here apart from Annie, so we might as well.'

The club was reasonably busy, as they began an initially nervy circuit of the place. They approached the cage, standing before it, thoughts running through their minds of what may or may not have occurred in there. Adam finally broke the silence. 'Hmmm, a little bit on the sinister side, eh?'

Rosie really didn't look impressed. 'It's gross! What sort of person would go in there?'

Adam rolled his eyes, deciding he better move on quickly. They moved on to get a closer look at the bed. There were people sat all around the edges, chatting and drinking. Rosie's nose started to wrinkle as they got closer. Adam gave her a nudge. 'Relax! I'm sure they wash the sheets!' That at least got a laugh, which was something. It was strange to think that probably only last night, people would have been having sex on this very bed. Rosie though was looking disinterested and obviously trying to locate Annie.

Thankfully for Adam, Annie was wrapped around her DJ boyfriend in his booth. How to salvage the situation, that was the question. This was going badly, and given that he was staying over at Rosie's place later that night, things had the potential to get very awkward. He noticed her glass was getting low, so he took the opening. 'Come on, I'll get another round in,' he told her, and thankfully, she followed.

Walking away from the bar, Adam noticed another corridor and gravitated towards it, glancing over his shoulder to ensure Rosie was in tow. He smiled at her and shrugged. 'Might as well check it out,' he said, almost as a question and she returned his shrug with an indifferent one of her own.

He'd not gone more than five metres when he stopped, arriving at a window on his right hand side. Rosie appeared at his side as they peered in, seeing a room with a somewhat dishevelled looking bed. He edged a glance sideways at her, eyebrows raised, saying in a low voice 'Well I certainly wasn't expecting that.' He felt a little abashed, and could feel the colour rising in his cheeks. Fortunately, Rosie appeared to be feeling the same, as she shifted nervously where she stood and let out a little cough.

'I guess people stand here in the corridor and... you know... watch,' he said, breaking the tense silence.

Rosie nodded 'Yeah. That's so weird.'

'Yeah, but some people are into that sort of thing, clearly. Each to their own.'

There was another extended silence. She wasn't moving on. Something about this room had piqued her interest. 'Would you?' she eventually ventured.

'Would I what?'

'Do this. Go in that room.'

He really didn't know what to say. He always played things safe though, and he forced himself to err away from that approach, which came easier with a few drinks inside him, as he put on what he thought passed for a nonchalant shrug 'Well, never say never, right?'

She burst out laughing 'Oh come on! You wouldn't do that, surely!?'

He thought it best to laugh along with her 'Well I'm not saying I want to, but you never know.' A long moment passed before he summoned the courage to ask 'What about you?'

She considered for a long time, pursing her lips 'I can't say it's something I've ever thought about,' she answered diplomatically. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with her.

'So think about it now.'

She blew out her cheeks 'Well, a lot of it would depend on who I was with. It would have to be someone I trusted.'

Adam nodded. 'Of course. So, assuming it was someone you trusted. What then?'

She hesitated, clearly not entirely comfortable, so he prompted her 'Come on, we know each other pretty well, and we're just talking. You can tell me.'

She looked at the floor, mumbling a little 'Well, I can see the attraction, now that I think about it.'

Wow. He was rocked. Not only by her admission, but also by the way she was shuffling her feet. He'd never seen her like this. She was always so confident. He felt like he'd reached some inner sanctum here with her, where she was ready to open up to him. He felt like he was walking a knife edge, one wrong move and she would revert to type. He considered teasing her about it, but then decided against it. 'So... you know you'd have people watching you, standing right where we are now.'

She nodded again, almost meekly. Adam idly wondered if she was getting turned on right on the spot. 'So what do you find so alluring about it?'

Again, she hesitated, looking into the room, taking her time. 'It's just... different, you know? Sharing something so private. Almost performing to a crowd, everyone feeding off each other. Being at the centre of it all, the star of the show. And it's naughty. Really naughty. Not something I could ever tell anyone about. Having a naughty secret. I like that.'

He watched her as she spoke, becoming slowly more confident, eventually turning to him as she said 'I like that,' a twinkle in her eyes. Oh she was turned on alright. He couldn't falter now. 'So, you'd do everything? Foreplay... everything?'

She took a sip of her drink, a little smile appearing on her face that she couldn't prevent. 'Sure, why not?'

He took a sip of his beer, meeting her eyes. 'I never had you down as the kinky type.'

She laughed a little 'Why not?'

He shrugged, frowning with a smile 'Well, now that we're having this discussion, it's a bit of a bullshit answer, but... well, because you're really hot, I guess.'

He got a look back from her that said 'Yeah, I know'. That was more like the Rosie he knew. He was fearful that perhaps he'd handed her control of the conversation. Guys eating out of her palm, worshipping the ground she walked on. That was familiar territory for her. She was clearly into the conversation though, as she prompted him. 'So because I'm hot, you think that I don't have the capacity to have the same sorts of kinks or desires as other girls?'

Adam shifted a little. He was the uncomfortable one now. He felt he had dug himself into a bit of a hole, so after considering his answer, he replied 'I know it's a bit stupid of a stupid stereotype now that I think about it. I'm not complaining though! I love that you're a bit kinky! '

She had the good grace to smirk, but was there a hint of disappointment there? Well, he was acting a bit like an obsessed fool. Maybe it was time to revert back to the original line of conversation. 'What do you think of the idea of being in there with more than one guy?'

The smile returned and she glanced back into the room, perhaps visualising it. 'Sounds like it could be a lot of fun.'

'Have you ever done that before? You know, a threesome?'

She shook her head. 'No. I guess I've never really done anything really kinky. It's more, well... I like the idea of it. I've never had the confidence to really discuss it with anyone before. People might think I'm a bit weird.'

There was certainly a hint of a question at the end there as she turned to him. Adam smiled, trying to reassure her. He lowered his voice and looked earnestly into her eyes. 'I don't think you're weird. I'm really enjoying this conversation.'

He nearly melted at the look she gave back to him. All the airs and graces had disappeared. It was sweetness personified with a little twist of naughtiness, as she said 'Good, me too.' He decided to up the stakes.

'So, a threesome, and bear in mind you're being watched. Would that be one in your mouth and one inside you? Or do you like the idea of DP?'

'What's DP?'

