A Trip to Submission Part1
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Hi, I’m Zed, twenty-three years old, and here to tell you about an unforgettable office trip.
I was on my office trip along with the entire staff. We had achieved record-breaking sales for the third quarter. So, to keep our team motivated and happy, we decided to take a short trip to Bali. This happened just before the pandemic hit. We decided to stay on a property beside the lake. All the bookings and travel arrangements were made well in advance.
We were twenty-five members in all - fifteen males and ten females. We had booked the entire top floor of the hotel. Late in the afternoon, we reached our destination and we were checking into the hotel when I noticed a family of three (an elderly couple and their daughter) waiting to check-in beside us.
The hotel staff requested that they complete the senior citizens’ check-in first. After some time, I could see the daughter of the elderly couple was not happy in the room allotted to them. She kept demanding that she wanted a room on either of the top two floors to give them a better view. Her parents told the staff they had not been on a vacation in a long time and would love the better view. Two of our team members did not join us for the trip, so, I decided to offer them that room. After speaking with the hotel manager, one of our rooms on the top floor was allotted to them. The elderly couple and her daughter thanked me for the gesture.
I noticed the elderly couple was given a room on the same floor near my room. My room was a luxury room with a king-size bed and an amazing outside view. After my team settled in our rooms we gathered together to spend some time on a short and crisp review and future projections. Then, we had dinner and turned in for a good early sleep to awaken fresh for the next day.
I woke up a little late, quickly took a shower, then left to join my team members for breakfast. The breakfast was spread out on the hotel’s rooftop, where we got sweeping views of the lake and the lush surroundings. Few of my co-workers had already grabbed their plates and were enjoying the delicious buffet. By the time I went for breakfast, most of the tables were occupied.
I was looking for a place to sit when I noticed the couple, to whom I had offered the room, sitting alone with extra seats at their table. We greeted each other and the man asked me to join them. He was pleased to know that I was from the IT industry. He informed me that even his daughter was working at an IT firm. I looked around, not seeing her. Maybe she was still sleeping, I thought.
After some chit-chat, their daughter joined us. I was surprised by her appearance. She looked completely different from yesterday. I had to have a second look at her to confirm she was the same girl. Yesterday, she was a pale shadow of who she was today - young, chic, trendy, and incredibly hot.
She wore a single-piece skater dress falling to just above her knees. Her fair skin was a beautiful contrast to her maroon dress. Bold red lipstick, black eyeliner, and a little eye shadow painted her face. I caught a whiff of lovely light perfume. Her fair hair hung slightly wet and untied with small beads of water dripping from the edges. The morning sunshine shone brightly on her hair; her face looked like an angel from above.
“Regal” was the best word to describe her. She could not have looked more desirable. Her age looked to be around twenty or twenty-one years old. She was around five feet five inches tall – a petite beauty with well-proportioned assets. Her boobs looked nice, and they stood firm, attracting my attention. Obviously, she wore a strapless bra as I couldn’t see the bra’s straps on her shoulders. Her neatly waxed legs looked smooth as butter. And she sparkled like a bright star. I got up from my seat, pulling out a chair for her. She sat and I offered to move to the other table to give them privacy, but her father insisted I stay seated with them. Then, their lovely young daughter thanked me for yesterday’s gesture. She introduced herself as Sara. We continued chatting in general about a few things. Sara and her dad started to discuss their plans for the day. He decided to finish breakfast and go to the reception to check out the hotel’s daily tour packages.
My manager came to inform me that the vehicles booked for sightseeing were ready. The sky was growing overcast, cool winds started blowing, dark clouds were moving around. The climate had changed in no time. That is the magic of this place.
I generally avoided going along with my staff for sightseeing and told them I preferred to stay at the hotel and join them later in the evening. It gave me time to relax and also complete freedom to enjoy the hotel. We finished our breakfast and reached the reception.
My team members were boarding the vehicles for sightseeing. Sara also came down, and her parents were trying to decide on the route they wanted to travel. I suggested they accompany my team members as few seats were available. They agreed, but Sara’s father insisted that he would pay for the tour. Our manager told him that we would not accept the money, but he could buy some snacks for the group if he wanted. Happily, they agreed to travel with my team.
Unexpectedly, Sara chose to stay behind and waved goodbye to her Mom and Dad. I asked her why she wasn’t going. She said she had some emergency meetings and calls, so she had to stay back. Then, she asked why I wasn’t going along. I informed her of the reason.
She grew quiet then disclosed that she really just wanted her parents to spend time alone together. She made up this excuse for a meeting. She also informed me that a few years back, they were on the verge of divorce. She had to quit her old job in a different city and come home to help handle the situation.
I asked, “Shall we take a stroll to the lake?”
She replied, “Sure, why not, no other work now. I’m free for the day.”
“Good that we can talk to each other, otherwise it will be boring sitting in the room alone.”
She expressed her happiness. “Yes, same here, and I’m very happy. I think we will have a good time together.”
“I think you should have booked a separate room for your parents,” I said.
She said, “But why?”
I winked at her and said, “A few things are better left unsaid.”
