Debbie works for a firm of accountants in York, she has been there for seven years now and has forged up some good friendships both female and male during that period. She has also attended numerous training courses some of which were residential staying in first class hotels and recently she was away for two nights on yet another course, something to do with tax laws and money laundering, real boring stuff but necessary in her job. On that occasion she went with three others from her company. There was Angie, a new member of staff who Debbie did not know too well and two juniors, Carl and Mark, who were best mates both in and out of work. Angie was semi retired and looked to be aged about sixty but she had a lovely manner to her and everybody liked her.
Carl was twenty two years old and Mark twenty four, they were always having a laugh and never stopped talking about girls. They had recently returned from Ibiza and boasted to anyone who would listen about their exploits. Just last week Carl showed Debbie his newly acquired tattoo, a full sleeve of it to add to the others he had. He once even pulled his pants down to just above his manhood so he could show her the dragon he had a few inches below his naval, Debbie was not offended by the familiarity because he was just like that with everyone else and he was after all, still just a big boy really. Mark was much the same only a little older. He also loved his tattoos, girls and partying and he loved older women.
Let me tell you a bit about Debbie at this point. She is forty six years old but looks a little younger. She has short reddish hair and a lovely figure, curvy hips and a pert bottom. Her boobs are not big but she is quite happy with them. She considers herself a very professional person and dress's accordingly. Nails always painted and impeccable. Heels and dresses all the time. She knows she looks well for her age and delights in it but always knows where to draw the line and will flirt but only to a point. She is happily married with two teenage daughters and has never been unfaithful to her husband, they have been married for twenty years.
So as I was saying she recently went away to Newcastle for a three day course and stayed at the Holiday Inn some five miles from the training complex. On day one, the Tuesday, Debbie went straight to the complex and met her three colleagues there. The course started at 10.30 am and went on until 5.30 after which they all made their way to the hotel and agreed to meet in the bar at eight o clock so they could eat together. Debbie booked in to her room and unpacked her case. She hung her dress hanger in the wardrobe and stripped off her days clothes then jumped into the shower, she loved showering and many times she would soap herself in intimate places, especially when she was in a hotel, it always made her feel a little horny, like most people she guessed. Half way through her shower she was aware of the phone ringing so she got out and answered it while patting herself with a towel. It was Carl. He apologised for ringing and asked if she had brought any toothpaste as he had forgotten his, she said she had and he agreed to come to her room and collect it. Debbie quickly dried herself but the knock came on the door much sooner than she was expecting, Carl's room was only down the corridor. She shouted him to hang on and wrapped herself in the hotels bath towel, it was not very large but would do she thought. She opened the door and told Carl to come in while she went and got the toothpaste. He apologised again and said even Mark had not brought any and as they were sharing their room could they both use it. Debbie laughed and told him to keep it. She handed it to him and then became aware that the towel she was covering up with was gaping at the bottom because Carl's eyes briefly flashed downwards. He looked at her and smiled with a cheeky wink. She blushed then playfully slapped him on his arm and told him to get out. Carl pushed it and asked if there was anything she needed doing, it was his way and she knew that. She told him no and to get out. He laughed as he left and said he would see her downstairs for dinner in an hour.
Debbie made sure the door was latched shut then dropped the towel and laid on the bed naked. "Why do hotels always make me feel horny?" she wondered. She closed her eyes and drifted into a sexual fantasy about Carl. Before too long she was fingering herself, it felt wrong thinking about this lad who was young enough to be her son but she persisted anyway. She stopped short of an orgasm though and got up and began to ready herself for the meal. An hour later she was ready, she was wearing a flowery dress which nipped in at the waist and flowed outwards to its end just above her knees. It was not low cut but would gape a little when she bent over, that was fine she thought. She wore pink stilettos but no tights or stockings as her legs were still brown from the sunbathing she did in her garden. She wore a very feminine lace bra which cupped her 34b breasts perfectly. Covering her hairless girlie region was her usual thong, she never worn anything but. This one was pink and quite see through. it was hemmed in a dark red and, in the right light, could be seen through her dress. She sprayed her perfume on, grabbed her clutch bag, pink like her shoes, and headed out to the lifts.
The other three were already in the bar when Debbie arrived and Mark had got the round in, he had bought Debbie a glass of Chardonnay which she was delighted with. They all sat around a table and studied the menu taken from the hotel restaurant nearby. They chatted away and the lads topped up everyone's drinks then they went through and settled down for their dinners.