Adam smiled as he realised that there was still a little innocence and naivety about her. 'It's double penetration. One in each hole.' He hesitated, and then added, looking right at her 'One in your pussy, one in your ass.'

The corner of her mouth turned up 'Oh, that. I reckon that would hurt quite a lot. If I was in that room, and turned on enough though, then yeah, I think I could be convinced to try it.'

Adam was glad of the darkness in the corridor, as he could feel himself stiffening in his jeans. The thought of his creature going will with two cock in her was almost too much for him to take. He was sure she was just as turned on as him as well, which was driving him mad on the inside. It was all he could do to keep calm. 'You really like the idea of being in this room don't you?'

She just looked right into his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded slowly. He had her. He actually had her. She was going to let him fuck her. No, he couldn't think like that. He was going to fuck her. He reached out and took her hand in his, before he moved her right up to the viewing window and sidled in behind her. It was win or bust. He pressed his engorged crotch against her bum. To his immense relief, she wasn't shy in responding as she gently backed against him. A quick glance to his right confirmed that they weren't likely to be disturbed any time soon, so he leaned into her neck, and started to whisper. 'Can you imagine it? The two of us in there? Completely naked? A dozen faces standing here and watching us both?'

His formula was a winning one he quickly realised as she ground her bum against him and a little whisper of 'Oh God' escaped her lips.

He moved his hands onto her hips. 'Everyone would be able to see all of you as I spread your legs nice and wide.'

She giggled, and stood with her legs wider. 'You could do all sorts with me in that position'.

The sweetest of butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach as he traced his left hand downwards, over her hip, down her thigh, before it reached the hem of her dress. He smiled to himself as he felt her start to tremble under his touch, as his hand traced its way up the inside of her silky thigh. He had to prevent himself from devouring her right here, as he maintained the tease with the lightest of touches on the crotch of her knickers. The heat coming off them was incredible! 'I'd give your pussy a nice, long lick. I love eating pussy.'


The Awakening of Rosie Ch. 02



Adam was a man in turmoil. The previous day he had incredible sex with Rosie, the object of his affections for the past twelve months. Rosie, who was well out of his league. Who walked past him in the office every day, leaving him speculate what it would be like to see her naked. Rosie, who revealed herself to be the reluctant owner of a number of kinky fantasies and had spilled them to him as he ravaged her in a corridor of a nightclub.

She'd woken with a raging hangover and was definitely not in the mood to continue where the previous night had left off. She was extremely cold towards him, verging on downright rude. Adam couldn't escape the conclusion that Rosie saw last night as a huge mistake. Reluctantly, he was beginning to accept that he could understand why she would think so. That didn't mean it wasn't hurtful however. It was the hope that killed him, and he'd allowed himself to hope that there could be something more between he and Rosie. Deep down, he wanted to make her his girlfriend, despite the fact that Rosie really wan't girlfriend material. He knew all this, he was a rational guy. He should treat last night as a beautiful one-off. There was that element of hope still lingering though. She'd whispered to him that it was the best sex ever. He kept replaying that moment in his mind. Had she meant it, or was she simply telling him what he wanted to hear? She was pretty good at that, he had to admit.

Adam kept the previous night's events to himself, despite a few text messages prompting him from Sam, his good friend and the office joker. He knew he was acting subdued but his housemates didn't seem to notice and so the weekend passed without event. He was torn as to whether to get in touch with Rosie somehow, but he knew he would appear desperate in her eyes. He was desperate. Desperate to know what she really thought. It was killing him inside. Whilst he wasn't one of her closest friends, they got along well, he thought. Above all, he hoped he hadn't ruined their friendship.

Monday morning arrived, and as he was on the train on the way to the office, he became increasingly nervous. He knew he'd have to face her and he wasn't sure how to deal with her. Should he say anything? Wait for her to talk to him? He fully expected her to ignore him, he just wasn't sure he could deal with it.

As Adam went to his desk, he glanced over at where Rosie sat. She was there, concentrating on her screen, embroiled in some task. Sam was straight over, asking what it was like at Rosie's place, whether anything happened. Adam told him nothing had occurred, which left Sam disappointed. 'Well at least tell me you stole a pair of her knickers!'

Adam had to laugh. It felt like the first time he'd laughed since that Friday night. He confirmed that he'd left Rosie's underwear drawer alone and went about his morning's work. Eventually, Rosie walked past him on her way to the kitchen. She was wearing a tight grey pencil skirt and a nicely fitting white blouse with a black pinstripe. Adam watched longingly as she strode away from him. Just a couple of days ago he'd had his finger inside that bum. He knew he'd do almost anything to bring about a repeat. 

Minutes later and Rosie was making the return journey. He chanced a look up at her as she passed but she completely blanked him. Usually she would at least acknowledge him with a smile as she walked past for the first time in the morning. Sometimes she would even stop to say hello and have a brief chat. Today though, it was as if he didn't even exist and it was like a knife cutting straight to his heart. He was blaming himself, trying to think what he may or may not have done wrong. It never even occurred to him that Rosie was being something of a bitch.

The day progressed in an achingly slow fashion, with Rosie completely blanking him on every occasion she walked past his desk. He wanted to stride over to her and ask her what he'd done wrong. He thought about emailing her, going as far as writing out a long winded email full of questions and pleas for her to at least still be friends with him. He couldn't bring himself to press 'Send' however. He got almost nothing done during the day. He knew he was acting like a lovesick puppy but he couldn't bring himself out of his wallowing.

Eventually, with the end of the day around an hour away, he resolved himself to get in touch. He knew if he let this rumble on into the evening he would be restless all day. He typed out an email and pressed send eventually, butterflies in him stomach as he awaited the reply.

'Hey. Are we ok?'

He went through the motions of working for the last hour, mainly concentrating on his email inbox, waiting for Rosie's name to appear. The wait was excruciating, and still no reply from her. He'd almost resolved himself to the fact that she was officially ignoring him when a reply appeared. He quickly opened up the email.

'Yeah we're ok.'

Short and sweet. Adam swivelled in his chair to look over at her, but Rosie was already leaving the office out of the side door. He didn't really know what to make of that. As he made the journey home, he was ultimately relieved that she was still talking to him.

