Hot Tub Hookup 1

The company I worked for was small, but we had some high class clients that we liked to treat right.

I had only been working there for a little under a year when our owner made the announcement. He was going to fly in some of our bigger clients for a week long hangout. We were going to rent a cabin up in the mountains, the ritziest the company could afford, have these folks fly in and get to hang out with us for a week. It was a bit of a bizarre idea, but everyone seemed really interested in it. Mostly because it meant a good few of the staff would basically have a week where their job was simply to hang out with clients and not be in the office working.

Organizing this event fell on the second in command, Sara, which she was happy to do since she had little faith our boss could pull it off without her taking control. Sara sat across from me in the office, and sometimes it was hard to keep my eyes off her. She was gorgeous, and I often found myself watching her jog across the office to answer a phone call, watching her tits bounce and feeling my pants get tighter. I had had my fair share of fantasies about her, but never made any sort of move. It just seemed too weird since we were co-workers and all. That hadn't stopped me watching her, fantasizing about her, jerking off thinking about her after getting home from work, and once in the bathroom at work because it was that or blow in my pants.

"I think we've got it all figured out," she said one day, breaking me from my thoughts about how much I would have liked to take her in thee sundress she was wearing "you think you can handle some transportation? Sean? Are you listening?"

I nodded, unable to get any real words to come to my mouth in the moment. It had been rough at work recently. The weather had turned pleasant and warm, and Sara had taken to wearing tight fitting tank-tops and shirts, or this particular sundress that was cut rather low and put her chest on full display. Despite that, I hadn't cum in weeks. Work had been crazy, and most days I was putting in extra hours and getting home so exhausted that even jerking off was unappealing. The dating scene in our small town was also all but worthless. I had gone on a couple of dates that went nowhere, and hooked up with one girl at the local bar one night months prior, but it was otherwise just me and my hand for relief.

And there I was, sitting across the small table from Sara as she leaned over and looked over her work, getting a slight glimpse down the top of her dress. And the fantasy of getting up, getting behind her, flipping the dress up, pulling down her panties and railing her from behind was sitting at the front of my mind.

"Everything okay?" She asked me after a moment. Her voice was filled with concern. She knew how much I'd been working, but had no clue about the carnal needs my body was suddenly screaming at me about.

"Yeah," I replied "just a little fried. Sorry. So, you need em to shuttle people to the cabin?"

"If you don't mind." She said.

I shook my head with a smile. "Not at all, whatever I can do to help."

"I really appreciate it," she said in her slightly husky voice "I can shuttle a few people but way more people than we expected are coming and Grant is going up the first day and staying the whole week so I can't rely on him for shit."

Grant, our boss, was eager to please our clients, and as such figured he should be up at the cabin the entire week. Not like her did much around the office anyway, so he wouldn't be missed. But he had one of the bigger vehicles, meaning he could shuttle more people in a single go than myself or Sara.

"He'll take up a handful of guests that first day, but otherwise it falls on us for the rest of the day and the couple of people coming in on day two."

She sat upright, leaning back over her chair and stretching, and all I could do was sit and watch as she did. Her breasts pressing hard against the fabric of her dress in a way that made my cock twitch in my shorts.

"Remind me," she said, once again snapping me back to reality "are you planning to stay at the cabin?"

"No," I said "I have too much shit to handle here to be justify it. Plus I have my maintenance guy coming to take a look at something in my apartment, and I kinda need to be there to answer any questions."

"He can't call you?"

"You know how spotty cell reception is up in the mountains. That's why those houses still have landlines."

She nodded, conceding the point. What I didn't mention is that I had no desire to hang out with our clients. A bunch of people so well off they could just take a week and fly out to Colorado to spend some time at a cabin with some people they'd never met before because they had seen us in a couple online videos? All while the job was barely paying me enough to keep a roof over my head and my boss was constantly trying to find ways to cut my hours. Sounded like a bad time, which is why I had very explicitly scheduled the maintenance guy to come that week. Easy out.

"Still, it'll suck to not have you there."

