Argue for the noodle bowl.

You're feeling a bit more adventurous, and you're pretty certain you won't have to work too hard to get Sarah on board. "I think I'm good with the noodle bowls," you say, trying to make it seem that you're not trying to suck up.

Sarah looks up at you with an overly suspicious face. "Are you just saying that to get on my good side?" she says, her voice a bit terse. She keeps the look on her face as she leans in. "Because pretty much the only side you haven't gotten is the inside." Your breathing quickens and Sarah leans back, stifling a chuckle. "Seriously, though, are you sure?" You shrug.

"I'm willing to bet that a lot of my bad experiences were circumstantial," you tell her. "And you seem to really like them. I'm willing to bet I'm just missing something." Sarah giggles.

"That's a lot of gymnastics to suck up to your girlfriend," she quips, wrapping her arm around yours. "I think we'll be fine." You start to try and argue that you weren't, but sigh as you walk toward the cashier at the counter. The cashier is a younger woman, probably in her very early twenties, and looks as bored as you would behind the cash register of a noodle stand. She glances at you, and you realize how obvious over the years your own glances and stares have been as the cashier, a blonde whose name tag reads "Cindy," looks directly at Sarah's big breasts. She looks up immediately, and glances at you. Luckily, you've already pulled your eyes up from her name tag (and modest chest).

"Can I help you?" she asks, her tone bored. She is, you notice, making a determined effort to keep her eyes up. You wonder if Sarah even notices everyone staring at her, given how often it must happen. You try to make a resolution to yourself to keep your eyes on your girlfriend's face, but she leans over on the counter, and both you and Cindy are given a view of her full breasts as they wobble inside the completely flimsy bra. Cindy's eyes get lost for a moment, and Sarah reaches to grab your hand. She squeezes it softly as she lets Cindy take her fill of your girlfriend's cleavage.

Sarah stands up, letting her breasts jiggle slightly before settling on her chest. "The best test for a new noodle place is how they handle the ramen," she says authoritatively. You glance at her and notice she's staring directly at Cindy, a half smile on her face. "So Cindy? How do they handle it? Is it worth my time to order ramen from this place?" You watch, eyes widening as Sarah pushes her upper arms into the sides of her tits, deepening the valley of flesh. Cindy's mouth opens, and for a second long enough that she knows you both saw her. Her face flushes.

"I... uh, think you'll enjoy it, miss," she mutters, completely shaken. Sarah pulls her arms away, and her tits fall again, quivering over her chest.

"I'll take you at your word," Sarah responds. "One bowl of the miso ramen for me, and one bowl of that yaki udon for my friend here," she says, gesturing toward you. Cindy nods, ringing up the order. As you pay for lunch, you realize Cindy is a bit off her game.

"Thank you ma'am... Um, miss. Sir." she says, still blushing.