Tuesday followed and was much like Monday. Numerous times she walked past his desk and not once did she even so much as glance in his direction. Although it was killing him the longer it went on, he decided that the best course of action was to leave her alone. The office wasn't the place for such a discussion. By the time Thursday had come and almost gone however, he couldn't take it any more. He settled on a plan to make sure he left at the same time as Rosie, with the idea of confronting her about where he stood.

Adam was keeping a close watch on the exits from the office as the end of the day approached. Time wore on and Rosie was still at her desk, much later than usual. A hand clapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see Sam grinning down at him. 'You coming for a drink you miserable bastard?' Adam smiled, declining the invitation. That was Sam's way of asking 'Are you ok?' he knew. He was grateful for his friend's concern but told him he'd catch up with him over the weekend.

More and more people filtered out of the office. Before long the numbers dwindled down to three people. Adam, Rosie, and a weird guy that worked over the other side of the office, Eric. Adam figured that he could go and talk to Rosie without being interrupted. He blew out his cheeks and began the walk over to Rosie's desk. She saw him coming yet kept her eyes firmly on her screen. It felt like a pretty lonely walk for Adam, but he eventually reached her desk. He was incredibly nervous and it was an effort to keep his voice steady.

'Hey. Mind if I have a seat?'

She didn't even look at him, but she nodded. 'Sure.'

'I, um... I thought maybe we should have a bit of a chat.'

She turned to him then, putting on the fake smile that he'd seen a thousand times. A bad sign. She was closing up. 'What about?' she replied, far too sweetly.

'Well, I think you know Rosie, you've been blanking me all week.'

'Have I? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to. Guess I've just been really busy this week.' He was in familiar territory now. This was textbook Rosie. He wanted to believe her, to let her off the hook, but he knew that for once he absolutely had to press her.

'Look, I get it ok. I'm not the sort of guy you'd usually go for. That's fine, it really is. Just... don't act all shitty towards me. I don't deserve that. I did nothing wrong.'

Adam was half expecting her to carry on denying what he was even referring to, but there was a flash of anger in her eyes. 'Didn't do anything wrong? Are you sure about that?'

Adam was taken aback. Had he said something to her that he didn't remember? He'd had a few drinks but not so many that he couldn't remember anything from last Friday. 'What the hell are you talking about? What have I done?'

'You know what I'm talking about!' she hissed back at him.

'Rosie. Seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about. Please, tell me what I have done.'

It became obvious to him that Rosie was genuinely upset, possibly to the extent that she was close to tears. She forced the words out. 'You guys. You're all the fucking same. Couldn't wait to tell Sam all about it could you?'

'But, I haven't said anything to Sam. Or anyone else. Why, what did he say to you?'

The look she gave him told him she thought him a bad liar. A couple of tears rolled down her face and she dabbed them away with a tissue. 'He made a stupid comment in the kitchen about you and me being swingers. There were people there listening. It was so embarrassing!'

'Look, I swear I haven't said anything to him. He knows that we went to that club, and he knows I stayed at yours. But I never said anything else to him, other than that nothing happened. Sam's just being Sam. I'm not making excuses for him, but you know what he's like.'

She gave him an appraising look. 'Why should I believe you?'

Adam sighed. Wow, more revelations. She'd hinted in the past that a couple of old boyfriends had been a bit shitty to her, but this was the first time he'd really seen the trust issues she had up close. He looked into her eyes. 'Rosie, I had a hell of a lot of fun with you last week. And yes, I'd love to shout from the rooftops what happened, but we've got to work together, and that's not fair. I also know what Sam is like, and as much as I love him to pieces, he'd be the last person I'd tell!'

It was clear that she still didn't fully trust him. 'I... want to believe you. I just... well. I don't want people knowing about what happened. I told you things that I've told anyone, you know.'

Adam nodded. 'I know. And that makes me a lucky guy. You have no idea how amazing it was for me to see that side of you. I don't want to betray that.'

She nodded. 'Sorry, I know I've been horrible to you. I thought that you'd told Sam everything.'

Phew. He'd managed to convince her. He tried to lighten the mood. 'You're forgiven. But not for Saturday morning, you grumpy little madam.'

She gave a little laugh at that. 'Yeah, I'm really not a morning person. Definitely not with a hangover!'

Adam grinned back at her. 'No shit. So, we're really ok now?'

She laughed again, still a little teary. 'Yeah, we're really ok now.'

It worked last time, so he figured he'd try his luck again. Though, with them both sober he knew it to be risky. 'Good. Because I've been dying to tell you that I thought Friday was incredible.'

She blushed, and Adam felt the colour in his own cheeks rising. At least he knew she agreed. She was still being coy however. 'Yeah. I'm glad you had fun.'

'What about you? Did you have fun?'

She slapped his knee. 'Stop embarrassing me!' She was smiling though.

Adam grinned back at her. 'That's a yes. I'll take that! Well, if you ever want another... um... chat, that could be fun.'

She didn't outright dismiss it, and Adam realised now that there was a chance that he might be able to engineer a repeat of Friday. She simply smirked at him. 'Easy tiger. We're at work.'

'You mean you don't have any kinky office based fantasies?'

She shook her head, looking exasperated, but she was laughing. 'When did you get so cheeky?'

Adam simply shrugged. 'Not sure. I don't see you complaining though.'

She arched an eyebrow at him. 'No, you see me working.'

He held his hands up defensively. She wasn't as playful as he'd hoped but he was still riding high on the wave of relief that he still 'had the girl,' so to speak. 'Ok, I'll grant you that it's not quite the same setting as Friday, but come on, everyone has work fantasies, right?'

She shrugged. 'Well, yes. But, you're not getting those out of me.'

Encouraged, he leaned forward. 'Why not!?'

She wouldn't quite meet his eyes and she'd gone a deeper shade of red. Wow, Rosie, being all awkward. Her could get used to this! 'Because. Well, the other night, that was just a generic thing. The situation, you know? Work stuff, that involves... people.'

Adam grinned. 'Scared I'll run and tell Eric that you want him to bend you over his desk?'

She rolled her eyes, but she laughed again. 'You're terrible! That's gross!'

'Ok, ok. I know what you mean. What's the issue though?'

She chose her words carefully. She was skirting around something, Adam was sure. 'Well you could tell people, if we ever... you know... fell out. I have to work with these people.'