Her words took me a bit by surprise. We were friendly, chatted at work and had gone to the bar a couple of times with other co-workers. She had invited me to her softball games, but I had always declined because I was so busy most of the time. Yet her comment sounded sincere, like she was really regretting the fact I wouldn't be there. I chalked it up to my mind hearing the tone it wanted to since I was one bad decision away from asking her to show me her tits. We were friendly, but we weren't friends. She'd have so much going on that she'd never notice my absence anyway, so I thought little else of it.

When the week arrived and the clients rolled in things went smoothly. Grant took a few of the first guests up with him, and Sara and I took up the rest. I offered to make two trips so she wouldn't have to, being able to fit three guests in my car at a time. A few of the other employees that were going up offered rides to a handful of clients, and one took a bunch of luggage up since he had space in the bed of his pick-up, although it only sat two people.

When I dropped off my second batch of clients I was greeted by Tina, one of the other girls that worked at the office. Tina was also quite the looker, although younger than both me and Sara by a good few years, with a round face and bright eyes and a fairly toned body with a very respectable set of tits on her. And the jeans sh was wearing were tight at the waist and hugged her ass beautifully. I still hadn't cum in weeks, but once I dropped these clients off I was going to go home and treat myself to some pizza and a couple of well deserved wanks.

"Sean!" Tina said with a smile as she walked to my car with a bounce in her step, which translated to a bounce in her perky breasts. "Are you staying?"

"No, I got too much to do at the office." I said. I had no desire to hang out with the clients, but spending time around both Sara and Tina was tempting. Although if I had been staying I would have been stuck in a room with someone else, which meant even longer before getting some release. "Plus, someone has to keep an eye on the place and make sure it doesn't burn down or some shit."

She laughed, a laugh that always made things seem a little better. She helped me grab the last few bags out of my car and carry them into the cabin to the client's rooms, and I was happy for the help. Not just because she was easy to on the soul and eyes, but because it meant I wouldn't have to make a second trip.

The cabin was absurd. In fact, the term "cabin" was probably underselling it by a large margin. It was four floors, probably four thousand square feet or so at the very least per floor. My apartment was just over a thousand, and this place dwarfed it considerably. There was a massive communal area on the first floor, couches, chairs, a pool table and a TV that I'd be surprised was anything smaller than 90 inches. A huge kitchen, ornate wooden stairs leading both up and down, bedrooms down a hallway near the kitchen and more on the other floors. The place was basically a miniature mansion, and I couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle at the sight of it.

"Wild, right?" Tina said with a smile. "Not sure how Grant managed to get this place for a price we could afford."

"By charging an arm and a leg for the rooms, I imagine."

After we dropped off the bags I thanked Tina for her help and started making my way back to my car, but not before Sara caught up with me.

"You sure you can't stay? I think you've earned it." She said as we drew closer to the massive wooden double door that sat at the entry way of this behemoth.

"I appreciate that," I said with a smile "but I really have to be home for the maintenance guy."

She shrugged, wished me a safe drive home and we parted ways.

I had shuttled people to the cabin on Monday, and on Tuesday the maintenance guy showed up. I fully expected him later in the week, as he was my main excuse to not being up at the cabin. Wednesday was all quiet, I went to the office and did my work with no distractions. But I had found myself still not having satisfied my baser needs. By the time I had finally gone home on Monday, the cabin was a near two hour drive from the office, I was too tired for anything else, and the next day I had been so caught up in cleaning my apartment when the maintenance guy said he'd be by that day. I stared across at Sara's empty desk, thinking about her there. Thinking about us having the office to ourselves, about her in that sundress, sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide and no panties to be seen.

I shook my head, taking note of the throbbing erection in my pants. I needed to get this work done, and when I got home I'd take care of things on the physical front. Maybe it would have been worth it to hit the bar, see if maybe I could take someone home and not have to rely on myself for a minute, but I also wasn't in the mood for the noise and smell of a bar on the off hand chance one of the maybe five hot girls that went there was there and looking for some action.

Again I thought of Sara. I thought of her in her sundress, sitting on her desk, legs spread with my face buried in her pussy. I thought of how much I would have loved to ravage her. To explore every inch of her body. To let her show me how she became a mom of two.

