I was excited to hear the news that my manager was sending me to a weeklong training session. Currently I don't travel often for business, so I always enjoy the few trips that come my way. I've already realized that frequently, the city one visits on a business trip doesn't really matter too much - often there's not enough free time to get out of the hotel and explore the city. Still, I loved learning that not only was I go to a weeklong training session but that the training was in Coral Gables, just outside of Miami. What a great reprieve this would be from the dreary weather that had settled in over Washington DC for the last few weeks. I decided to take an early flight on the Sunday before the training session so that I could get a little sun and do some sightseeing.
Stepping out of the airport into the warm air and bright sunshine was completely rejuvenating. After getting my rental car and checking into the hotel I headed out to do some exploring. Everywhere I looked the were hot girls walking around in outfits that left little to the imagination. I wondered why I had settled on DC for my career - this part of Florida had an awful lot going for it as far my dick was concerned. I work in the technology field, and I've come to accept that it is not yet a field that has a real high concentrated number of women who look like they've stepped out of a Victoria's Secret catalog. Sadly, I've come to realize that short of being a photographer for the Victoria's Secret catalogs there probably aren't any other jobs with that side benefit. Consequently I was not prepared for the unexpected, stunning beauty who was at the head of the conference room in the hotel. Our instructor for the week was a young woman who had my rapt attention immediately.
She introduced herself as and I could tell she was attractive, but her formal business attire left a fair amount to the imagination. In fact, it seemed like she was sexy as hell but trying very hard to dress so that no one would notice. Her attempt to disguise her hot body was in vain as far as I was concerned. She was pretty young to be the lead instructor for the custom application that was the topic of the training, so I figured one reason she was dressed so professionally was to gain some instant respect. I'm sure she gets tired of having to prove herself week after week to people who think they're being instructed by a drop dead gorgeous brunette who is as young as some of the attendees'. Her professional attire, however, was just slightly off the mark. She had on stylish high heels, stockings, a skirt that wasn't too short, but not very long either, a white silk, somewhat sheer blouse, and an attractive suit coat. She also had on stylish glasses that accentuated her blue eyes. She was the epitome of the "sexy businesswoman" I'd never seen in real life. Suddenly this weeklong session of grueling training on systems modeling and differential equations was looking a lot more interesting.
As it turns out, Jenny knew her stuff inside and out. After the first day of lecture, I had a much better understanding of how the application worked and how much it would benefit my company. Jenny was completely professional the entire day. It was as though she didn't realize how attractive she was and assumed all the male's (and maybe some of the females?) focused attention was because of her articulate explanation of the underlying workings of the application. While that's a possibility it certainly was a secondary reason to me. All I could think about was if she was wearing a wonder bar or if those huge breasts of hers were real. That, and also if I my eyes deceived me when I thought I saw a glimpse of garter holding up one of her stockings through the slit in her skirt
In typical fashion, the hotel's conference room air conditioning was no match for the heat generated by all the computers in front of us, the projector, and all the people. All of the attendees were dressed pretty casually - after all, we were at a training session in Florida! Short sleeved shirts and the like. Poor Jenny was showing signs that the hot room was getting to her. I sensed she was reluctant to remove her jacket. But when she finally did, whoa! What a welcome event. Turns out, the nearly sheer blouse I'd been staring at all day long was sleeveless. Now I had the chance to sneak a peek, on more than one occasion, at her beautiful lacy white bra. And I was finally able to answer my pressing question "real or fake" as I could easily make out natural skin tones through the lace on the side of her bra. Now, with her high heels on, her ample chest, stuck out magically. (I'm not good at guessing this sort of thing, but based on my wife's bra sizes and the size of her breasts, Jenny must have been at least a 38D maybe more.) Silently I thanked the HVAC gods for not having updated the hotel's conference room AC. And so went the rest of the afternoon, me trying hard not to be too obvious that I was checking Jenny and her awesome rack out every chance I had.
Mentally I was completely drained by the end of the first day. Unfortunately this wasn't a trade show event where I could escape to the vendor exhibits for a break. I would be responsible for putting the knowledge I gained from this week's training immediately to use upon returning to work, so I had to be totally focused. Of course staying focused was more difficult than normal with Jenny and her hot body proving to be such a beautiful distraction. At the end of the first day's training session I decided to hit the gym, thinking a little exercise would help clear my mind. After several minutes on the treadmill I was able to forget about all the equations and application instruction of the day. Not surprisingly, my brain quickly filled with thoughts about Jenny...Was she aware of how beautiful she was? Did she know how sheer her blouse was today? Did she purposefully stand just so that the slit in her skirt separated enough to get a good show? Or did she really let her skirt hike up high enough to flash a little garter belt when she was sitting next to me "showing me something?" Did she intend to push her breasts into my arm when she leaned over to show me how to do something during one of the exercises? And finally, where was she now?!? So many questions. Such an easy time on the treadmill as the minutes flew by pondering these delicious questions.