Adam nodded earnestly. 'I could tell them about your other fantasies too though. What else?'

She sighed, hesitated. 'Ok. Don't be mad or upset or anything, but my work fantasies... What if some of them don't involve you?'

He took his time, before eventually responding. 'Rosie, I'd be flattered if they did, but let's be realistic, there are hotter guys than me in the office. I'd think you were nuts if all of your fantasies revolved around me. But, I can understand why you wouldn't want me to know about them. I'm not sure I want to hear what you want other guys I work with to do to you!'

She gave him that smile. 'Thanks. Maybe one day eh?'

Was there a hint of hope in that? He couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard it. What was more important was that she'd essentially told him that Friday wasn't a one off. He couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face.

She gave him a confused look. 'What are you grinning at? And go on, disappear. I need to finish this. Anyone would think you were hanging around for something.'

How far did he dare push this? One last try. He lowered his voice. 'Ok, you don't have to tell me the person involved, but have you never wondered what it would be like to have your pussy eaten at your desk?'

He knew he'd struck home as he saw her eyes close momentarily. She visibly composed herself, before telling him far too sternly. 'Adam, I really need to finish this.'

Grinning, he dropped to his knees, and started to crawl underneath her desk, looking up at her to say 'Don't mind me. You won't even know I'm here.'

She had that look in her eye, her breathing was getting deeper. He had her. She made no move to stop him as he crawled further, on his hands and knees in front of her legs. Friday was one thing, but this was completely something else. He was sober, for one, and he was about to taste Rosie! Actually taste her pussy. With his mouth!

She jumped slightly as he cupped a shapely calf in one hand, and he heard her gasp. Smiling to himself, he concentrated on the view ahead of him. Rosie's knees, with the hem of her green dress cascading down to just a couple of inches above. He said a silent prayer of thanks and then he slowly pulled her ankles apart. He mouthed a silent 'Holy fuck!' as her toned thighs slid gently apart. The colours were dimmer under the desk but there was no mistaking the black lacy knickers gradually easing their way into his view.

Even a week ago it would have been inconceivable that this would ever happen other than in his fantasies. Now, a delicate whimper from Rosie reached his ears as he planted a soft kiss on the inside of her knee. Her legs were so damned smooth! As he kissed his way up the inside of a thigh, she opened her legs wider for him, her breathing becoming gradually more tremulous. 

He then applied a firm kiss to her pussy through the material of the knickers. He had an excellent view now of the thin black lace covering her most intimate area. And the smell. Oh, the smell. He pushed his nose against her pussy and inhaled. The faint scent of her fabric softener mixed with the stronger aroma of her arousal. The heat coming off her was incredible!

Adam ran his hands up the outsides of Rosie's legs, pushing her dress up around her hips in the process, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and gently tugging. She duly lifted her bum up for him, and a moment later the thong was rolling down her thighs. He smiles to himself once again as he pulled it off her ankles and stuffed it into his pocket.

He grabbed her thighs and slid her closer to the edge of her chair. Her pussy was just perfect. Waxed smooth, puffy with arousal, glistening at him. He pushed his head deeper between her thighs and glanced up at her. She was looking back him, biting her lip her eyes almost pleading with him. To stop or to carry on, he couldn't tell, but there was no way he was stopping now. He leaned forward, giving her beckoning slit the lightest of kisses. He enjoyed the way she jumped, and whimpered quietly.

He then ran his tongue slowly up the folds of her pussy, from bottom to top. Her back arched in response as she let out a long breath. As he licked back down, he applied more pressure, opening her up slightly. He swallowed, tasting her. Just perfect. Another kiss, and then he plunged his tongue into her. He came away with his nose and chin covered in her pussy juice, and he was just fine with that.

He soon found Rosie's clitoris and softly swirled the very tip of his tongue around it. She began to tremble the way she had last Friday. He then looked up at her and pushed his tongue hard against her clit, trying not to laugh as he watched her stifle a moan.

He repeated this for the next couple of minutes, the hard thrusts of his tongue coming at random. Each one seemed to take Rosie incrementally and agonisingly closer to orgasm. He soon had her right on the edge. She was writhing on her chair, chest pushed forward, her hand gripping his hair, trying to push him into her sex. Before long, she was hissing down at him 'Do it! Fuck! Do it now!'

He didn't oblige immediately, keeping her right there, and then he thrust his tongue over her clit. Once, twice, three times, four. She couldn't hold in the moan as her pussy spasmed on Adam's tongue. Adam had to do his best not to laugh as he heard Eric call over to see if Rosie was ok. She ground out a forced 'Uh huh' as she continued to come right there at her desk.

He wanted to get up and kiss her as her orgasm subsided, but he knew it was to risky with Eric still there. He slid out from under her desk and back into the chair he was in before. She made no effort to move or cover herself up, instead sitting slumped in her chair, dress around her waist, legs open, face flushed. Adam sat there, grinning back at her, his cock straining at his trousers. Rosie moved to touch it and he grabbed her hand. 'No. This is all about you. But you owe me one.'

She smiled back at him, still somewhat breathless, and to Adam's huge delight, she nodded. 'It's a deal.'



The Awakening of Rosie Ch. 03



Adam wasn't sure if he was actually the luckiest guy in the world right at that moment, but he certainly felt as though he might be. After the previous night's events late in the office he was walking on air. Rosie had even text him later that evening to inform him that she thought the whole thing was 'awesome'.

The following day was Friday once again, and the first time Rosie walked past his desk she gave him the most suggestive of smiles. He felt himself becoming aroused right there at his desk. A minute later his phone buzzed. It was Rosie. 'A pink thong, since you're dying to know.'

Adam's grin grew wider as he quickly typed back. 'That's me not standing up for five minutes!!' He sat there for most of the morning remembering the previous evening and speculating on the finer details of Rosie's pink thong, feeding his ego with the fact that she was very probably wet inside it.

He got very little work done that day. He was desperate to tell someone about Rosie but he knew it would blow his chances with her. He very nearly gave the game away when Sam asked him what he was looking so happy about. He played it down, saying that there was a girl involved but Sam didn't know her. Of course, he wanted details, so Adam made up a story about a girl he'd met online called Gemma, that he went on a date with her last night and it went pretty well. That seemed to satisfy Sam. Job done.

