Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.
Note: If you haven't read them already, Viva Las Vegas -- Chapters 1 & 2 are prequels to this story.
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There was a time once, early in my career after I'd hooked up with a couple of different coworkers on separate business trips to Las Vegas, that I thought it was the magic of that desert city that resulted in those hook-ups. After spending more time in the business and traveling to other cities with other female coworkers, I realized that it had nothing at all to do with the location of the business trip and everything to do with horny, sometimes repressed, women who wanted to let their hair down once they were away from the home office. Take a recent trip to Newark, New Jersey, for example; I don't think anyone who has been to Newark would say that it was magical or prone to inspiring romantic imagery, but the trip still resulted in a very satisfying tryst with my traveling partner.
Experience tells me that, when traveling with a coworker who I know fairly well from my home office, adjacent seats on a flight will often lead to more personal conversations which often lead to more personal encounters in impersonal hotels. When I find myself traveling alone, there are quite often other attendees of a given seminar or training who have also traveled alone and often appear to fear eating alone more than anything in the world. I don't even know how many hook-ups have come as a result of simply asking somebody if they had plans for dinner. It's like there is such a sense of relief at not having to eat alone that they are willing to do just about anything to repay me.
The Newark trip, though, was with a coworker who was a few years younger than me but who I had worked with for several years. I thought we knew each other fairly well but our adjacent seats on the flight from Denver proved that there were a few things that I didn't know about her. I did know that she was thin and blonde with small, perky tits and an ass to die for so I was definitely going to use what I had learned to try to get to know her a lot better physically during the trip. The signs were looking really good by the time we landed and hopped on the shuttle to the hotel so I figured, since the seminar didn't start until the next morning, the night ahead was definitely holding some promise. I wasn't counting my chickens, but I definitely maintained a positive attitude.
