Amanda and Greg worked together on a fairly regular basis in their Intel shop. Amanda came to admire Greg as one of the few people who would stick up for her in almost any situation, usually protecting her from their typically immature coworkers.
Because of this, Amanda was pleased to learn he was the one selected to go with her on a TDY to DC to attend a military integration conference. The long plane ride over to the East Coast, and the week away from her husband would be made a little more bearable by having a good friend beside her. Or at least someone who wouldn't drive her nuts.
"Let's go do the touristy stuff as soon as we get settled in." Greg offered up as their plane lifted off from Las Vegas in the early morning.
"Sure, that sounds good to me." Amanda replied as she looked out the window, watching the ground disappear beneath them. She was already groggy from having to get up early, and touring DC seemed like the last thing she would want to do at that point. But a five hour flight would give her plenty of time to take a nap and wake up refreshed to enjoy the city.
Amanda had brought her Nintendo DS along for the flight, as well as a couple of books, but she didn't find herself needing either. With Greg sitting next to her and striking up conversations with both her and with random passengers, she was too distracted to even try and entertain herself. They spoke about their jobs, his family, her marriage, and mostly gossiped about coworkers. The plane finally landed in Dulles and they disembarked. After waiting for their luggage and checking out a rental car they finally headed out on the road. After another two hours of battling DC traffic, they arrived at their hotel.
"I am STARVING." Amanda commented, "I can't go anywhere until we get some food first."
"I think the hotel serves a free dinner" Greg offered.
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me." Amanda agreed.
As it turned out, the hotel served a full dinner, complete with beer and wine. They both knew their limit and kept it to just a couple of drinks, so that they could still do some sightseeing. But as the booze set in, Amanda knew it was already too late.
"Are you ready to go?" Greg asked excitedly, getting up from his seat.
"Ugh, not really. I think I want to just relax tonight."
"You can't be serious! We just got here, it's 6 o'clock, we still have the entire evening."
"I'm just too tired," Amanda admitted, "we can still see the sights the rest of the week."
Greg though for a moment, "If we just hang out for a bit and watched a movie, could we go out later. After you've had a chance to recover?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"I'll take it." Greg said, as he lead the way off towards the elevators.
Arriving at her room Greg waited patiently for her to catch up. Amanda slid her card into the slot and unlocked the door, revealing a very well equipped room, with a comfortable little couch that she headed straight for. Unzipping her heavy bag she took out the laptop that her husband had given her for the trip. Setting it up she began looking through all the DVD's she had brought, "What do you want to watch?"
"It really doesn't matter to me, I like just about everything." Greg answered, "Do your worst."
Amanda was feeling the warm glow of the alcohol coursing through her veins. She felt bold enough to take the offer seriously and put in exactly what she had wanted to watch. Her husband Adam had outright refused to watch a romantic dance movie with her, so she had bought it on DVD to watch on her own. She now had a captive audience to watch it with and was not going to let the opportunity go to waste.
"Oh, I remember when this movie was in theaters." Greg said unexpectedly. "I kind of wanted to see it."
"Really?" Amanda asked, caught completely off guard.
"Yeah! I love dancing, and the girl in this movie is really hot."
"Yeah, I like her too." Amanda said, instantly realizing her mistake. While it was fine for her friends from the civilian world to know she liked soft girly flesh, she tried to keep that information more closely guarded around other military types.
"Oh really?" Greg's interest suddenly peaked, not missing the subtext of the comment. Seeing her discomfort, he decided to change the subject, "So would you like to head out for some dancing tonight?"
"That sounds like fun," Amanda admitted, glad for the conversational out, "but I'm just too tired and sore from the plane ride. Maybe some other night?"
"How are you sore from the plane ride?" Greg demanded in disbelief, "We just sat there for hours not doing anything but talking. You look like you're in much better shape than that."
Amanda suddenly became aware of her figure. She had been training at the gym for months trying to earn herself a reward from her husband, and now her figure was clearly well developed, trim, and even somewhat muscular. So much so that when she finally gave in and bought the new Air Force uniform she found herself buying it in a much smaller size, which turned out to be even more compact than she expected. Her curves were suddenly apparent to everyone in her office, although no one had been bold enough to say anything about it until now.
"Thank you." She accepted sheepishly, "It's just my neck and shoulders are really sore. Adam usually gives me a massage after I get home and now I think I've gotten dependant on it.
"That's a weak excuse for a simple problem. I'll work the kinks out of your neck and shoulders, then we'll go out for some dancing tonight."
