Who comes home late?

4:53 am

I had only been asleep for a few hours.

My whole mind was messed up due to the jet lag from my last two plane flights. Once I woke up, I found it hard to get back to sleep despite how tired I was. With a dry mouth, and needing water, I realised my only choice was to get out of bed and get some myself.

"Ugh," I grunted as I **** myself up out of bed and down the hallway.

In such a big house, it took me longer than I thought just to get from the bedroom to the kitchen. Once there, I grabbed a glass quietly and started to fill it up with the water from the tap.

"Oh good, you're still awake," a female voice startled me from behind.

I dropped my glass into the sink due to the shock. Thankfully it didn't shatter or anything, potentially waking everyone else up. Once I had a chance, I turned around to see Rose there, she put down her handbag on the kitchen bench and took a seat on the nearby stool.

"You just get home now?"

She nodded. It may have been dark still but I could see her clear enough to know she was still in her dress.

"What a lameeee club," she retorted, "Heard so much about 'Aussie boys' but they didn't live up to my expectations, not there anyway."

I returned to filling up my glass of water. Turning off the tap, I could hear her stumbling back off the stool, almost knocking it to the floor. Then I could sense her movement right behind me.

Rose's hands then touched my bare back. I had nothing on except for a loose pair of light blue boxers. She scraped her nails down my back, which felt extremely erotic.

"You're getting so sexy..." she whispered at the back of my ear.

Her hands scooped under my arms and grabbed my upper chest. The way she did it was very similar to the way that a guy would grab a girl's breasts from behind. Rose didn't stop there, I felt her breath up against my right ear as she put her lips to my lobe. She then sucked it right in, her tongue swirling around it.

In my boxer shorts, my cock was getting firmer by the second, it wasn't long at all until I was rock hard.

Naturally, Rose moved her hands down my bare chest, towards my abdomen. Just the way her nails scraped against my skin gave me goosebumps. Enough for my body to squirm from her touch. Her right hand travelled to the waistband of my boxers.

Very gently, she slid it into the waistband.

"Oooh..." she whispered into my ear again as her hand made contact with my shaft, "Soooo hard... Rose likey..."

Her familiar hand gripped my shaft, wrapping right around its girth. She started to stroke as she sucked on my ear a little tighter. For the next minute or so, she kept playing with me. The faster she stroked my dick, the more aggressive she got with my ear.

"Jesus..." I let out quietly, still right up against the sink.

Rose then let go of me, flipping my body around, "I need youuuu to fuck meee..."

I could see her eyes and the rest of her face enough to know she was in some hell of a state. God I wanted her bad... this may be my best chance with her.

She started to pull my hands as she walked backwards, trying to pull me away from the kitchen.

I wasn't going to stop her from doing so.

But as we barely got anywhere, Rose tumbled over, almost pulling me down with her. She tripped on absolutely nothing. I tried to help her up but she was making no effort to get off the ground. Rose had her eyes shut with a sleepy grin on her face.

"Rose, work with me here," I whispered to her.

She just giggled, her hair spread out in different directions underneath her.

"Come on, up you get," I said again, pulling her up to her feet.

The brunette wasn't stable whatsoever, holding onto me as I **** her to stand up. All I could do was drag her out of the kitchen and down the hallway while she giggled. She wasn't even trying to walk properly for me, drunk and probably **** up.

"Where weee going," she asked as she chuckled to herself.

I pushed through a bedroom door, "Bed."

A part of me inside was frustrated, for that one second, I thought I might be able to fuck her tonight but she was too drunk for that. Instead, I lugged her body back to the bedroom she was staying in. Her body practically collapsed on the bed, as she giggled while on her back.

I had seen Rose doing a line in the bathroom tonight, I don't know if she had done anything more after but I was a little bit worried for her.

"Help me out of this!" she said groggily with her hands up in the air.

The brunette was talking about her dress. I had to physically get her back up on her feet just to help her out of the black material. I unzipped it from the back and started to stretch it down her body until it was in a pile at her feet.

Now I was staring at her in underwear and a bra. The brunette fell back onto the bed as she fiddled with her bra strap. I'm not ashamed that I was staring at her the whole time in the dark, watching those great tits pop out again.

In her topless state, she slid underneath the sheets.

"You okay now?" I asked, still standing up in just my boxers.

She made a humming noise which I took as a yes. But as I made a move back to the door, she called out, "Cuddles..."

I heard her mumble the word still pretty clearly. Rose waited for me to jump into the bed with her, she had positioned herself in the bed so that I could come in behind her to spoon.

Wrapping my arm around her, it was up against her bare chest. I may have had a sneaky feel of her breasts but while I was giving a couple of honks to her boob, I started to hear a very faint snoring sound coming from her nose.

Once I knew she was out, I drifted off myself.

The only problem, I was still thirsty...