Adam was soon faced with something of a conundrum however. The weekend was imminent. There had been no mention of drinks with the work gang that evening and Adam was desperate for a repeat performance of last Friday. He considered asking Rosie what her plans for the weekend were, but became tentative at the prospect. Although he'd had two incredible encounters with her, they had revolved purely around sex. He wasn't sure about what would essentially amount to asking her on a date. He felt like he got along with her well enough, but spending time with her in a dating context was suddenly extremely daunting. But, she was keen, wasn't she? They had been exchanging emails on and off all day. Things seemed unnervingly good.

He typed the email out almost a dozen times, before eventually deciding short and sweet would be the way forward. 'What are you up to this weekend?' he typed out and quickly hit send. To his relief, the reply sprung up on his screen within a minute. 'Going for a meal with my sister tonight then catching up with a few friends tomorrow.'

Typical Rosie. No hint whatsoever that she might like to spend some time with him. It would seem a bit strange asking to spend Sunday with her, but he admitted that he wouldn't mind being invited to join Rosie and her friends on Saturday. There was no way he was going to invite himself though. There was only one option left to him. He hastily replied.

'Cool. Well, sounds like you're busy this weekend. Would be good if we could do something together sometime. What do you reckon?'

He hit send. There. It was out there. This time, the reply was longer in coming. He glanced over in Rosie's direction a couple of times. Maybe he'd got the wrong end of the stick. It certainly wouldn't be the first time with Rosie! The butterflies rose of their own accord, churning up his insides. Half an hour passed and he figured something was seriously wrong. That was all but confirmed when Rosie scooted out of the door without even glancing in his direction. He wanted to be able to play her at her own game, but he knew it simply wasn't in him.

Adam left the office that evening and decided to drown his sorrows, in his own manner. He put a film on and lay on the couch with a beer within easy reach. A second beer followed, and a third and a fourth. It was almost 10pm when his phone buzzed. Rosie. Of course, who else would it be, he drily thought to himself. He squinted at the phone to read the message. 'Sorry, had to run earlier. Will talk to you soon.'

Adam wanted to scream. That could mean anything! He knew better than to reply. He wanted to type something angry and something loving back to her in equal amounts. He'd had little enough beer to be aware that replying was a bad idea, but he pushed his phone to the other side of the room just in case.

Saturday arrived and passed without incident. Adam had decided to keep himself busy by playing and then watching football. He'd thought of Rosie a lot, of course, but he'd at least managed to take his mind off her at least temporarily. The evening was soon upon him and he decided to accept an invitation to go for a few drinks with some friends. They picked up on him being uncharacteristically quiet and he laughed it off, blaming the bad result at football.

He couldn't stop thinking about Rosie. She was out with her friends, somewhere. Probably looking a million dollars and attracting the attention of god knows how many men, all of them better looking than he, no doubt. His mind kept wandering to the prospect of someone else doing what he'd done to her. He sporadically told himself that he was being irrational, for all the good it did. By the time he took himself home, he was thoroughly depressed with the whole thing, wishing that he didn't care about her so much.

The following day, he received another message from the object of his affections. 'U ignoring me? Soooo hungover!!'

Once again, relief flooded through Adam. She hadn't cast him aside yet! He replied immediately. 'Maybe I should ignore you! You were horrible to me last time you were hungover!'

And so the back and forth began, as she replied. 'Yeah well I made it up to you since!'

'Pretty sure I was the one doing all the work.'

'Well I tried to stop you!'

'Not for long ;-)'

The playful texts continued, until he finally plucked up the courage. He hadn't wanted to really spend Sunday with her. It was always a nothing sort of day, but she seemed keen, and he was desperate to see her, so he eventually asked. 'Are you free today? Want to do something?'

Typically, the reply took a while to come. Adam was sure he was never going to get used to that! Reply she did though, and soon enough he was on a bus into the city to meet Rosie for a coffee. He was early, and started to feel awkward, checking his watch as her lateness escalated to ten minutes.

It was worth the wait. She turned up in a yellow summer dress with blue flowers on it, and heeled sandals. It was quickly apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra. He almost melted when her eyes met his and she smiled at him. She sat at the table next to him and giggled. 'Hey! I'm up here!'

Adam gave her a rueful grin. He'd been staring at her legs, like pretty much everyone else in the coffee shop. 'Well, I have to say, you don't look hungover,' he told her, and she had the good grace to look abashed.

She smirked at him. 'I knew you'd like this dress. Do you ever not act like a pervert?' It was all good natured, he knew. He wondered if he was close to making this delicious creature his girlfriend. A thought quickly pushed away. He knew she was complicated.

Instead, he put on a cocky smile. 'I think you like me being a pervert. Besides, you're no angel.'

That got a smile that was naughty and nice in equal portions. She didn't reply though, as the waitress had arrived at their table to take their order. That was the signal for some small talk to begin. They swapped stories of their weekends. Adam left out the parts where he was acting like a desperate fool, whilst Rosie told him all about her adventures. Thankfully, she told him enough to make it perfectly clear that there were no guys involved. Adam was once again up in the clouds on what was quickly becoming a roller coaster ride.

'... and now I'm here with you,' she finished up, giving him a cute smile over her coffee cup.

Adam wasn't sure how to respond to that. He wanted to know what her motivation was for meeting him. 'Yeah. Bit weird, meeting up outside of a work thing, isn't it?'

She gave him an incredulous laugh. 'Well, that's just lovely!'

He couldn't help but laugh back. 'No, no! I mean. You know what I mean. Good weird.'

'Yes I know what you mean. It could be worse I suppose.'

There was a bit of a pause, and Adam decided to bite the bullet. 'Soooo. I guess it was always going to be me that asked the question, but what exactly is it that we're doing here?'

Rosie gazed into her coffee cup for an awful long time. Then she met his eyes. 'I'm not sure. This is fun. A lot of fun. What ever 'this' is. I just want to concentrate on having fun. I like you. Both as a friend, and in... the other way. I don't really want to think about anything more serious than that for now. Sorry, I know that doesn't help much.'

Adam nodded as she finished. 'Well, thanks for your honesty. I'll do you the courtesy of the same. This might be a shock, but... I fancy the bloody arse off you!' That, at least, got a giggle. 'On a serious note though, I know what you mean. This is all a bit strange for me too, and the last thing I want to do is scare you off. So, let's agree that this is just some fun, for now, and see what happens.'

