(Thank you so much to Rotorhead450 for all the edits and support, and for reminding me to actually publish some of what I write!)
Big companies with big sales revenues and brilliant sales staff have proportionately exotic 'training' trips for their people, as part of the hook to stay. Sanzai Inc. held one annually in the third week of July, before people took summer break and a few months after bonuses were paid. The venue changed each year, and was designed for maximum contact among staff.
Okinawa, Maldives, Corfu, St. Bart's, Fiji... always somewhere gorgeous. Spouses and legal de facto spouses were welcome and would be paid for, but no kids, no girlfriends, no boyfriends. Spouses rarely came though. The meetings and team building activities (e.g. golf or diving) were staff only, as were all meals outside the opening dinner. So if they went, the spouse spent most of the five days looking after themselves. After one trip like that, sitting around waiting for your partner to come home rolling drunk and passing out, usually they politely declined the following years.
Josh Baker from the London office was up and coming, on his first junket, and a newlywed. No way was his Sasha not coming with him. May Finchley from the Miami office had been on the trip five years running, a regular company star. She was also a newlywed, and despite warning her husband Thom that any spouse that had tagged along never came again, he insisted he experience the misery of Mallorca himself.
"Free drinks?" he checked.
"Yes," May sighed.
"Free food?"
"Yes."
"Pool, beach, cabana, a place to read books and watch girls pass in bikinis without you frowning at me?"
"Yes."
"Tell me again why I wouldn't want to go?"
The trip was to Colònia de Sant Jordi in Mallorca. It wasn't easy to get to, but once there it was a superb and unique destination. The hotel wasn't big, but it was in the book of small luxury hotels of the world. The view from the rooftop bar was gorgeous, overlooking the beaches running north and a perfect vantage point for the sunset. Each room had a balcony looking down onto the stylish small pool, and as the only couples, Josh and May were put in rooms next to each other. The privacy was generally good, but they could stick their head around the partition to talk if they moved right up to the railing.
May made the effort to knock on Josh's door to introduce themselves first.
"We got in only a little before you. I've been on a few of these trips now," she smiled, "We've all been on calls together, but for a lot of us it will be our first face to face. Half of us are new, which is good, it was only twelve people last year, now we've got sixteen. The company is growing well."
By late afternoon, everyone had arrived. The agenda said meet at the pool bar for introductions and warm-up drinks. Dinner started at eight at a place called Antonio's, a simple but stylish alfresco restaurant that helped set the ambience for the trip wonderfully. Sasha did feel a bit excluded, but Josh looked after her well. Thom was the opposite, diving in to every conversation and determined to make new friends. They were back at the hotel by ten-thirty. Most of the people from the Americas and Asia were jet lagged and crawled off to bed. Only the Europeans stayed on for one more drink at the rooftop bar, but even they were gone by eleven thirty.
"So," Josh said, holding his wife's naked body to his in the shower, "I'm up and running from the morning. What are you going to do tomorrow?"
"I don't know," she said, squirming as Josh's finger reached down to flick her clit. "Look around."
"See what next door is up to?" he suggested.
"I don't know. I didn't really talk to him."
"Turn around," Josh whispered to her ear. Sasha turned and stuck her rear back at him. His cock slipped effortlessly in. Sasha had been untouched when they first met at college, but Josh had seen to her being very touched since. Sasha had only ever had him, but she'd had him a lot. They'd kept count up to a hundred fucks, but given up counting over two years ago.
"God, I love your cunt," Josh grunted, pounding her from behind.
"Good!" she squealed. "You use it a lot."
"Have. Will."
Josh loved being able to unload his cum into his wife's protected vagina. Since they were married there was no more need for condoms, and it felt so much better for them both. Once he'd pushed his last dribble into her, they stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. Freshly waxed for the trip, the white semen was obvious as it oozed out of her bare slit. Sasha squeezed and let it drip onto the tiled floor, then used toilet tissue to clean it up.
"It still seems weird to have semen in my vagina," she smiled, "I don't feel that grown up, having a man ejaculate inside me. It's such an adult thing to do."
"You're an adult. You're married. And I've cum in you fifty times," Josh yawned.
"I know, but I'm still not used to it. I love that a part of you stays inside me, but I wish it was just stay in, instead of running out everywhere. After that time we did it at work, I'm terrified of having a wet patch on the back of my dress. God, they teased me."
"It was your own fault for not wearing panties!" Josh grinned.
"You wouldn't give them back!" she squealed, thumping his arm.
"We'll...yeah," Josh laughed. "You're married. They know you fuck. What's it matter if the evidence soaks your dress a bit?"
"Grrr," was her only reply.
If you're wondering a little about Josh and Sasha, they were both twenty-four, though Josh was an 'older' twenty-four in many ways. His mother left before he could remember, and he would probably never know the truth behind it. The only thing he knew is he got her looks. Dad was a ginger, but Josh had dark eyes and stylish wavy brown locks that he left long. He was tall with a naturally light frame, but his father beefed him up. His father was hardworking and tough, a self-made builder. Josh had jobs given to him by his father with the expectations of a grown man ever since he was fourteen. Work, study and football were all his father approved of, so it was all Josh did. His body and his brain developed strongly. When he excelled at all three pursuits, it was followed by the attention of a series of gorgeous girls who taught him things his father did not. But Sasha was the first woman he felt was authentic. She was shy and timid and he had to chase her, a novel experience. When he undid her jeans one night and realized she had never been undressed before, he was touched. They had been together almost three years when they got engaged and soon after quietly married.
