"This room is lovely," said Debi, jumping on the bed. "It's bigger than our flat!"
Don smiled, "Well work is paying for it, and they like us to keep refreshed on these business trips."
Debi rolled across the double bed. "And this bed, it's so soft...come over and feel."
Don wandered over and sat next to her. "You get what you pay for I guess, but you're right, you could have a lot of fun on here."
"So what are we waiting for?" Debi pouted, running her hand down his leg. "We've got time before dinner."
"I'd love to," said Don, tousling her hair. "But I just need to do this work call first."
Debi frowned. "And how long will that take?" She twirled her long brown hair and smiled seductively. "I don't like to be kept waiting." Her smile was her best feature, an irresistible and seductive weapon if she chose to use it. When she smiled her whole face lit up, her brown eyes sparkled and her white teeth were framed by perfect, kissable lips.
"I tell you what," said Don resisting her charms and trying to stay business like, "why don't you watch TV while I make the call. It won't take long."
"You're no fun," said Debi crossly, and went to sit at the edge of the bed in front of the TV. She flicked through the channels until she found some sort of reality show and turned the sound down.
Don sat back on the bed, propping himself up with a pillow against the headboard and putting his laptop on his legs. He plugged in some headphones and was shortly in conversation with some colleagues on a Skype meeting.
After about ten minutes Debi sighed and came to lay next to him on the bed. "I'm bored. Who are you talking to?"
"Shh." said Don, quickly muting himself. "Try not to make a noise when I'm talking otherwise everyone can hear it."
"Oh, spoilsport. I'm sure I could make the conversation more interesting," she chuckled, flashing the dazzling white smile. She put her hands on her chest. "Oooh come on boys...Don is having a sexy massage."
Don put his fingers to his lips to silence her. To be fair he was having a hard time concentrating given what the alternative was. Debi lay on the bed, her shoulder length brown hair complementing her inviting eyes, and her tanned skin contrasting with the white silk top she wore. Through the thin material Don could make out the outline of her bra, and as he imagined what that constrained he felt himself getting hard, despite the ongoing call.
Debi rolled on to her side, and toyed with his foot. Her tight blue trousers showed the shapeliness of her legs. Not thin by any means, but with a shape that was topped by a beautiful backside. A proper hour glass figure.
"Anyway," said Don on the call. "We need to go through the presentation now as tomorrow will be too late. I guess everyone can stay on for another hour or so? Good."
Debi looked up and mouthed, "I can't wait an hour."
Don smiled at her, turned on by the fact she wanted him so much. He stroked her face and put himself on mute again. "Won't be long."