I hit the pool and hot tub after my workout that was just outside of the gym. I was surprised to find several people still out by the pool soaking up the last rays of the day. I was even more surprised to find a few attractive women among the crowd. What were all these people doing here on a Monday evening? I didn't know why they were here, but I can tell you I loved the view. Three young women, maybe spring breakers, were wearing sexy bikinis that left little to the imagination. As I was admiring the view of their hard nipples and hard asses I started wondering how this week would differ if I wasn't married. But I am, and happily so. All this eye candy would just need to become fodder for my active imagination - and I would leave it at that. On the way from the pool back to the locker room I looked through the fitness room windows and saw Jenny. Wow! I think my jaw hit the ground. She had on the hottest work out clothes I've ever seen, a tight light blue lycra leotard over short black spandex shorts. Her glasses were off, her hair was down and her sizeable breasts looked even better squeezed into all that lycra. I suddenly realized I needed to hurry back into the locker room to avoid embarrassing myself - both with my obvious gawking and growing hard-on. As I was about to make a mad dash, Jenny looked out the window and waved to me cheerfully, I was amazed I had the wherewithal to wave back. Hmm, perhaps I would have to change my schedule tomorrow to see if I could still be in the gym if she arrived again.
After dinner I talked to my wife back in my hotel room. Lisa, my wife, is great - she's one of those girls with a natural beauty that attracts double takes from everyone who sees her. Her body is fit and curvy in all the right places. Her legs and ass are probably her best looking features, but her firm tits, and always-pouty lips and long blonde hair make her irresistible to me. She was a cheerleader in high school and hasn't her youthful athletic body at all. She still does aerobics religiously - she says it's a stress reliever. I met Lisa in college and we quickly became inseparable. To think when I first met her I wondered if she would be any good in bed is laughable now. We've been married for a little over four years and I have no complaints. Her demeanor in the bedroom belies her good girl looks. Women who aren't afraid to talk a little dirty during sex have always turned me on, but Lisa has the sluttiest talk imaginable. As you can imagine, with her slutty talk, we also have a long history of enjoying phone sex. To be honest, I'd never done it before I met Lisa. But I was out of town once and she introduced me quickly with fantastic results. When I returned she told me that she had heard the other girls on the cheerleader squad talking about getting their guys off over the phone in high school when they couldn't get together, and she quickly began trying it out. I'm sure that development delighted whoever was on the other end of the phone.
I called my wife once I got back to my room. I was looking forward to another hot exchange before hitting the sack, but instead she asked how things were going. She wanted to know how I liked Coral Gables, if the hotel was nice, how the training was going. Of course I said everything was going great though the first day was pretty grueling. She asked if the instructor knew his stuff. I love having the opportunity to catch my wife with a sexist stereotype, so I said, "Actually she is very knowledgeable. She's definitely an impressive instructor for someone who appears so young."
"Impressive, eh? And what do you mean by that?"
"Well sweetie, you were just asking me if the instructor knew their stuff, so obviously I meant she had an impressive knowledge of the application and excellent skills as an instructor."
Her keen sense wouldn't leave it alone. "Uh huh, and what does this young, impressive instructor look like?"
"More sexist comments, huh?"
"Oh come on, I know you, I'm sure you checked her out, I was just wondering how she stacked up?"
I was in a tricky spot, how honest should I be? While my wife and I are still pretty big flirts when we go out with friends, admitting that when I saw my instructor in her tight workout clothes I thought I was going to cum seemed like it a bit much.
"Actually she does seem pretty attractive, now that you ask."
"Really, now we're getting somewhere. Well, come on, what does she look like?"
"Well, I'd say she's close to our age, so she's got a great youthful look about her, just like you." I thought I knew where Lisa was going with this, but I wanted to make her ask to hear more to make sure I was right.
"Youthful looks, what the fuck does that mean? Now I know this girl is hot. She must have given you quite the hard-on, because you know I want to hear about her, but you're holding back, you almost sound afraid. This girl really does it for you, doesn't she? You're afraid you're going to sound too excited, aren't you baby?"
