Typically, being sent to a Department of Transportation sponsored training or seminar evokes a mixed reaction. You're happy to get out of the office for a day or two, but it can be pretty boring and it generally isn't held at a very glamorous location. Sure, you get some face time with the DOT staff and get a chance to network with your peers, but you end up spending a day or two in a dumpy community center multi-purpose room with poor air circulation and uncomfortable chairs. At least that's the way it had always been up to this point.
When Kirsten and I found ourselves volunteered to attend the upcoming DOT training, I was actually okay with it since I like Kirsten; we got along well at work and she wasn't hard on the eyes, either. We'd never spent any time together outside the office, so this was also a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better. We were both pleasantly surprised when we learned that the location chosen for this particular training session reflected a new policy by the DOT to make attending these events more attractive. In the mountains, a few hours west of the city, was a small town whose major source of revenue revolved around a natural hot spring. The training was being held at a hotel in this little town and, since it was a two-day training, our company sprung for a couple of hotel rooms for Kirsten and me. Also, since the training started bright-and-early each morning, we scored the hotel rooms for the night prior to the training, as well. Kirsten and I fully appreciated the value of this arrangement, so we planned on getting out of the city as early as possible to take advantage of the hot spring pool adjacent to the hotel. We were almost giggling as we sped along the interstate in the company car, headed for the mountains. We stopped on the way only long enough to grab something to eat, both of us looking forward to soaking in what was essentially an Olympic-sized hot tub.
Once we'd arrived and checked in, we went to our rooms, which were on the same floor, and agreed to promptly head down to the pool. I grabbed my swimsuit, towel and sandals from my bag and was ready to go. Kirsten appeared in the hall with a bag almost as big as the one she'd just carried up to her room. She laughed at my reaction and insisted, "Its all essentials!"
After grabbing a couple of pool passes from the front desk, we headed next door to the pool, splitting up as we entered our respective locker rooms. We changed clothes there rather than in our hotel rooms because it was still quite cold outside. We only wanted to be exposed to the elements in our swimsuits for the short distance between the locker room exits and the pool itself. Once I'd changed and stashed my clothes in a locker, I waited for Kirsten in the heated vestibule between the men's and women's locker rooms. When she came through the doorway in her black one-piece, I knew I wasn't doing a very good job of disguising my appreciation because she looked down and blushed. Kirsten is a thin girl with nice-sized breasts and short brown hair. Her swimsuit made her thin legs look even longer and didn't hide her hard nipples as they pointed at me. I figured we'd better make a dash for the pool before I pitched a tent in my own swimsuit.
I found out later that the look on my face had spoken volumes to Kirsten and had pretty much put to rest the question she'd had in the back of her mind as to whether I found her attractive. It gave her the confidence to flirt a bit more aggressively, something I had attributed to us just being away from the office. By flirting aggressively, I don't mean that she was throwing herself at me; just that she was sending clear signals that she appreciated my company.
We started out by submerging ourselves up to our chins in the naturally hot water and feeling all tension draining from our bodies. We floated around for a bit, feeling more and more relaxed and eventually gravitating closer together as we drifted further from the few other people using the pool. To those people, I'm sure we just looked like another happy couple spending some time together. Little did they know that we weren't a couple and that this was our first ever time spent together outside of work. It wasn't long before the physical contact as a result of mild horseplay became simply physical contact. We went from holding hands to holding onto each other until finally the time was right for our first kiss.
It was one of those perfect moments where we were totally in synch. We looked into each other's eyes as our faces came together and our lips finally met. Feeling her soft lips against mine was even better than I had imagined. As the steam rising from the surface of the pool swirled around our heads, our first kiss progressively became more passionate. Our mouths gradually opened enough to admit each other's tongues as we had our first tastes of each other. Her arms were around my neck as we made out and I pulled her body against mine with my hands on her narrow waist. As she wrapped her thin legs around me, I allowed my hands to slip down over her ass and massage her cheeks.
My cock had been hard since her lips had first touched mine and I knew she had to be feeling it pressing between her legs. I didn't know if it was something she was ready to deal with until she spoke.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me," she murmured in my ear before kissing it.
