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 and Viva Newark are prequels to this story. All other stories with Viva Woodbridge titles are related to this one, but aren't technically prequels or sequels. So, if the first few paragraphs of this story sound familiar, just stick with it and you'll understand what I mean.
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Early in my career, my first forays into business travel had me thinking that it wasn't something to look forward to or to get too excited about. After hooking up with a couple of female coworkers on separate business trips to Las Vegas, I started to rethink that position. Of course, I didn't always travel with horny female coworkers, so it took some time and some experience to really start getting the most out of business travel. I was extremely careful when traveling with female colleagues to determine by whatever means possible if they were, in fact, horny before even indirectly suggesting any sort of dalliance. I was much more concerned with an accusation of sexual harassment than I was with being shot down. I was actually quite a bit more at ease when traveling alone because I'd typically have a wider variety of potential partners to choose from and there was little risk of any details making it back to the home office.
Recently I was sent to Woodbridge, New Jersey for some company sanctioned training which took place in the same hotel where everyone from out of town would be staying. Although I'd been to Woodbridge before, I'd never been to this particular hotel and wasn't the least bit dismayed to see that it was in a very commercial area with few, if any, entertainment options outside of the hotel itself in the immediate area. To me, this meant that we would be essentially within the walls of that hotel for at least two, and possibly three, nights which could raise the potential for an encounter with another bored guest; I wouldn't even be so choosy as to only consider fellow training attendees.
The first thing I did as the conference room filled on the first morning of our training was to take a good look around, see who else was looking around and decide who to start chatting up during the first break. It didn't take long since there were only ten women to the thirty or so men in attendance; of those ten, I don't think there was a single one who I'd be forced to turn down if she was to proposition me. I did, however, see a few who I'd be much more thrilled about getting naked with and focused my efforts on them. The first was a tall, strawberry blonde named Jenn, who was not only big in stature but had an impressive rack and a big, round ass. Meredith was thin, with mousy brown hair and a plain face, but a nice set of tits and a sweet ass that she'd squeezed into a snug skirt. Erika was a brunette with very blue eyes, a decent figure and impressive tits, as well. Dana's tits weren't exceptionally large, but looked perky in her sweater set and her ass was pretty nice. Stephanie had a cute smile and was also brunette like Erika and Dana, but it was hard to get a real sense of her figure in what she was wearing. Finally, there was Sun, who was a painfully cute and extremely petite Chinese woman who I'd actually worked with before, remotely between Denver and New York City, but had never met in person.
I made certain that I interacted with each of them during breaks and at lunch and was feeling some good vibes from a few of them but, by the end of the day, I still hadn't determined who the most likely candidate would be. After the day's training was over, all of the participants were invited to a dinner in the hotel where one of the corporate executives would be doing a brief presentation. The dinner was an Italian buffet and, by the time the presentation and the rich dessert was over, I was feeling the need to get in a workout of some kind. Since I hadn't managed to connect with any of the ladies enough to suggest a horizontal workout with any of them, I settled for a few laps in the hotel's indoor pool. I was surprised, after changing into my swimsuit, to find that the pool was completely deserted and wondered whether no one else had bothered to check the hotel website to see that there was one.
I was feeling less bloated after a few laps, but kept going until I realized I was no longer alone. I'd seen a movement out of the corner of my eye and paused to see what it was. There was no way I was prepared for the green string bikini, the body it just covered and that both belonged to Stephanie. I hoped the shock and lust didn't register on my face before I caught myself and casually greeted her. She returned my greeting as she descended the steps into the shallow end of the pool then swam in my direction. As much as I wanted to further leer at her body in that bikini, I was glad that she was now mostly underwater so that I wouldn't be tempted to. We started chatting again, as we had at various times during the day, and she explained that she'd brought the bikini in the event that the weather was even remotely conducive to a few hours at the beach before she headed back to Boston on Sunday afternoon. As it turned out, the weather was gloomy and gray, so the only opportunity she'd get to use her swimsuit would be in the hotel pool. I joked that it was very professional and that she should wear it to our training the next day.
That comment and the splash of water she sent my way following it changed the tone immediately to the two of us horsing around which ultimately provided us with an opening for physical contact. We might have spent the evening chatting amicably had we not gone from splashing each other to trying to dunk each other, which meant grabbing at each other. It was after a while that she commented on how surprised she was that no one else had shown up to use the pool. I replied, still feeling very playful, that we could have been skinny dipping the entire time had we known. She dared me to, anyway, and I said that I would if she would. The chemistry between us was obvious by this point so I think we were both looking for a reason to take it to the next level. I doffed my swimsuit and held it up for her to see before setting it nearby on the side of the pool. She didn't welch on me and soon had her bikini top undone, though she was submerged to her chin when she did it.
She did tease me when she put her bikini top on the edge of the pool by turning her back on me and rising up out of the water enough that I could see her bare back. She did the same thing after she shed her bottom. After that, she seemed to keep the water stirred up enough that I couldn't get a good look at her naked body below the surface. I was aroused and started sporting wood as soon as her bikini top was off but I wasn't certain how far this was going to go, so I didn't draw attention to it.
"So, what now?" she asked, swimming in my direction. Just as we were getting close enough that the next step seemed pretty obvious, we were interrupted by a loud voice from a hotel staff member who had just entered the pool area.
