They had been traveling for five days now. The business trip had taken them to five different cities in five days pitching the new product to prospective clients. Each night was a different hotel with a few hours of sleep after fine tuning the pitch for the next days' client. Tom was head of the marketing department and had developed the strategy to promote the new product. Maria was instrumental in putting the promotional material and presentation together. Therefore it was natural that they both go on the trip. Neither was looking forward to being gone for so long, especially after having worked so much overtime just getting the presentation together before deadline. But the potential payoff was to great to leave to anyone else. They had to go.
The client was teetering on making a large purchase and, after talking to division leaders around the country on the previous days, a great deal was riding on the last day, these were the decision makers they would be talking to. On the last day they pitched their product and were grilled for hours on minutia that required Maria and Tom to tag-team their knowledge. It took nearly five hours to win them over but they did.
After the ordeal was over Tom and Maria were ecstatic but drained from the experience and all the work that went into it. After the standard buffet dinner in the hotel restaurant they were ready to toast their success and hit the bar. While at the bar Tom was able to learn more about Maria. She was 29, had put herself through college and had been with the company since graduating. She had been working 50+ hours each week to get where she was, a point that impressed Tom. He vaguely remembered reviewing her resume years ago, but hadn't worked with her or really even noticed her until this trip, but now that the job was done he was pleased that he had been 'stuck' with her. Eye candy like her always made these working trips so much better. He never really noticed her physically either and was struck by how attractive she was. She had gone all out for this trip, trying to make a good impression on all involved. She had dark eyes that went well with her long straight black hair that always seemed to be clipped back behind her head. All week she wore suits that were very conservative yet flattered her figure. She had narrow hips and a nice chest. In fact, Tom had wondered to himself if she wasn't the real reason this trip was so successful. Her pretty smile and attractive figure probably had as much to do with the sale as the product itself. "The old farts probably spent more time looking at her than the video screen." he chuckled to himself. "Hey, whatever gets the job done." He had thought to himself on more than one occasion that if he wasn't 40 and married, he would love hit on her.
At 12 a.m. the hotel bar closed. Maria was swaying in her seat to the music on the bar radio and voiced her disapproval to the ending of the good time they were having. They had lost track of how many drinks they had had, but Tom didn't mind picking up the tab. Maria paid for two beers to go and out of the bar they went. They passed the indoor pool/hot tub area and Maria tried the door only to find that the door was locked for the night. As they passed the front desk, Maria announced her disapproval to the desk clerk that the hot tub was closed. The clerk matter-of-factly replied that he could give them the jacuzzi room if they wanted. "Yeah, that'll work!" she said with a big smile. And before Tom could say anything she had the room key and drunkenly made her way to the elevators.
Tom didn't think anything about it until they were in the room. She was running the water and trying to figure out how much hotel soap to put in without making a frothing mess. "I didn't bring a swimsuit." He said.
"You wearing underwear, aren't you? Just go in that"
"Yes, but...."
"Don't worry about it. Nothing's going to happen. Just come on in." She said as she reached around and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a white lace thong that made her ass look perfect. 'No wonder they were staring at her ass.' He thought to himself as he watched her unbutton her blouse and drop it onto the skirt. Wearing only a white lace bra and thong she slid into the tub up to her shoulders.
"Alright. But just for a little while." He said as he began to untuck his shirt.
"Hey, before you do, turn on the radio over there." She called out as she shut off the water. He turned the radio on and stopped when she yelled "THERE!" to some dance music station.
He finished stripping down to his boxers and when he turned around he stopped dead in his tracks. She had stood up in the tub and was swaying her hips back and forth to the fast-paced music. Up to her knees in suds, she was soaking wet and covered with small patches of suds. The water had made the non-lace areas for her bra and thong partially transparent, but she didn't seem to care. He watched her sexy gyrations for a minute until he realized that his cock was starting to get hard. He didn't want her to see that, but his boxers weren't exactly covering it up well.
Probably wondering why he was just standing there she asked, "Aren't you getting in?"
He wanted to get in and fuck her brains out, but he had to work with her and he was married after all. "Well, I don't know."
"What's the matter?" She asked knowing full well what the problem was.
"I just don't know if it would be right. We have to work together, you know."
"Ok, fine. Just sit there on the bed." She said, gyrating the whole time.
He sat down and watched with a smile as she went back to dancing. After a minute she reached around behind her with both hands and unfastened her bra. The material dangled loosely and barely covered her firm tits as she gyrated. She was making him so hard that there was no way to conceal it. It was just a matter of keeping his cock in his shorts and out of her. As she danced she would reach up under her bra and squeeze her tits and rub her hand between her legs.
Looking down at his boxers then at him, she said, "Feel free to masturbate."
"What?" He blurted out, shaken from his trance.