She turned red and looked at me, “What? Oh, just shut up.”
”I’m serious. You should have left them alone at night.”
She was taken back. She said, “You know their age? What rubbish, ya.”
“It’s not rubbish, it's reality. You and your mom would have slept on one bed, and your dad on the extra bed. Right?”
“How do you know? But yes, you are right.”
“This is what happens most of the time. Your parents won’t ask you to sleep separately and give them privacy,” I said.
She was in deep thought, and she said, “I still don’t buy that, maybe because they are my parents, and I have never looked at them from that perspective.”
I said, “When parents reach a certain age, we perceive that yes, this is fine. It’s Dad and Mom, so they don’t need privacy, but you never know what is between them.”
She seemed to agree with me. “Maybe you’re right, but I can’t think about it.”
I said, “If they are retired and if both are at home always, once you leave to your work, this would be in their routine. They have all the time in the world.”
She asked, “You have parents at home?”
I nodded, “Yes and they are retired. Do I have to tell you any more?”
She shot back my dialogue, “A few things are better left unsaid.”
We were walking in the road where guys were offering horse rides. Wickedly, I asked her, “You want to ride?”
She said, “No, I don’t want to ride a horse.”
I asked her, “Then what kind of ride do you enjoy?”
She replied, “Anything else, but certainly not an animal ride.”
“I always enjoy riding. Why don’t you give it a try? You may enjoy it.”
She got a little anxious and said, “Definitely not this ride, Zed. Even if I want to do it, with this dress it’s ruled out.”
I replied, mumbling, “Yes, riding without a dress is always enjoyable and exciting.”
She looked at me and asked with her eyes wide open, “You said something?”
I looked into her eyes and said, “You look beautiful in your dress.”
She smiled and said, “Thank you, you’ve made my day.”
I added, “In fact, you look incredibly beautiful and sexy.”
“Thank you so much.”
We kept walking further, and the sky darkened. The smell of mud and cool breeze indicated it was about to rain. It was a very pleasant climate, perfect to get close and cozy. In no time, it started to pour. Before we could find a place to stand, we were drenched. We finally found a huge tree to huddle underneath.
I asked her to wait and rushed to buy an umbrella in the market opposite the lake. By the time I came back, she was completely wet. She stood under the umbrella shivering, and it had started pouring even heavier. We walked back to the hotel holding the umbrella tightly in the high winds.
Our fingers and hands kept touching. Her hands were cold, very cold. She could barely hold the umbrella as she started shivering badly now.
I told her, “You should quickly change, else you will catch a cold.”
Her dress was completely drenched, water dripping from her hair down her body. I felt like wiping her body completely dry. I took out my kerchief and cleaned water from her shoulders and hands. She took the kerchief and wiped her face and tried to dry her hair.
I kept my hand on her hand that was holding the umbrella and kept my other hand on her shoulder giving her some warmth from my body. She did not say anything but kept walking, trembling, and shaking. Her skin was soft, supple, and delicate.
I tried not to look at her in this situation as it might send a wrong impression. We took the lift and when we reached our floor she looked at me in utter disbelief.
I asked her, “What’s wrong?”
She said, “Fuck man! Shit! I forgot to take the keys from dad!”
Looking at her helpless situation, her completely wet dress, and her fabulous body, I sensed an opportunity and took it. I said, “Come to my room. You can change into a bathrobe.”
She nodded in agreement and after we entered the room, she rushed to the washroom for a warm shower. I was also a little wet and I changed into a dry pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Suddenly, I heard her scream loudly from the bathroom and rushed to check what happened.
She shouted on the other side of the door, “Oh God, what a bad day, man! I turned the wrong tap side and am soaked again with cold water. I can’t move my hands and I’m freezing, Zed!”
I told her to open the door she said, “No, I can’t, my hands are numb.”
I could hear the water splash down from the shower nonstop. I was a little worried now. I picked up two towels and stood near the door.
I called out, “Sara, relax. Open the door.”
After a few seconds, I heard the water shut off and she opened the door. She was standing with a wet towel draped around her body. She was numb and shivering badly. I draped her with a dry towel and removed her wet towel stuck to her body.
I pulled her out of the bathroom and made her sit near the dressing table. She was soaking wet and numb. As she sat, I could see her wet panty stuck between her legs. I kept the other towel on her head and wiped her hair very quickly. I kept rubbing my hands on her shoulders to keep her warm.
I could see her cleavage and her lovely thighs as she sat there shivering. I opened the drawer and took out the hairdryer. I switched it on and blew the warm air on her head and shoulders which made her feel much better and more comfortable. I rubbed her hands and shoulders continuously until she felt better.
After a few minutes, she composed herself and quickly tied the towel around her body. These few minutes had given me enough time to get a close view of her lovely assets. She had a fabulous body. Her boobs looked magnificent as she tried to cover them with the towel.
I covered her legs with the other towel as she came back to her senses. I sat in front of her, pushed my hands in the towel, and pulled down her panties. She looked surprised, but she just raised her legs and body to help me further. I removed her panties and kept them aside.