She seemed to lighten up at that. 'Thanks. I don't want to mess you around. I know what I'm like!'

No you don't, thought Adam. 'Don't worry about it. I won't mess you around either. Of course.' She giggled again. She was well aware that she was the more precious commodity here. He would have to do his best to hang on, and desperation clearly wasn't a good look in her eyes. It was a case of so far so good though. He smiled, to himself really, at the realisation that he was officially 'fucking' Rosie. Even that prospect was unthinkable merely ten days ago.

'One last thing,' she added. 'Can we keep this between us? I can't be doing with the inquest.' Adam nodded and agreed, though the insecure side of him wondered if she was a little embarrassed of him. He knew that it would raise eyebrows if it was announced they were together in any sort of context. Fair enough, a small price to pay.

He rubbed the top of her hand with his. 'Ok, enough of the heavy stuff! We're all good on that front!'

She smiled, shaking her head. 'I still can't believe what I've gotten into here. I'm not complaining. I... well, I can't stop thinking about it. It's so exciting! Everywhere I go now, I just think of various connotations. It's actually quite surreal.'

Adam knew he was wearing a huge grin, and she slapped his leg playfully. 'Welcome to my world,' he told her. 'I like that this has happened to you. And that I'm the one who brought it out of you. Tell me one that you've been thinking about this weekend.'

They had almost involuntarily leaned closer to one another, and they were talking barely above a whisper. 'I feel like the pressure is on now, after my revelation last weekend! I assure you they're not all like that!'

Adam grinned. 'I'd be amazed if they were!' Then, he added in a low whisper as his eyes burned into hers. 'Open your legs as you tell me.'

She looked around the shop, realising that only Adam would be able to see. She smiled at him and slowly opened her thighs just enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing knickers. Adam's mouth fell open as the very top of her perfect slit came into view. She laughed at his reaction, and he shifted a little to show her the effect she'd had on his cock, which was straining at his shorts. She nodded approvingly.

She started to blush as she prepared to divulge her secret. God, she looked so perfect when she blushed. Adam didn't know whether to concentrate on her face or her crotch as she glanced around and began in a low whisper. 'Ok, don't laugh at me, but... on the way over I walked past these two policemen. Stop laughing!' She slapped his knee playfully again before continuing. 'Anyway! I saw their handcuffs, and I thought about how hot it would be to be tied up and blindfolded, and teased. For like, hours.'

Adam closed his eyes as she finished, imaging the scene. He heard her little laugh, knowing that she'd had the desired effect on his cock in his shorts. He opened his eyes, smirking at her. 'By me, I assume, and not the policemen!'

She gave him the naughtiest, teasing smile. 'Ooooh, I hadn't thought about that.' Then, seeing that Adam's face had dropped, she quickly laid a hand on his knee. 'Yes, by you, silly! Relax!'

He tried to follow her advice, taking a deep breath. 'Well, I can assure you the whole thing can be arranged.'

'When?!' she snapped back almost immediately. Wow.

Adam smiled. 'Someone's feeling a little frisky, aren't they?'

She nodded hurriedly in response, the words gushing from her perfect mouth. 'I've been desperately trying not to touch myself all weekend, letting it all build up, you know? I'm going to burst if I don't get some action very soon!'

He put his hand on her knee, and she jumped with excitement. Oh, this was going to be good. 'Go back to your place. I'll be along shortly. I just need to make a stop along the way.' She looked at him, confused for a second, then it dawned on her. She kissed him on the cheek, told him to hurry, then scooted off back to her place.

Ten minutes later, Adam was in a local sex shop gazing in wonder at some of the things on display. He had no idea what half of them did, but after an awkward conversation with the annoyingly attractive store attendant, he had a bag full of things to tease Rosie with. A bag that he had to carry is a strategic position all the way back to her place, given his cock simply would not go down. Rosie answered the door, looked down and saw the bag. A huge grin spread across her face and she practically dragged him to the bedroom. She actually pushed him against the wall and pounced at him. It took everything he had, but he put a hand up in time and pushed her away. 'Now now. You'll get a kiss when I say so.' She gave him a frustrated moan, but she quickly realised what the game was and she flopped down on the bed.

He reached into the bag. 'First things first I think.' He pulled out a specially designed black blindfold, that had flaps attached to it so no light would get in. She'd be totally blind. He looked at her and smiled. She was practically wriggling on the bed in excitement by now. He wrapped the blindfold around her head and adjusted it. 'Can you see anything?' A shake of the head in answer. Good. He pulled her up to her feet and slipped the dress from her shoulders. Sitting her down, he pulled her sandals from her feet. Her chest heaved now that she was naked as her breath quickened.

Adam then guided her into position on the bed. He rolled her onto her front, wordlessly attaching one end of a padded handcuff around her right wrist, then the other end to the headboard of her bed. He repeated this with the left, and she whispered 'I thought you'd want me on my back.' Adam just laughed in reply.

He heard her gasp as he attached a similar cuff around her ankle. He went on with a satisfied smile. Her bed didn't have posts at this end, so he had to adjust the strapping, which took longer than he thought it would as he fumbled with it, but he eventually managed to stretch it over the end of the bed and attach it to the leg of the bed. The second ankle attachment was quicker now that he knew the trick.

Pacing around the bed, admiring his work, and Rosie's lithe figure, he knelt by the bed. She had a rough idea of where he was, but that was all. 'There you go. Tied up, just the way you wanted. And now, I can do whatever the fuck I like to you.' She nodded in frenzied agreement and he stood, watching her swallow as she heard the sounds of him undressing. Naked now himself, he knelt on the bed next to her, and wiped the pre-cum oozing from his dick across her top lip. She hungrily licked it all off, moaning. He then walked around the bed a few times, just looking at her. She really was a fine creature. He could scarcely believe this. She had actually asked him to do this to her!

He reached down into his discarded shorts and pulled out his phone. 'Perhaps... a picture as a souvenir before we start,' he ventured, somewhat hopefully. Rosie's mouth opened in protest and she shook at her bonds a little. 'No!' she gasped, all the usual things about sending it to his friends obviously running through her mind. He sat on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. He leaned down and kissed her ear, then whispered into it. 'Trust me. I won't put your face in it, and I won't share it. Unless you want me to of course.' She gave a slight nod and he moved down between her legs, taking several pictures of her glistening pussy.

