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 -- Parts 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 each table was amply supplied with bottles of wine. By the time we broke up for the night, I'd had enough wine to just have a slight buzz but also enough pasta to keep me from being all out drunk. Given that there was nothing outside the hotel to do nearby, I assumed that anyone who was still interested in socializing would be in the bar so, after a quick trip up to my room, I headed there.
I was surprised to walk in the door and find the place nearly deserted...on a Friday night! Looking around, I was relieved to see Dana sitting at the bar with a glass of red wine in front of her. She appeared pleased when I joined her and also expressed her surprise and disappointment that the place was so dead. I asked what she was drinking and, since she said it was a decent cabernet, I ordered the same. The whole time we chatted and got to know each other better and, eventually, started to flirt a little bit, we were expecting more people from our training to show up at any minute. When no one did, Dana wondered what everyone else could possibly be up to with so little else to do around the hotel. I speculated that the rest of the class was all sitting in the hot tub, which surprised Dana because she didn't realize the hotel had a hot tub. When I told her that is was right by the pool, she confessed that she didn't even know there was a pool. She seemed a little disappointed because she hadn't brought a swimsuit along, so she couldn't take advantage of either amenity.
Trying to be optimistic, I suggested that if she went up to her room and filled her bathtub with hot water, she'd be able to continue to drink her wine as she soaked where, if she was using the hot tub, glasses wouldn't be allowed there. She asked if I thought that we could take the wineglasses out of the bar and I figured that housekeeping would make sure they got back where they came from. I was pleasantly surprised when she suggested that we get a couple of refills and head up to her room to try out her tub together. I didn't even have to think about it, so we topped off our wineglasses and headed for the lobby elevator with them in hand. Figuring it was safe based on her invitation, I leaned in to kiss her once the doors had closed and we were quickly making out. At her floor, we headed for her room and, once inside, she set our wineglasses on the edge of the tub as she got the water running and poured some hotel-supplied bubble bath in with it. I was admiring her ass in her black slacks as she bent over the tub and was looking forward to seeing it bare.
She turned back to me as the tub continued filling and started to unbutton my shirt while I unbuttoned the top sweater of her salmon-colored sweater set. We each let our top layer drop to the floor then I let her remove my t-shirt before I pulled the second sweater over her head, revealing her perky tits in a fairly plain bra. As she worked on getting my jeans opened up, I was fondling her tits, feeling her hard nipples through the thin fabric. When she started to work my jeans down, I let her get them completely off, leaving me in just my tented-out briefs, before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. I slid her bra down her arms, slowly revealing the creamy flesh of her tits, followed by her pink areolas and nipples. Dropping her bra to the floor, I ran my hands over her tits again, feeling her hard nipples beneath my palm before gently pulling on them, causing her to moan.