Again I shook the thoughts from my head, trying to get my work done. By the time I did it was far later than I would have liked, my little daydream sessions eating up time. Daydreams of railing Sara in every position we could think of. Of stripping her down and taking in the majesty of her motherly body.

I'll never know why in that moment I didn't just go a rub one out in the bathroom. I had done it before, while other people were in the building even! But for some reason my brain said that wasn't cool, and instead insisted that I needed to go work out. And so I did, I drove to the next town over where there was a 24 hour gym, put on my headphones and just worked out. And once again, upon getting home, I was too tired to do much more than stand in the shower, throw on my pajamas, eat a bowl of cereal for dinner and crash.

It was only when my phone starting ringing, loudly, that I had realized I never turned the sound off after getting home the night before. It was mid morning, I probably should have already been in the office, but with nobody else there our already pretty lax open scheduling felt even looser than usual. I pawed at my phone, and without looking at the name or number on the screen I answered with a groggy "Hello?"

"Sean!" Sara's voice came ringing in my ear, jolting me awake a little. "I need to ask a huge favor of you."

I sat up in my bed, rubbing sleep from my eyes with my free hand and stifling a yawn. "What's up?"

"I left the external hard drive I use for payroll on my desk, like a dumbass. Nobody else is at the office, and you live the closest. Could you possibly grab it and drive it up here? I really need to get that done today. I'll reimburse you for gas."

Before I could even stammer anything out she was begging me, telling me I'd be her hero if I did this for her. And I was a sucker, and a good person, and so I agreed. I got dressed, grabbed my keys and headed to the office. I grabbed a bite to eat on my way out of town, answering demands from a grumbling stomach that was pretty pissed I had barely eaten anything the day before, let alone anything that could be considered real food. A couple hours later, I was pulling up the long dirt driveway of the cabin. I made my way inside, and when she saw me Sara shot up from the chair she had been occupying and ran over to take the hard drive from me with a great many "thank yous" in the process. I automatically replied with a "you're welcome," not letting her know that my brain was mostly occupied with having watched her run up to me and how good she looked down so.

She was wearing a fairly loose fitting t-shirt for some band that sounded familiar but I couldn't peg any of their songs in the moment. Despite that it was still quite obvious how well endowed she was, and her chest had moved in a hypnotic way to my orgasm deprived brain. She also wore a pair of black shorts that came about halfway down her thigh, hugging her full, muscular, legs and showing off the tattoo on her right thigh.

Before I could say anything about making my exit she was ushering me further into the cabin. "I owe you for the gas." She said as we got further from the entrance.

"You can pay me on Monday, it really is okay. My car gets pretty good mileage. Besides, I should get home and eat something substantial."

"Eat?" She said, spinning on the spot and nearly causing me to bowl her over. "Why didn't you say so? We were just about to do lunch! We've got a metric shit load of hamburgers and hot dogs, and someone brought bacon so we can do that on the burgers as well."

I could feel myself salivating at the thought. Real food, protein, something with some flavor to it.

"And what's better than eating on the company dime?" She asked with a wink.

"Alright," I relented "I suppose some lunch won't kill me. But I do have more stuff that needs finishing at the office, so I can't stay super long."

"Sure thing." She nodded.

I'm not entirely sure how I lost track of time, but I did. Lunch was delicious, I chatted with Sara and Tina, a couple of our other co-workers and made polite small talk with a couple of clients who wouldn't remember my name in a day or so. I could help but notice Tina's outfit. A cute black and green striped blouse with short frilled sleeves that wasn't particularly low cut but sat on her chest quite nicely, and a pair of faded denim shorts, even shorter than the ones Sara was wearing, which showed basically the entirety of her smooth, toned, legs. She bent over slightly to grab something out one of the fridges at one point and it was hard not to notice how they hugged her bubble butt.

After lunch I, somehow, got convinced to stay a little longer and play a board game with a few of my co-workers, and before I knew it the sun was already starting to make it's descent behind the peaks of the mountains that surrounded us. I swore at myself for getting distracted, but ultimately there was nothing for it at this point. When I went to make my goodbyes Tina stopped me and insisted I stay the night.