'What do you mean, unless I want you to?' she asked in a timid voice. He'd never thought to see her quite so vulnerable.

Adam laughed. 'It was a joke, about putting it on the internet or something.'

He watched in growing shock as she bit her lip, considering it. 'You mean anonymously? On a sex site, that kind of thing?'

Adam shrugged in response, vaguely wondering why he bothered, as no-one could see him! 'Well yeah. I guess.'

'Well... if my face isn't in it, and it really is anonymous. It could be fun.'

His mouth dropped open. What a week this was. He kept finding new ways in which he thought he'd hit the jackpot, only for it to be smashed out of the water the following day, or even the following hour! He nodded and sat on the bed, talking her through the process. Eventually, he got it to work. 'There, your pussy is officially on the internet, under the heading of 'Tell me what you'd like to do to this, boys and girls'.'

She gasped, laughing a bit. 'And girls?! You bloody perv!'

He just leaned in and kissed her, recoiling as she bit down on his lip. 'I'll let you read the responses later if you're good.' As he looked at her there, in close quarters, he maligned the overwhelming desire he had to tell her that he loved her. To distract himself, he stood and reached into the bag, unwrapping a prosthetic ball with rubber dimples spread across the surface. He lay down between her splayed legs, moving his face ever closer to her pussy. God he wanted to shove his tongue right up into it! It took all his will power not to. He could smell her.

She jumped once again as he touched her, skin on skin. It was unavoidable making contact with her inner thighs as he pushed the ball up into her pussy slowly. He watched closely as her lips spread around it before seeming to suck it inwards. Now, there was simply a plastic cord visible dangling from her pussy. He pushed away the image of a tampon, instead focussing in on the satisfied groan that emanated from Rosie. She was trembling slightly as she hissed 'What IS that?!'

Now it was time to see if this worked. He made a show of making sure his footsteps were audible. If that wasn't enough, the door creaking open did it. Rosie's head whipped in his direction. 'Where are you go... oh fuck!' Adam smiled. It worked all right! He watched her mouth open, watched her try to squeeze her legs together as the pleasure became too much for her. He pressed the button on the remote control again and she went limp on the bed, sucking in air, forcing out the words 'You fucker!' Adam laughed and exited the bedroom.

Over the next thirty minutes, Adam sat on Rosie's sofa, with a little remote control in his hand, sporadically flicking it on and off. He was always careful to gauge the reaction coming from the room. He didn't want to make her cum. He thought he'd gone too far when he heard her yell 'Get in here and fuck me NOW you little cunt!' As a punishment, he didn't press the button again for fifteen minutes, until a resigned groan of 'Press it again. Please,' came from the bedroom. Poor girl.

Going back in to the bedroom, he slowly pulled the ball out from her pussy, watching in wonder as sticky tendrils of her juices trailed behind. He brought the ball up to her face, pushing it gently against her mouth. She quickly realised what it was, giving a wry laugh. 'Oh you'd just love that wouldn't you?' Adam didn't reply, and her mouth opened. She made a show of sucking the ball clean as noisily as she could, leaving Adam to speculate wildly about what she might do to his cock.




The Awakening of Rosie Ch. 03



From there, Adam stood. He was still naked, and his cock was still hard. He plunged his arm back into the bag from the sex shop, this time pulling out a bottle of fragrant massage oil. He knelt in between Rosie legs, applying the oil to his hands. Her head was roaming from side to side, trying to acquire a sense of what was happening. He then leaned forward, rubbing the oil gently into her back, before he started to knead the muscles. She sunk down into the bed, relaxing with a sigh. 'Wow, I'm a lucky girl.' Not as lucky as me.

Adam continued on methodically. Soon, Rosie's back was glistening with oil in the dim light. He worked up and down her flanks, drawing a gasp from her as he reached underneath her to brush her nipples.He then worked her legs. Adam had decided a long time before this encounter that Rosie's legs were her best feature. He hadn't seen her pussy back then however. As he massaged her bronzed calves, he spent a good time staring up at her pussy and her ass, wondering whether either of them was worthy of usurping her legs as his favourite feature.

She'd gone quiet, so Adam gave her bum a little smack. 'Hey, don't you fall asleep on me. I'm far from finished with you yet!' She gave a groggy laugh and so Adam applied more oil to his hands and began to knead her ass cheeks firmly. He was rewarded by soft moans. He looked down, transfixed. As he made circles with his hands, he pulled her cheeks apart, brining her puckered hole into view. He almost salivated as he watched it stretch slightly before disappearing from view again, and so on.

He thought back to that magical night at the club. She'd admitted then that she'd been open to her ass being taken. Adam really wanted to be the guy that took it. He extended fingertips slowly out, experimentally brushing over her asshole with them. He saw the smirk on her face, as she questioned blindly 'And just what do you think you're doing?'

Adam still wasn't totally comfortable with being dominant with this woman, and he hesitated for a couple of seconds before swallowing and replying. 'I think you'll find you're the one tied up young lady. So the answer is... whatever the hell I want.' She simply smiled, flinching a little as Adam's digit entered her bum. This was followed by a long low moan though, and Adam thought he even felt her push back against his hand.

Adam slowly fingered her ass, after a while inserting another oiled digit in alongside the first. That brought a whimper of pain, but she made no move to tell him to stop. Wow, was he really doing this? To Rosie? He removed his fingers slowly and the temptation was too great. As he observed her slightly stretched hole he brought the fingers up to his nose and inhaled. He felt so dirty, but in the very best of ways. There was only one thing remaining now. He applied oil to his throbbing member and climbed atop her from behind. She knew what was coming, her lip bitten in anticipation.

Adam had never done this before, and he was sure the same was true of Rosie. He daren't admit his inexperience to her though, so he concentrated on lining his cock up against her hole. He pressed it against her and she jumped a little, whispering 'be gentle.' He nodded, not that she could see him, and pressed gently, applying ever more pressure. Her face twisted in pain and she had a white knuckle grip on her bonds. She wouldn't say stop though, and eventually Adam felt her ass give, the head of his cock popping in.