I took her foot in my hands and rubbed both her feet one after the other. I moved slightly up to her legs, rubbing them for some time, making her feel more comfortable. I took the hairdryer and blew it on her legs and thighs and aimed it between her legs also.
I don’t know how she was feeling but I was enjoying being close to her. She said she felt much better now and asked me to stop. She kept thanking me profusely. I moved from that place to give her time to adjust the towel on her body and also make herself comfortable.
I ordered two cups of hot chocolate milk, pulled out a bathrobe, and the white bathroom slippers from the cupboard. I gave her the bathrobe and kept the slippers near the dressing table. I stood looking out from the balcony, giving her time to change into the bathrobe.
After a few minutes, she walked over and stood near me. She gave me a warm hug and thanked me for everything. We hugged for a few more seconds than I expected. I kept my hands on her back, enjoying her body’s closeness to my body.
I breathed on her neck, and she stayed there. But bloody hell, the bell rang. We separated from the hug, and just looked at each other. Not a word was spoken, but it had triggered all the passions between us. I answered the door, bringing in the hot chocolate I had ordered.
She asked me if she could speak to her parents as her mobile was down. I called my manager and asked him to give the phone to Sara’s parents. They spoke for a few minutes. But she did not inform them that she had not collected the keys nor that she was drenched and in my room.
We were standing looking at the rain and enjoying the hot chocolate. Then, she sat on the bed resting her back and sneaked underneath the bedspread, covering her entire body.
I asked her, “Are you ok or still feeling cold?”
She said, “I am good, but this bathrobe is very irritating.”
She put her cup of hot chocolate on the nightstand then removed her bathrobe. Her body was now only covered with the bedsheet. I was a little shocked by her actions. She was nude again. Was it an open invitation?
I looked at her and said, “What did you do that for?”
She said, “There is some itchy sensation and uneasy smell in that bathrobe, just can’t bear it.”
I thought for a moment and said, “Ok, then you take my t-shirt. I don’t know if my shorts will fit you.”
I pulled out a t-shirt and threw it at her. She grabbed it and wore it as I kept looking at her. I could see her boobs for a split second as she pushed the t-shirt down from her neck and boobs. She picked up her cup of hot chocolate, got down from the bed, and walked a few steps to stand beside me.
It was her attitude in that walk that made me notice her from top to bottom. The t-shirt was too big for her. It exposed her one shoulder completely. It also gave me a clear view of her lovely smooth, silky legs up to her upper thighs. Her tender boobs just stood out from the t-shirt.
She could not hide her inviting round nipples as I could not resist looking at them shamelessly. I turned the other side to look at the magnificent views from the balcony and told her, “Such a beautiful view in Bali with a lovely climate, hot chocolate, and a beautiful girl for company. What more can you ask from life?”
I turned towards her, her boobs clearly visible from the white t-shirt and her perky nipples poking out. She looked desirably fabulous without a drop of makeup on her face and her little wet hairs.
She stood, touching me, and said, “Let me correct you. You are in the company of a ravishing, incredibly sexy, almost nude girl and life can get much better.”
I turned towards her looking at her, her smile saying it all, words not required to describe what we both wanted. I kept my hands on her waist as I pulled her towards me and asked, “Will you tell me how life can get better?”
She moved closer, pressing her boobs on me, teasing me by curling her hairs in her fingers, and said, “You were very eager to make me ride today.”
I warmed my hands, moving them onto her waist. Looking into her burning eyes, I said, “So this beautiful, hot girl is ready to ride?”
She did not resist. She kept her one hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m standing with a stranger, wearing his clothes, his hands on my waist. And I allowed the stranger to remove my panty without a second thought. Any doubts Mr. Zed?”
I replied, “I love this attitude. Eager for this ride now. This stranger does not want to be a stranger anymore.”
She moved her body shamelessly closer to me and said, “This is almost close to my fantasy - to be with a stranger at a beautiful location, having the best time of my life.”
I said, “So how do you want to spend your best time?”
She moved close and said, “It depends on what the stranger has in store for me and what he expects from me.”
I pressed her body to mine, feeling her boobs against my chest. I said, “What if the stranger wants to pin down the other stranger on the bed for a lovely fuck?”
“On the bed, holding me on the door, on the balcony, holding me to the wall, I am just game for it.”
Her engaging sexual talk making me crazy for her now. I wanted to fuck this ravishing bitch now. All I want now is this crazy girl in my bed.
She shamelessly said, “While my parents relax in the other room, getting drilled standing against that closed door would be even more thrilling.”
Her fantasy was fascinating. I replied, “One part of the fantasy now and hopefully the second tonight.”
She said, “What is your plan for tonight?”
“Let’s make this moment special, leave the rest to me.”
As I moved my face towards her, she closed her eyes, offering me her delicious lips. I kissed her lips a few times. She responded by opening her lips, giving me space to suck them. Her desirable body turned hot with my touch.
I took her lower lip to suck it gently. My grip was firm on her waist. Her hands moved from my shoulders to my neck as we indulged in delicious, gentle kissing.
We moved inside and locked our lips again. This time, it was steamier, more sensual, and delicate.
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