Sasha was an only child too, but with two protective parents that did not push her hard at any pursuit. Their beautiful and delicate daughter would guide herself, choose herself. They would lay life before her and she would pick a path she wanted to travel. Great theory, but rubbish as far as parenting went. A six year old will try the violin once, declare it too hard and put it aside. With no counsel to fight through the fundamental learning to reach a point of confidence, a child will take the easy route each time. So Sasha drew, because they let her draw childishly without need for improvement. They let her sing like a stuck pig, without the discipline to find tone. She read picture books, rode everywhere with trainer wheels on her bike and her 'cooking' was making ham and cheese sandwiches.
It was lucky that in high school the teachers finally grabbed Sasha by the scruff of the neck and forced her to apply herself to each piece of study and each sport and each music lesson. Sasha flourished. She had debates with teachers about the origins of integral calculus. She could run the mile in four minutes forty, and people stopped to listen when they heard her on a piano. As her confidence rose, so did her beauty. With her short hair, Sasha looked like a mid-height version of Quinn Mora with dirty blond hair, though Sasha had much stronger cleavage, with big nipples. When Josh started to attract girls he let them sweep him away to a well-rounded sexual education. When boys came calling on Sasha she did the opposite, firmly keeping her panties in place. Everything boys wanted to do with her was new and across the borders of her social boundaries. Without a mentor she could trust to discuss the path to sexual success, Sasha retreated alone to her bedroom. It wasn't until she was in her twenties that Sasha decided it was time; she was too old to be afraid of sex, and the next guy that tried to take her pants off, she would let him no matter who he was. Josh never knew he was randomly the first guy into her pussy. He always thought it was because he was special. Sasha never told him he simply had good timing - but arguably that was fate, right? Certainly he was a good choice to cough up her pussy to; from the beginning the sex had been wonderful, and they adored each other.
In the morning Sasha kissed her man goodbye at the door in just a short singlet, with her hand between her legs. She was cupping her pussy to keep the fresh cum from dripping onto the wooden floor. Sasha took a shower to help wash the mess away and crawled blissfully back into bed, drifting in and out of sleep until lunchtime. Stomach rumbling, Sasha dressed for lunch and then a swim at the pool or the beach. She put on one of the bikinis that Josh had bought for her online. She'd tried them all at home before they left, and of course they were each ridiculous in their own way. All of them left her ass bare and were small enough to need her bikini line thinned. The mesh white one was so sheer that Sasha waxed entirely, otherwise her bush would be obvious. That one stayed in her bag on the first day, choosing the dark blue floral set. It was tiny, but at least her slit and nipples were covered and not obvious. With the plain yellow bikini you could see the bumps up top and below. Over it she wore a short white wraparound.
Leaving the room and walking down the hall to the stairs, Sasha was surprised by hearing her name called out. Thom had heard her go past and stuck his head out his door.
"Hey! You going for lunch?"
Sasha nervously nodded. She had been looking forward to a quiet day.
"Hang on, let me get my keys," he said. Sasha waited by the stair, then walked ahead as he came to join her. Thom was shoeless, it was the first thing she'd noticed. He had good looking feet. Sasha almost laughed, she'd never once considered a person's foot. He had apricot shorts and a blue polo shirt. Admittedly, he filled his clothes well. He was tall, fit, and like Josh his wavy hair was gorgeous. And he was constantly smiling, Sasha sensed he was a genuinely happy soul.
"Where you thinking to go?" Thom asked as they stepped down.
"The pool bar."
"Okay!"
They sat on adjacent sides of a square table looking at the pool and the ocean behind it.
"You're from America?" Sasha asked.
"Canada originally."
"Oh."
"You're English?"
"London."
"Beautiful city."
It went like that for a time. When you know absolutely nothing about someone, you can fill an hour with just an exchange of facts. Certainly it was enough to get them through lunch.
"How old are you? Seems like you've lived in lots of places."
"Just turned thirty. How about you?"
"Twenty four."
"Wow, and married already!"
Sasha blushed and nodded.
"Did you have after-lunch plans?" he asked her.
"A swim, I guess," Sasha said nervously. She worried he might want to join her. Showing her bare ass to someone she knew would be different to showing it to strangers.
"Let's do the beach, I'll get the hotel to give us some towels."
Sasha shuddered. He was going to come, and she had no reasonable excuse to say no. He got up from the table, signed for the meal and came back with two huge blue towels, a bottle of sunscreen and two plastic bottles of water.
"Let's go discover," Thom smiled.
They walked the beach to the north of town, not travelling far until finding a spot that was sandy and had crystal clear water in front. For a long time they sat and kept talking, about their weddings, their work, and their experience of living with someone working for Sanzai.
