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.
It was during our first break that I saw Sun's name and realized who she was. I went over and introduced myself and she was thrilled that we were actually meeting in person after having worked together via email and phone for so long. I don't know why it never came up that we'd both be attending the same training. We'd developed a very good rapport, which included a little bit of flirting, as we'd worked together but I didn't have the slightest idea what she looked like until that moment. I was pleased that she seemed as excited about meeting in person as I knew I was. When the first break wrapped up, we almost didn't make it back to our seats in time. We hooked up again at lunch break and sat together as we ate, then spent the afternoon break together, as well. It is probably good that we didn't end up sitting together during the actual training, because we'd probably have ended up with detention, writing on the whiteboard "I will not talk during class."
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. Sun and I sat together and, while we did make the effort to meet a lot of the other attendees, our main focus still remained each other. Once the dinner and the presentation were over, we made sure our wineglasses were topped off and went to sit in a comfortable section of the lobby where we continued to talk. I asked how she had managed to score a hotel room for the night given that she lived right in Manhattan and she explained that she'd made a good case because of the early start the next morning, but she hadn't stayed over Thursday night, as I had, nor was she staying Saturday night. When I told her that I was, she suggested checking to see if I could cancel my reservation for Saturday night and we could hang out in the city then I could crash at her place. Leaving her momentarily, I went to check on that possibility and, since there was no penalty, I went ahead and canceled my reservation for Saturday night.
When I got back to her, I asked if she could see her apartment from her hotel room since some rooms had a good view of the Manhattan skyline but she said that it had been too cloudy when she'd checked in so she didn't know. Even though it was dark outside by then, she suggested that we go on up and take a look. We'd finished our wine by then, so we left the glasses behind and headed for the elevator. Alone in the elevator on our way to her floor, Sun leaned against me and "I like you; you're cute" so I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. As we started making out, I reached down for her ass which, due to her petite stature, was almost like holding two large grapefruits in my hands. Her breasts were likewise relative to her stature, which I determined as she was unlocking her door and I was standing behind her, feeling up her tits.
