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I have been lucky over my 25 year career and travelled the world seeing most of the places I wanted to see on company time and at their expense. I sometimes travelled alone but mostly with other engineers or programme managers, which are predominantly male. This time though I was going to travel across the pond to Burlington, Vermont and I was taking with me a new Graduate Engineer called Lisa. Lisa was about 25 years old, quite outgoing with a very pretty face. She was around 5ft 6 tall, larger than average chest, a small waist, but carried a bit of "junk in the trunk" something that I can't say I found particularly attractive. The younger guys in the office obviously did because they were like flies round honey.
I arranged to pick her up from her home early on a Saturday morning and as I arrived in her street she was out on the pavement waiting for me. As I pulled to the curb, I could see she was wearing tight fitting sports wear that fit where it touched leaving nothing to the imagination. As I helped her load her luggage into the car I couldn't help but look at chest which was accentuated by the tight sports top she was wearing. As she climbed into the car it was clear there was no visible panty line, this girl appeared to be traveling commando.
The journey to the airport was fairly uneventful and we arrived, checked in and passed through security without trouble leaving us a couple of hours to kill in duty free. We grabbed some breakfast and strolled through the departure lounge browsing at the various stores. Every once in a while Lisa would dive into a store, pick something up, tell me how wonderful it was and then put it back, to be honest it was like shopping with my wife. That was until we arrived at the bikinis, where she picked up the skimpiest one available and asked my opinion. Gob smacked by both the lack of material and the fact she was interested in my opinion I quickly said lovely colour and moved on. She eventually caught up and was carrying another small bag and wearing a big smile on her face, I didn't have the heart to tell her it was February and there was snow and ice where we were going.
At the gate an announcement went out asking me to go to the counter and they explained I was being upgraded to business class, I told them I was traveling with someone and amazingly they offered Lisa an upgrade too. So we boarded the plane, turned left and settled in for a great trip. As the flight levelled out and we reached cruising speed Lisa put her seat flat out like a bed and rolled on to her side pointing her ass directly towards me across the aisle and my cock twitched in my pants so I led back and imagined what that ass would look like in the tiny bikini. If only we were going somewhere hot!
Just over 9 hours later we had checked in at the hotel and I couldn't wait to get to my room. There was something about Lisa that I couldn't explain but my cock had ached through the whole flight and car journey, in fact I am surprised she hadn't seen the bulge in my jeans.
The hotel gave us rooms on the 5th floor next to one another and so we headed up and agreed to meet in the bar in an hour. I threw my bag on the bed locked the door and set about stripping ready for a quick wank followed by a shower, but something made me check the door adjoining the two rooms. It opened and I was blessed with another view of that ass bending over her case as she unpacked. As she turned to look at me, I quickly apologised and withdrew, locking the door behind me.
After my shower and a little stress relief, I headed down to the bar to meet Lisa and found her chatting to someone at the bar. She was in a short tight fitting dress displaying her attributes wonderfully. There was something about this girl that was growing on me
We headed out to a restaurant I liked use when I visit. It was a beautiful evening and we were able to sit on the deck overlooking Lake Champlain. We ate steak, drank some wine and chatted about work, university and life outside work. As the evening went on, we got to relationships and I explained that my wife had died of cancer a few years ago leaving me on my own. We had no children and so I had thrown myself into my work. She revealed that most of her partners had been older than her and when she finished University, she had lived with one of her lecturers for a year, until she managed to get a job at our company and had to move away. Having had a few drinks I suggested she had some sort of daddy complex and she just blushed and changed the subject.
After dinner, we walked back to the hotel and had a nightcap before heading back to our rooms. As we reached our doors I apologised if I had embarrassed her at dinner and she told me not to worry and that I was right she did have an attraction to father's figures, but never knew hers as he left her mother before she was born. It was now my turn to be embarrassed, however I felt the need to wrap my arms around her and give her a hug, allowing one of my hands to drift down her lower back towards her oversized ass. She broke the hug before I could get a grope and kissed me gently on the cheek before disappearing into her room. As I climbed into bed I vowed to use what I had learned today and see where this could lead.
Next morning at breakfast I suggested we drive to the ski resort Stowe nearby and then visit the Ben and Jerry's factory on the way back for a factory tour, finishing with a trip to a high end outlet mall for some retail therapy. Excited by the plans, Lisa rushed through breakfast and we headed out.
It was a cold day but snow had not yet started. After a walk around Stowe we had a quick lunch looking out over the mountains and headed for the Ben and Jerry's factory and a factory tour. I had taken several times and found the engineering fascinating, as did Lisa. Then at then end came the tasting and then I treated her to a small tub of her favourite flavour, phish food.
Our final stop was an outlet mall, we strolled around window shopping before coming across Victoria's Secret. Lisa squealed with excitement and headed straight in dragging me with her. Slightly embarrassed and feeling too old to be there Lisa kept picking up pieces of skimpy lingerie and asking my opinion. Struggling with answers, I ended by saying I would need to see it on, this brought a wicked smile to Lisa's face before she uttered "We will have to see what can be arranged". After purchasing several items we finished wandering around the mall and headed back to the hotel to prepare for an evening meal at a local craft brewery.