The Eternal Bloom on Rose

I was quite saddened by the sudden loss of one of my former co-workers. Rosemary Trinks was dead at the young age of 56.

If Venus were ever put on earth, she would have looked like Rosie. Soft black hair that lay on her shoulders. Black Pearl eyes that glittered when she was happy, but smoldered like coal fires when she was mad.

She had an almost perfect shape. A good set of 36C breasts that moved down to a nice waist that you could wrap your arms around. After two kids her hips were got a bit wider but not by much. Her shapely legs always had me staring when she was in a dress.

She was a bit on the prudish side when she dressed. She sometimes when she crossed her legs I would admire them

Tis a good reflection when I look back at sweet Rose. Her and I shared a secret that I can now reveal.

We were on one of those useless business meetings in Vegas. Others in our group had decided to spend a night gambling and getting drunk. Rose begged off as I did as well. We the teetotalers in the group sort of speak.

I asked her if she wouldn't mind some company for dinner. At first she didn't want to accept but once her girlfriend said I was harmless she accepted. I told her I would meet her in the lobby at 7. It worked out fine as she could call home and talk to her kids before their bedtime.

I felt like a bit of a fool standing in the lobby of Marriott, here it was quarter after seven and no Rose. I thought I had been stood up for room service and a good book.

"Mike!" I heard her say behind. "Sorry I am late, the kids didn't want to get off the phone."

I told her I understood and asked how Howard Jr. and Kathy were. She said they were fine and that big Howard missed her. She looked a little forlorn as she said it.

"Rosie, it's okay its just a couple of more days then we go back to Connecticut. But let's go and have a nice dinner and some chat"

We were quickly seated in the restaurant. Our server asked if we wanted drink before dinner. I was sort of shocked when Rose said she wanted a rum and coke. I almost declined but rose said

"Mike, you said yourself lets relax a little"

So I got myself a seven and seven

We looked over the menu and I decided on the chicken marsala Rose had a hard time deciding so I went first when Bob our waiter came back with our drinks.

"I will have what he is having." She pointed her chin in my direction.

"Very Good!" Bob said, " I will be back with your salads in a little bit." As he walked away.

We held our glasses up and toasted to life

After a few sips of her rum and coke, she started to open up to me. How she liked her job, loved her kids to death and how Howie was a workaholic.

Our meals where brought and we cleaned our plates.

"Guess it's from all that walking we did today. " I said

"Guess so." She replied

After we split the check we left the restaurant and we decided that a walk would help digest the meal better. When we came back from out walk we passed by the bar. Music was wafting outside and Rose started to sway to the music.

"I just love dancing to that song." She said

"Want to go inside?" I asked

" Oh Mike, I haven't danced in years, Howie has two left feet. He gets so embarrassed,"

"Well he isn't here and why deny yourself one simple dance?"

Her head turned to the side a little as if she was debating it.

"Why not!"

So we went inside and got on the dance floor. It was a swing tune, so we had to hop around a lot. The song came to it's close and we headed to the bar.

"Not sure about you but I need a tall one," I said to Rose

"Sure but my treat Mike."

So we both got a bottle of Bud Line and slugged it down. The band finished it's slow song and got the room hopping with another moving number.

Rose grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the dance floor. I could see by the sparkle in her black pearl eyes she was having fun. We spent the better part of the night sipping bud's and dancing. At some point in the early morning hours Rose was starting to stagger and I knew she had, had enough to drink.

I took her outside and hailed us a cab back to the hotel. I looked around for one of our female co-workers but there was none to be found. Still out on their gambling spree I guess.

So I got her on the elevator and found her swipe card in one purse. I swiped the card and the light turned green. I swing the door open and lay her on the bed. I put her purse on the nightstand. I removed her shoes. I got a blanket from the dresser and put it over her sleeping beauty body.

Since I was a bit tipsy, I moved closer and kissed her softly on the cheek.

She stirred a little and kicked off the blanket. She squirmed on the bed and left her hand slide under her black knee length dress.

I stood silent for a moment, intrigued.

She moaned out "Howie!" as her hand rubber her pussy.