"I really should get home. I have stuff at the office that needs to get done."

"Have you driven home from here after dark?" She asked.

I could only shake my head before she spoke again. "That road is a nightmare. I drove up the other night and damn near hit two different groups of deer and one very angry looking elk. I'm talking slamming on the breaks and being a few inches from killing them with my car close."

She wasn't wrong. The mountains were teeming with wildlife, and the road up to the cabin was long and winding. Not to mention that there were no lights aside from the ones on your car, you probably couldn't drive more than 15 miles per a hour and do it safely in those conditions. So, I agreed to stay the night. I didn't really want to, but Tina made many good points about safety and insurance premiums going up when you dent your hood with some manner of caribou.

After the sun had set and most people were winding down Tina and a couple of our co-workers, along with two clients who I had never met before, found me sitting in the living room area flipping through a National Geographic that was sitting on the coffee table and several years out of date.

"Sean!" Said our co-worker Jake, catching my attention. "Come on, man!"

I gave him a "going to need more details" look, and he laughed a little.

"Right, you weren't there for the conversation. We're all hitting the hot tub, let's go."

"You guys have fun," I said "but I'm gonna have to pass."

"Oh come on." Jake pleaded.

"It'll be fun!" Tina interjected.

"I think you guys are forgetting something very important here. I don't have a suit with me. I was supposed to be gone hours ago."

"Just wear your shorts, dude," Jake replied "there's a dryer downstairs you can toss your wet clothes into afterwards. It'll be fine."

"And the stuff in my clothes?"

"Like what?"

"My phone, wallet, and keys." I said while patting one of my legs and making said keys jingle in the pocket a little.

"You can leave them in my room, that way they'll be safe." Tina offered. "It's just me and Kelsey in there, so nobody will touch your stuff. And you can come grab them once your stuff is all dry. Come on, I think some hot tubbing will do you a world of good."

She wasn't exactly wrong. I was usually way more social than this, but I had been exhausted and a little over Grant and his bullshit for a while, and maybe that had made me a little grumpier than usual. It's not like it would have been the first time I hopped into a hot tub in my regular shorts, hell, I had sat nude in a hot tub once with some friends when I was in high school and we were all very drunk. Plus the chair I had been sitting in, despite appearances, was not super comfortable. Between that and stress my body was pretty tense. I had been debating going and getting a massage to loosen up, but maybe a hot tub would also help.

"Alright," I said "let's go toss my stuff in your room."

Tina and Jake let out a cheer. Jake and I got along fairly well, and when we had both first started we used to hang out and hit the bar together pretty regularly. But I had been so busy lately that I'd had time for little else it seemed. It'd be good to catch up with him. And, I thought to myself, I was interested to see what sort of suit Tina would be wearing.

I didn't have to wait long for the answer to that. We tossed the contents of my pockets and and belt onto Tina's bed and all made our way to the hot tub on the deck. It was enormous. Easily could seat a dozen people, so the fact there were only eight of us meant we'd all have some room to get cozy. Jake turned it on and we waited for it to warm up and start bubbling before everyone started stripping down to climb in. One of the clients was an attractive enough girl, nothing spectacular or noteworthy, but she wore a cute blue bikini that accentuated her small, but well proportioned, breasts and cut in tight around the ass showing some cheek.

Tina wore a pink frilly bikini top with plain white bottoms. It did some work to obscuring her chest, but not enough that one wouldn't notice. She wasn't super well endowed, but a modest B cup that worked well on her frame. Tina had a flat stomach, not particularly fit or toned, just naturally flat and smooth with pale skin. Her legs were long and toned, she had made a point of mentioning to me once that when she did go to the gym she worked her legs more than anything because she had to be on her feet so much. The bikini bottom was a normal cut, but like the client showed a little cheek on her surprisingly round ass. She was a fairly petite girl, couldn't have been taller than five foot six or so, but her ass was delightfully full without being absurdly big. She was quite easy on the eyes, and now, seeing her in so little, really reaffirmed that. One couldn't help but notice how many eyes were on her as she stripped off her clothes and adjusted her suit before lowering herself into the warm water.