He groaned, looking down to see the tip of his cock buried in Rosie's heavenly ass. He couldn't help a self-congratulatory grin spreading onto his face. He gave her a moment to adjust, and then pushed again. He could tell this was hurting her, but it was also obvious that she wanted it. He felt himself sink a little deeper and she screamed, half pleasure half pain, sucking in shallow breaths.

Everything was a bit of a blur at that moment. He didn't want to hurt her, but he really wanted to fuck her ass. He took a calming breath... patience was the way with this. He eased in and out, slowly. She seemed to like that, as there was no further stretching taking place, and she began to moan. Eventually, she began to push back against him. That was his signal to work his member a little deeper.

Her face screwed up every time he went a little deeper, but there was more pleasure than pain in the noises coming from her now. They had worked up a nice rhythm between them. Her ass was super tight but he managed to slide in and out well enough. He was moaning and groaning along with her now, both of them in the proverbial throes of passion. Adam knew he was close. He considered announcing that he was about to blow his load into her ass. Instead, a smirk crossed his lips and he clenched his jaw. A moan escaped regardless though, as he felt his cock pulse. After today's events, he knew there would be a lot of cum.

Rosie's head snapped around. 'Are you? Fuck... rub my clit, I want to cum with you!'

Adam considered denying her, but he reached down between his legs, and hers, finding her clit. His brows rose as he touched. Wow, she was super wet! She was also like a coiled spring, because no sooner had he started to circle her engorged clit, she shuddered. A groan ripped from her throat, rising to a scream. 'Yes! Fuck fuck fuck yes!'

Adam new his orgasm was going on for much longer than usual, but so was Rosie's! Eventually she slumped into the bead, sweating, breathing hard with a satisfied smile. Adam collapsed on top of her, lying there for a couple of minutes, neither of them saying anything. He then slid his cock out of her ass with a squelch. Brown tinged cum started to leak from it. He stood, grabbing his phone, and dared to take a picture of Rosie's used leaking ass. 

Shaking his head in wonder at what had just occurred, he started to untie the bonds at her ankles. She laughed as he did so. 'So soon?'

'I might put them back on you later if you misbehave.'

'Quite the offer.'

Adam laughed, undoing the rest of the bonds. He noted how even with her hands free, she waited for him to remove the blindfold. He then lay on the bed next to her, and looked into her eyes, realising how much he'd missed them. She kissed him deeply, whispering 'Adam... that was amazing.' As they looked at one another, her wrapped around him, Adam was again compelled to tell her that he loved her. Lying in bed together, in such an embrace. She was acting just like his girlfriend! He refrained from sending those three little words her way though, almost certain that he would scare her away.

He woke a couple of hours later to find Rosie still wrapped around him, breathing softly against his chest. He watched her sleeping, not daring to move and disturb her, admitting that he was indeed hopelessly in love with this woman. All he had to do now was convince her to reciprocate. Easy, right?



The Awakening of Rosie



She had a white knuckle grip on the ledge of the window in front of her as she backed into him harder. 'Oh wow, I'd love that. I wouldn't want my bum to feel left out though. Would you give that a lick too?'

He planted a soft kiss on her neck. 'Damn right I would. My tongue would be really deep inside. Your asshole would be all wet and slippery.'

She reached back and grabbed his dick through his jeans, giving it a rough squeeze. 'I bet you'd be able to slide this right up there.'

He laughed. 'I bet you'd be right.' He then slid his hand down the front of her knickers. Her mound was waxed smooth. Moments later, his fingers were soaked with her sticky pussy juice. He told himself that this wasn't a dream, that it was really happening, and he slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. 'But I'd want this first. I'd fuck you in front of all those people.'

She let out a whimper, trembling even more, and she grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip. Through gritted teeth, she gasped 'Don't touch my clit. I don't want to cum yet.'

Adam had the perfect remedy. He slowly slid his finger out of her pussy, reaching further down and he slowly pushed it into her tight asshole. He held her tight as he slowly finger fucked her bum. 'Your ultimate fantasy. In this room. Tell me.'

There was absolutely no hesitation from her, as she quickly launched into it. 'Being in there, legs open. Anyone can come in and have me. Like... fifty guys, all just coming in and using me however they want. All coming in me.'

Adam could scarcely believe his ears. Was this really the same girl? Given the mood, he let slip one of his own fantasies. 'I'd love to come in and lick you clean afterwards.'

She moved off Adam's finger and spun, kissing him hard. Her mouth was almost as hot and as wet as her pussy. As she broke the kiss, she almost growled at him 'Take me home and fuck me. Now.'

The pair of them basically sprinted their way back to Rosie's flat. She was shaking with anticipation, which made getting her key in the door trickier than it otherwise would have been. Once inside, she dragged Adam to the bedroom, and clothes started dropping to the floor at an alarming rate. She was soon naked, her perfect chest heaving. Giving him a quizzical look, she said 'Well, what are you waiting for?'

Adam's eyes didn't know where to look. Here was this perfect specimen, stood completely naked before him, practically begging him to fuck her. He'd often imagined, and fantasised about, what she might look like under those pencil skirts and tight blouses. The reality was even better. He covered for himself by smiling at her, telling her 'I'm a guy. I like to look.'

She liked that, he could tell, as she gave him a naughty smile and stepped over to the bed, sitting down slowly. She gave him a much too sweet smile before she slowly parted her legs, displaying her glistening sex for him to enjoy. He did his best to burn the image into his memory before he climbed atop her, kissing her swollen nipples roughly. 

She writhed underneath him, moaning. She was ready though, gasping 'Oh fuck, put it in me. I need it in me now!'

Adam didn't hesitate, not even thinking about a condom as he slipped inside her. Her wetness engulfed him and he let out a low moan. Rosie was holding on to his hips for dear life as he entered her. Her eyes were clenched closed as she gritted her teeth. Adam gave her a couple of slow thrusts, which brought a long moan out of her. Two more, harder ones, and she exploded, her pussy clamping down on Adam's cock. He saw that as the sign to go for it, and his hips bucked faster and faster. Rosie's orgasm hadn't finished by the time his started, squirting thick ropes of cum deep into her. The look she gave him as he did so told him that she liked that she was being filled up.

The sex had lasted no more than thirty seconds. As he lay on top of her, both of them breathing hard, she smiled and whispered in his ear. 'Best. Sex. Ever.'