Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.
Note: If you haven't read them already, Viva Las Vegas -- Chapters 1 & 2 are prequels to this story.
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There was a time once, early in my career after I'd hooked up with a couple of different coworkers on separate business trips to Las Vegas, that I thought it was the magic of that desert city that resulted in those hook-ups. After spending more time in the business and traveling to other cities with other female coworkers, I realized that it had nothing at all to do with the location of the business trip and everything to do with horny, sometimes repressed, women who wanted to let their hair down once they were away from the home office. Take a recent trip to Newark, New Jersey, for example; I don't think anyone who has been to Newark would say that it was magical or prone to inspiring romantic imagery, but the trip still resulted in a very satisfying tryst with my traveling partner.
Experience tells me that, when traveling with a coworker who I know fairly well from my home office, adjacent seats on a flight will often lead to more personal conversations which often lead to more personal encounters in impersonal hotels. When I find myself traveling alone, there are quite often other attendees of a given seminar or training who have also traveled alone and often appear to fear eating alone more than anything in the world. I don't even know how many hook-ups have come as a result of simply asking somebody if they had plans for dinner. It's like there is such a sense of relief at not having to eat alone that they are willing to do just about anything to repay me.
The Newark trip, though, was with a coworker who was a few years younger than me but who I had worked with for several years. I thought we knew each other fairly well but our adjacent seats on the flight from Denver proved that there were a few things that I didn't know about her. I did know that she was thin and blonde with small, perky tits and an ass to die for so I was definitely going to use what I had learned to try to get to know her a lot better physically during the trip. The signs were looking really good by the time we landed and hopped on the shuttle to the hotel so I figured, since the seminar didn't start until the next morning, the night ahead was definitely holding some promise. I wasn't counting my chickens, but I definitely maintained a positive attitude.
Our rooms ended up being across the hall from each other on a relatively high floor and, when I saw the view from my room, I knew her view wouldn't be nearly as nice on the opposite side of the building so I seized my opportunity. Even though we were just steps away from each other, I sent her a text that said "How's your view?" Her reply was "OK. Yours?" I wrote back "NYC. Come see." I went and opened my door just as she was opening hers to step out. She pulled her door shut and I stepped aside to let her walk into my room and she headed right for the window. My view was of the Manhattan skyline and really was pretty spectacular. As I let the door close behind her, I was watching her ass all the way across the room until she was standing at the window, raving about the scenery.
If this was someone I didn't know so well or there was any potential that I had misread the signals during our flight, I wouldn't have even attempted something so bold as what I did next, but I was feeling confident that it would be well received and I was right. Stepping up behind her, I put my hands on her hips and started to kiss her neck, an easy task given her short blonde hair and long, slender neck. She immediately cocked her head to the side to grant me better access, but otherwise didn't move. I slipped my hands up to cup her small, perky tits and felt her hard nipples pressing out, so I gently tweaked them before sliding my hands up under her shirt. I could hear her breathing rate increasing and a few soft gasps escaping, especially as I caressed her nipples through her bra. Once I unfastened the front clasp and my hands were on her bare tits, she actually let out a soft moan.
I loved the soft, smooth feel of her tits, which I had admired at work so often, and my growing cock was starting to press against her ass. I had to believe that she was getting incredibly wet by this point, so I dropped my hands down to the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them, then slid the zipper down. One hand went into her jeans, over the front of her panties, as the other went back up to her tits. Her panties were damp, so I ran my fingertips over her pussy before slipping my hand into them. Her bush was very trim and her pussy was gushing with juices, but I focused on slathering those juices over her clit as she let out a louder moan. Her hips where moving a little bit as I stroked her clit and fondled her tits, still kissing her neck and lightly licking her ears, though I was now alternating sides of her neck.