I didn't even want to go, but to make things worse I ended up sharing my hotel room with a superior. It was only supposed to be a team of 2 to do the installation, but instead it ended up being 3 of us, and the 3rd one was "Rebecca." When we arrived at the hotel in London they informed us they did not have any additional rooms, so the new girl ended up getting her own room... mine! and I ended up sharing a king size bed with my boss... talk about NO privacy!
Rebecca is our new head of Sales and Marketing, she has her MBA, which she tells anyone who will listen at least once a day - that and a nice rack gives her the delusion that she can boss everyone around, and that everyone is inferior to her. She hasn't even been with the company for 2 months, and she's already the most hated person there. She talks down to people, interrupts you in meetings, and demands that you help her with her "crisis-of-the-day" no matter what else you are doing. That doesn't go over well with me.
When I heard she was coming on the trip I argued with the big boss, but was shot down. He agreed with her reasoning that she needed to understand the product better, and what better way then to assist in a large installation and training at a customer's site.
As you can tell I really didn't like this chic, and I could go on and on why, but basically she rubbed me the wrong way on too many occasions... instead I'll skip ahead a few hundred pages...
When we are out of town on an installation, especially out of the country, I like to have some "fun." I like to sample the local cuisine, see the sites, and well, I usually come back to my room with a girl or two (depending on whether I had to pay or not.) Yes I'm married. No my wife doesn't know. But one thing you have to understand, I am a true sex addict. I must get my rocks off at least once a day... by getting a blow job, hand job, fucking, even masturbation - what ever works! Well now I'm in a bit of a quandary. I am sharing a room with a straight-laced superior, so it is going to be nearly impossible to have any "quality" free time. Sure I can jack-off in the shower - but where's the fun in that?
Well by the fourth day, I was crawling up the walls! I hadn't let loose in 3 days! My balls felt like they were twice there normal size and they were sensitive to everything! We met downstairs for breakfast at the hotel restaurant like every morning. Half way through my meal I realized that I was more then partially erect... shit!
We were waiting out front for the car to come and take us to the customer's site. I noticed Rebecca had a big grin on her face. I wondered, a bit embarrassingly, if my "situation" was that noticeable. The car arrives, we get in and proceed to the customer's site.
This day is going to be a short one for me, I should be done by 2 p.m., and be able to break away from my two cohorts and see what type of entertainment I can find for a few hours. Around 1:30 p.m. my boss informs me that Rebecca wants to go site seeing, and since neither of us will be needed for the rest of the day, and I know my way around, I am to take her site seeing! Noooooooooooo! I almost bust a nut right then and there!
We get in the car, and she immediately tells the driver to take us to the hotel. I look at her with a confused look on my face, when she puts her hand on my thigh and says "I think we both neeeed to freshen up a bit before we go site seeing." She squeezes my thigh, and sha-bam! My cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She then removes her hand, and doesn't say another word the rest of the 20 minute drive back to the hotel. I'm stunned. My "mortal" enemy has just propositioned me, and given me wood to boot!