Look for lunch

Beth and Emily wave at you both as they walk down the street, holding up their phones and using local maps to figure out where they might find the publication before moving on to tracking down the musicians. As they wander toward their goal, Sarah looks at you with a grin.

"You like the bra?" she asks. You glance at her chest. "It's a compromise. You wanted to see my tits bouncing around, but I wanted some cover. These things are nice and comfy, but nowhere near as uplifting," she points out. You can't help but glance at her shirt, and you realize that while the bra pulls her breasts together, they don't hold them up well at all. "My tits sag a bit," she offers. "I hope that's not a problem," she teases. You fight the urge to grope her in the street as you stare at her chest. She grins. "Let's find a few things on our to do list before I get to you," she quips and turns to walk down the sidewalk. About fifteen feet later, she turns around.

"I have no idea where anything is in this town," she says suddenly. You both laugh as you catch up, and your hand wraps over her shoulder, draping slightly. She leans into you and whispers suddenly. "Yes, I'd love you to casually grope my breast. But we're working," she teases. She does add a bit of a bounce in her stop, and you groan as the tops of her soft tit brushes against your finger. "That better?" she asks, her voice dripping with sexual joy. You fight the urge to push your hand down, instead nodding.

"What do you think a good lunch place has?" you ask, doing your determined best to get work done. You try to put yourself in the competitive mind, hoping to complete your tasks before Emily and Beth get theirs done.

"A quiet booth so I can blow you while you eat," Sarah replies, looking up and kissing you quickly on the cheek. You grunt, your memory of your girlfriend's ability and appetite still fresh in your mind. "I imagine your hand will find its way to my boob while you eat your sandwich." You glance at her and she grins. "Oh, it's just fun getting you worked up," she laughs. You can't disagree and join her in chuckling.

You wander around the town for a while, glancing into some restaurants. The downtown is a surprisingly lively place, and you smell some fresh baked goods before Sarah's eyes go wide. “Oh, wow. Look at that little café!” You follow her gaze and see a few tables outside of the restaurant. One is full, a young man and woman sipping at two small mugs, while the others are empty. People are at work, you realize, and you pull back for a fuller look. The restaurant itself looks nice enough from the outside, but the tempered glass prevents you from seeing in. Sarah seems really excited, though, and you follow her over as she makes her way. You steal glances of her curvy ass as she walks, and you take a deep breath to steal yourself as you move toward the very public outdoor restaurant.

As Sarah pushes the door open, you hear the faint chime of a bell, and you are greeted by a young woman who cheerily says "Hello!" She's about as tall as you are, and slender, though any curves are likely hidden by a baggy polo shirt and the apron. The apron is covered with what looks to be coffee and something yellow; your first thought is mustard, but it's hard to tell with everything on it.

"What can I get for you?" Sarah's excitement boils over, and you find yourself shocked as she rushes up and orders coffe and a sandwich. She chats the waitress up for a moment. You realize as you glance at the menu, that Sarah is gaining a whole lot of information about the town, and doing so quickly. As the waitress, whose name is Faith, hands Sarah her scone, Sarah has three restaurants to choose from. Sarah grins happily. "I love coffee," she sighs as she takes a sip. "And I love having a boyfriend who knows that," she winks. "I still can't believe you showed up with a cup yesterday morning," she muses. "Was the reward worth it?" You pause and she grins. "I don't blow every guy that brings me coffee," she whispers conspiratorially. She pauses for a moment, counting on her fingers. "Nope, not every one," she confirms, sending another wink your way. You can't help but laugh.

"After we're done with our snack, you wanna go pick a lunch place and fool around?" As she asks, Sarah leans back, reaches under her breasts and lays them gently on the table. They splay out, spreading slightly, though the bra stops the progression across the table. You take a shaky hand and sip your coffee.

"What are the options for lunch?" you ask, doing your best to keep control of your eyes and hands. Sarah grins as she watches your eyes follow her soft breasts as they wobble gently on the table.

"I don't think lunch is what you really want, John. Do you want to take a break from working?" She sips at her coffee once more and lets her cleavage shimmy on the table in front of you. "I admit, there is something to be said for getting everything out of the way, too. I'll let you make the call," she says playfully. "Fun now? Or later?"