Couch

Emily gives you a suspicious look as you respond, but you nod eagerly. She raises an eyebrow. "Why the couch?" she asks. Her hand finds yours as you continue walking.

"You said I could spend all day with your tits," you say quietly. "And that means we'd be by ourselves. No one else watching, no one interrupting. A good movie on. I could lean over and kiss your cheek whenever I wanted." You lean over as you say it and kiss her cheek, loving the soft skin. Your lips feel them tighten into a smile, and you let your lips linger near her face for a moment. "Or your neck," you add, and you pull her hair out of the way to gently brush your lips on the nape of her neck. Emily gasps, and you wonder if she's going to push you away, given the public space, but she sighs deeply and leans into you.

You don't illustrate physically the next point, but you see the scene unfolding in your mind as you describe it. "And as I'm nibbling on some parts of you, you know where my hand will be," you tell her. Emily sighs, a wonderfully content sound that makes your heart race.

"I hope squeezing my firm tit," Emily breathes in response.

"May I take it out?" you ask, and you're once again amazed how intoxicating Emily has become. Emily's hand tightens around yours.

"You want my tit out while we're watching a movie together?" Emily asks as your lips find her neck again.

"Yes," you breathe. Emily nods as your hand creeps up her arm.

"I won't be watching the movie for long if you're playing with my breast," she whispers back. Your mind is in overdrive, and you nod in response.

"I'd rather watch you anyway," you agree. Emily nods. She opens her eyes and looks around, and she's wearing an evil sort of grin.

"You know, for someone who doesn't want us to do this in public...." she lets her voice trail off, and you pull slowly away. At least three people are outright staring at your sudden intimate moment and a few have taken clear paths around you. You both look at each other and stifle a laugh, redness flushing your cheeks. "I do have a compromise," she whispers.

"Oh?" you ask as you both start walking toward the grill, a much more conscious space between you two.

"I really want to wear that crop top and skirt on the couch. Maybe then I can get you out to the club with me." You feel your mouth dry slightly and you smile. Emily giggles, a triumphant sound as you make your way to the burger joint. You separate well before with a start, as you both remember at the same time that neither of your coworkers know you are together.

Beth and Sarah have already gotten a table when you arrive, and you and Emily slide into the two chairs opposite them. Sarah sits across from you, and despite your fascination with Emily, Sarah's heavy breasts wobbling even slightly draw your eye.

"Smells great in here," Emily says. "Are we drinking tonight?"