"Howie come here and make love to me, Howie"

I started to leave but she called Howie's name again

"I need you Howie, it's been months since we made love"

She moved over on the king sized bed and patted the empty side.

I lay down next to her; I figured I would lay with her till she fell asleep. Her hand moved over and rubbed my cock through my pants.

I put my hand over her hand and she started to cry.

"Why won't you make love to me Howie, am I that ugly?"

I whispered, "No Rosemary, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me."

She cried more now. I leaned into her and hugged her tight. I kissed her pretty porcelain face. She took my hand and pulled it under her skirt. I could feel her wetness soaking her panties.

"In for a penny, in for pound." I thought to myself.

My fingers slide past the cotton barrier and slide inside her moist pussy. She moaned, "Oohoo Howie, yes feels so nice."

My free hand moved down grabbed a hold of her cloth-covered tits. I moved over and pulled her into me so that I could unzip the black dress. She helped by letting it slide of her body. I started to kiss her neck and worked my way down, slipping off her bra straps and freeing her white globes. Her nipples were erect and reminded me of large Hershey kisses. As I sucked one in my mouth, she started humping my two fingers harder.

"I need you." She moaned

"Need me for what Rosemary?"

"I need you inside me Howie"

"Say the F word Rosemary, you know you can." I teased her pussy with three fingers now.

"I can't say it, you know I will go to hell if I say it."

I slide my fingers out of her dripping pussy and stopping sucking her tits.

"Why did you stop?" She asked.

"Because you didn't say the word." Say it and I will start again."

I flicked a finger over her clit, and she shivered.

"Fu, Fu ck me Howie please"

I pulled off my pants and boxers and slide my hard cock inside her deep. She moaned as drove it to the hilt.

"Oh yes Howie, it turns you on when I saw fuck?" She said

"MMM yes Rosemary"

"Then fuck me to death fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me with your cock" She giggled as she said penis. It was like a weight had been lifter from her sexy shoulders. The words she used could make a navy man blush.

I pounded her pussy; like it was the last piece of ass I was going get.

She drove her hips up into me. This was one suppressed bitch for sure. It wasn't long before we were both coming for each other. I pulled out and squirted my load on her stomach. Then I made sure she was finished, by driving my tongue deep inside her pussy.

Once she was done, moved up and kissed her. It wasn't too much longer and we fell asleep.

"ROSEMARY?"

Someone called as they knocked on the door. Rosemary groaned next to me and held her head. Not sure what to do I grabbed my clothes and hide the shower,

I heard Rosemary head toward the door.

"Oh hi Marie, I guess I had a little to much to drink last night."

"I guess so Rosemary you look terrible." Marie said

"What time is it?" Rosemary asked

"It's half past eight, we have a meeting at 10, get yourself together girlfriend.

I heard the door open and shut. Then I heard Rosemary groan as she came into the bathroom.

"Oh Marie was right I do look like terrible, but mmm what a nice dream about Howie. MMM MMM "

I heard her fingering her wetness and pulled the shower curtain open just a little and sure enough there she was fingering her bushy pussy.

She gasped as she opened her eyes and saw me there.

"How did you?" She stopped in mid-sentence. "How dare you take advantage of me in that state!"

I cut her off quickly still shirtless in the shower. "Rosemary maybe you don't remember but you were the one who was grabbing at my cock last night." And you wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I DID NOT TOUCH YOUR COC, PENIS." She screamed

"Oh and I suppose I was the one who said "Fuck me with you cock?"

She hung her head in shame and holding her head from the hangover.

"I guess we did, didn't we Mike?" " I feel so ashamed I have never even kissed another man then Howie."

I took her hand and held it.

"Rose, we were both drunk and we did something we shouldn't have done. Think of it as two friends comforting each other."

"How can I face Howie?"

"Sometimes little secrets are good for a relationship Rose and last night is our secret."

So we made a pact right then and there to never tell anyone about our little drunken tryst.

When it came my time to be laid off, she got me alone in her office.

"Mike, if you could do our Vegas night again would you change any of it?" She asked

"Not one second Rose." You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen"

She walked toward me and gave me a peek on the cheek.

"Thank You Mike."

I finished packing my personal items and remembered the good times.