The Morning Routine

"Morning, Ria"

"Er, morning..."

The tables have by now almost completely turned in your relationship with your hot colleague. Suddenly it is Ria who seems awkward, bashful and distracted around you. She turns her body away from your eyesight, her hands now placed strategically in front of her crotch, resulting in a posture that doesn't look at all elegant or natural as she moves. That is not her primary concern though - she is focused on ensuring you can't see the shameful evidence that she was masturbating in her sleep while lying next to you. You briefly wonder how she would react if you let Ria know you were aware of every tiny detail of the supposedly private sexual fantasy that placed her into such a compromising and messy predicament. You aren't that cruel though.

She climbs out of bed, pulls her shorts and t-shirt off, still with her back to you, and walks naked to the en suite bathroom, dropping her night clothes subtly into the laundry basket en route.

Once she is safely inside you hear the lock click shut, followed by the sound of running water. You have never slept over at Ria's before, but doubt she would be brisk in the bathroom even if she wasn't covered in her own bodily fluids, and realise you probably aren't getting in there in time to have a shower of your own before you will need to set off for work. However, there is a communal bathroom just down the hallway that you can hopefully sneak into instead. Still dressed in only your t-shirt and boxers, and with the hope that there will be a towel in there you can borrow, you make your way towards the location of the other bathing facility.

You arrive there at the same time as Hannah, Ria's gorgeous roommate, who was heading to the same place from the opposite direction.

It seems she had the same plan too, judging by the fact she is wearing nothing but a towel. Apparently her room doesn't have its own en suite like Ria's does. Well, this is her place and she is the one paying rent, so clearly she gets first dibs. There really is no debate to be had here.

"Morning, Shane. Great minds think alike, eh?" she quips.

From what you remember, you were getting on very well with Hannah in the bar yesterday before your evening became entirely Ria dominated. First impressions had been that she was smart, friendly and easy to talk to. At least it looked like she wasn't going to make this awkward.

"Sorry, I figured you might have an en suite. You go ahead of me, obviously. I can shower at the office" you tell her, trying not to be completely distracted by the fact that her towel is the only thing covering lovely, sexy Hannah's otherwise totally naked body.

"Ria nabbed the only room with an en suite before I had any chance to claim it, which is fairly typical of her" Hannah giggled "It's fine though, you go first. I can start late today. Since my first viewing isn't until after ten, I may as well go straight there"

"Are you sure? That would be amazing if you really don't mind?"

"It's no problem, honestly. There should be a spare towel on the rail in there I think. I'd offer you mine, but.."

She gestures down to indicate the very obvious fact that, if she gave you her towel, she would be rendered fully nude just a couple of feet from you. Did she really have to put that thought in your mind? You were having a hard enough time not picturing her naked as it was, and the boxers you are wearing aren't doing a great job of hiding your growing erection.

"Just give me a knock to let me know when you are done, okay?"

You nod appreciatively at her and slip into the bathroom as fast as you can. You quickly establish that there are literally no towels in there. Fuck!

You walk to Hannah's room and knock on the door to let her know your attempt at a shower is already over.

"That was quick!" she jokes as she opens it, still just adorned in her towel "Nothing in there for you, huh?"

"No, you may as well just go and take your shower now"

"I bet Ria is hording all of the towels again" Hannah speculates "But knowing her she'll be locked in her en suite until about two minutes before you guys have to leave"

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't meant to be" you shrug "Like I say, there is a shower in my office building. I mean, it tends not to have much in the way of hot water but it does the job"

"Oh God, that sounds awful! You'll make yourself ill" Hannah frets "Hang on a sec"

She steps back into her room and closes the door so it is around ninety per cent shut. You then hear movement and rustling behind it. Seconds later, the door opens again, just enough for Hannah to pop her head and bare shoulder around it and hand you a plain, white towel.

"You owe me one!" she winks, before closing the door.

Wait, so was she completely naked just then? And are you holding the towel that Ria's flatmate just had wrapped tightly around her otherwise nude body?

You erection now totally out of your control, you move quickly back to the bathroom.

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You and Ria do indeed arrive at the office together that morning, though you stop short of walking in holding hands.

That doesn't make any difference though. Since it's common knowledge the two of you had gone out after work together last night, your colleagues can do the maths. Micky seems to have taken it as a personal affront that you, and not him, are banging the office hottie and, worse still, that everyone knows it. That is clearly viewed by him as a disruption of the correct order of things, not to mention a laser targeted act of malice performed purely to undermine his social standing. He barely says two words to you all day. which suits you just fine.

As enjoyable as your sexual exploits have been over the past couple of days, the downside is that they have left you feeling physically drained. You are grateful that you don't have any viewings for the next few hours as you stare blankly at the screen in front of you, unable to concentrate even slightly on the details of the database you are pretending to scrutinise.

Ria walks past, bright and full of energy, humming a happy tune and shooting you a wink as she goes by. It's weird that what happened last night doesn't seem to have taken any toll on her energy levels - she was the one doing jumping jacks, after all. But maybe what you are doing doesn't impact the person whose fantasy you are invading in quite the same way as it affects you? To them it might be experienced just like a regular dream. Either way, if you are going to give a property tour even semi-competently this afternoon, you will need to get a few precious minutes of shut eye first.

The office is quiet and business is slow, so you figure it will be okay for you to lock yourself in a cubicle in the washroom for ten minutes to give your eyes a rest. As you close them, the thought of Hannah in that towel floats into your mind and won't seem to exit. You try your hardest to open your eyes but fail, as you drift out of consciousness with nothing on your mind but Ria's roommate.

You then discover you are no longer in the washroom at work, but dressed in your t-shirt and boxers again, and standing in the same bathroom you showered in before work. There are some differences though. For example. on a shelf near the bath are various bottles of expensive looking oils and lotions that you don't remember being there before and, as you look around, you see the room now features a sauna and massage table - those are definitely new additions. The place smells of lavender blended with some other sweet scented fragrances you can't quite put a name to, and there is relaxing pan pipe music playing softly in the background.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door.

You push back the lock and open it to reveal Hannah, once more wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey Shane! We must stop meeting like this!" she quips as she comes and sits herself down on the side of the bath.

Shit. This really isn't a good time to be doing this. You are both supposed to be working. The only problem is, there doesn't seem to be any way to exit someone's fantasy without first fully satisfying them. You now need to figure out exactly what she wants from you.