Lunch first.. Then fun

Sarah pouts a bit, but nods. "Probably for the best. I do want to take my time with you later. We'll have a cup of coffee here, and then check out one or two of those places." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "I'll keep these on the table for you." She leans back, her breasts slowly pulling back slightly, but she leaves them up as she drinks her coffee. She smacks her lips, then looks you in the eye. "Not sure I got enough cream in here," she says evenly. Her tongue dips into the cup, and she grins as she sees you react. "I'll get some in my next cup," she says, shrugging. She glances up at you and her smile widens. "Left or right?" She laughs again as you react.

"I'll stop," she offers. You both chat, and after a while you notice yourself staring at Sarh's big breasets only once or twice a minute, rather than the constant glare. You two have a lovely chat about music and film, and you both gush about a few of your favorite soundtracks. The coffee is good, and you splurge on a pastry that you split. Sarah's hand reaches out after a few moments, and without thought yours covers it. You both grin and take in the tender moment. You look down at your watch, and realize you've spent an hour drinking coffee and talking.

"Oh shit," Sarah says. "Let's go find that lunch spot. Should we invite Beth and Emily?" You're taken aback, but she gives you a sly look. "To lunch. Not to the bedroom." You shake your head but then she shrugs. "Although I'm not opposed," she offers. This time, the tone shifts to a more neutral, less teasing moment. It passes, but she does give you a hungry once over that makes you think twice about the idea.

"Yeah. Let them know we're ahead of the game." Sarah nods. "And then we can look at that theater, get a sense of the vibe so I can write the review tonight with some authenticity." Sarah grins. "Do you want to watch the movie?" She leans forward this time, smashing her soft breasts against the table and forcing some of her flesh to spill out over the top.

"Depends," you say, completely failing to not look at her impressive bust. "Are you offering a different sort of show?" Sarah grins, seemingly delighted you are playing along.

"You can consider me on demand this afternoon," she purrs, and your mouth suddenly goes dry. You reach for your coffee cup and almost swear when you see it's empty. "Let's get to lunch," she says. She leaves enough money for you both. You reach for your wallet and she shakes her head. "Oh no. This one's on me. I've never had such a wonderful time over a cup of coffee," she says. You don't argue, and Sarah grins.

"You're going to let me pay?" she asks. At first you're concerned, but you shrug. She nods. "Cool. Most guys are all 'I've got to pay.' No control issues?" You grin and shake your head, a bit confused. You've worked with Sarah long enough to know she can handle it.

"Not that I know of," you say. As you walk out of the cafe and toward some of the eateries, she leans against you. You both find yourselves finding ways to brush up against each other as you walk, your arm over her shoulder at times, at her hip at others. She hums appreciatively when you either grope her round ass or brush your fingers against the top of her breast.

When you arrive at the plaza, you find four different locations that catch your attention. One is a German place specializing in Wurst, which you recognize as a type of sausage. You imagine Emily would know exactly what that was about. They also have a lot of beer, about which Sarah elbows you. "I'm a fun drunk," she teases.

Just next door is a sandwich shop, with the Italian submarines you grew up on. You can feel yourself building up an argument, but you're not sure it's everyone's thing, so you just mark it as an option. Sarah agrees with the idea of giving you some talking points, but you can tell she's not really into the sandwich.

The next element is an Asian noodle place. It seems quick, given the turnaround, and the smell as you wander up is pretty impressive. While most places like this one haven't been to your taste, the enthusiasm of the customers makes you wonder if you just haven't had good experiences. Sarah, on the other hand is over the moon. "I love these," she tells you. "Fell in love with them when I covered a band in San Francisco. Nice little hole in the wall place. Great night," she sighs. You give her a sly glance and she shrugs. "I may have had some fun at the concert, you perv," she says. "But the noodle bowls are worth it."

The last option is a taco stand. You both realize you've been avoiding sit down places, but Sarah shrugs. "We can pitch it as a quick lunch option in a town that's fun to walk around in," she says. "I think tacos should be on the menu." You can't really argue the logic, and the taco stand is smelling amazing.