Be sure she keeps her promise.

You struggle in the shower to keep your hands away from your straining cock, but somehow manage, saving to soap it down. You even cool off the water to help tame your erection, taking deep breaths as you watch your cock slowly droop. You dry off, careful not to think too much about your girlfriend's proclivities before moving toward the door. As you open the door, Sarah steps out wearing a sweater that hugs her chest tightly. It seems to stretch the fabric, giving you a good view of her cleavage, and you can't help but stare.

"Oh fuck," you grunt as you feel your erection come back up. Sarah grins and gives her tits a shake, licking her lips.

"Anything you want," she reminds you. "After the meeting, though," she adds. Even you chuckle as you both realize that you still have to work.

"I'm going to hold you to that," you tell her as you make your way down the stairs.

"After this meeting, you can hold anything you want," she says.

"I'm not going to be thinking straight in the meeting," you whisper. You can almost feel a Chesire cat grin cross Sarah's face as she pauses.

"Maybe it's in the office's best interest if I suck your cock off right now," Sarah whispers. "I hope you like the idea of me on the stairs with my fat tits bouncing off my chest while I suck you off like some sort of demented, orally obsessed music writer."

"Fuck," you groan and fight the urge to reach out and grope those tits.

She grins. "After the meeting," she reminds you. "Although I'm good with not actually fucking for a few days. Let's get down there. I'll take off the bra after. I can tell you're already thinking about these udders bouncing around while you have your way with them." You grunt and she glances at the now-tenting bulge in your pants. "Sorry," she whispers.

She heads down to the meeting, and you realize as you watch her go that you've forgotten your laptop. As you move upstairs, you nearly run into Emily, who is looking at you with surprise. As she looks down she notices your bulge, but doesn't avert her eyes. "I guess you and Sarah are having a good time," she teases, laughing and shaking her head. You take in Emily's body quickly, your eyes lingering on her smaller, though incredibly perky breasts. "Oh, comparing already?" she asks, laughing, though she doesn't seem offended. "I come up way short there," she says, cupping her breasts. "Damn its cute to see you together," she says, her eyes glancing down once more. She excuses herself and slips past you, the contact just necessary enough that you can't gauge its intention. You run into your room and grab your computer before heading downstairs.

You sit next to Sarah, and Beth begins handing out folders. "From Thomas," she announces, and given your state of mind, you are unsurprised to find your eyes lingering on her bra-clad breasts for just a moment before gently taking the folder from her hand. Beth glances at Sarah and smiles at you before sighing. "Which means we might have an impossibly boring task, or an unbelievably strange one."

"Or both," Sarah sighs, shaking her head. Thomas is the publisher, and he has moments where he is a cold hard business man, and then moments where he is like a little kid. When he throws parties, you prefer the latter, but often enough, his whimsy gets into work, forcing you all into a weird situation.

"And.. open," Beth sighs. With a flurry of activity, everyone opens their folder and reads. You are about to say “scavenger hunt?” when Sarah moans. “Fucking scavenger hunt? What the fuck are we going to find here?” You can't ignore the way Sarah's breast bounce under her shirt as she leans back in her chair, and as you know now how they would look if you lifted the hem, you struggle to contain your excitement. You imagine her fleshy breasts working to escape the bra even now.

"Well, at least... nope. This is just weird. The good news is that he wants us to break up into teams. John and Sarah can go get work done and then fuck like bunnies while Beth and I go get our work done." It seems to you for just a moment that Emily leaves something in the air, and you're sure you're not the only one who's noticed. You all laugh, though, and the moment is gone quickly enough that no one says anything.

Sarah continues reading. "Wow. John and I are together. Our team has to find a good lunch place, and a good art theater. We get to choose the dinner. You guys have to find the best musicians in town, and the best periodical publisher. We've got until 5 o'clock to get this done. Then we'll each review the others finding tomorrow.”

"Do you think Thomas knew? About you two hooking up?" Beth asks, teasingly. Sarah surprisingly blushes.

"Fuck you," she says without conviction, and even shyly.

"Holy shit! Emily. I made Sarah blush!" Emily looks and laughs, and Sarah's crimson deepens.

"It's not the first time," Sarah says in her defense, and while she seems to have meant it to cut the shock and reaction, Beth pauses, her mouth open. A strange look comes over Beth's face, and she looks at Sarah thoughtfully.

"No, it isn't," she says, almost as if remembering. The room goes quiet as no one knows what to say. "Let's get to it then," Emily offers, doing her best to ignore the awkward silence as you nod and begin cleaning up folders. You hand everybody their folder and go up to your room to pack away your laptop and grab a few things.

Sarah enters behind you. You turn to see her looking shyly at you and you grin. "You wrote a review for this right?" Sarah asks, handing you her phone. It's a new, sloppily put together art film from somewhere just outside of Cleveland. You panned it in the magazine." You nod, surprised at the question.

"Yeah." Sarah nods.

"Cool. It's playing at this art theater in town. If we go and see it, you'll get a good idea of the theater for your review before its dark and you can use me as your toy. Or we could see something else and watch it together like a normal working couple. I'm honestly fine with either. But I did promise," she says, closing the door behind her, "that you could do anything you wanted to me all week. And we're not leaving for an hour. See what happens when you eat a girl's pussy so well?" she asks.

"John, what did you want from your new girlfriend this morning?"