Mexican sounds good

You all pile into the car, and Emily drives for about fifteen minutes to a small plaza. Sarah lets you steal some glances at her cleavage as you two clasp hands. Two restaurants bookend some smaller shops but you pull into a space in front of “Casa de comida.” As you get out of the car, Sarah comes behind the car to hold your hand. She almost looks shy as she glances at you, seeming to ask if its okay. You smile at her, surprised at her reticence until she leans up and whispers “I have an idea when we get in there.” You nod, and follow Beth and Emily into the restaurant. As they go in before you, you hold the door for your new girlfriend. As she walks in, you grope her curvy ass, squeezing her right cheek with a firm grip. Sarah jumps, and you wish you'd seen her tits jiggling in her v-neck, but realize you'll likely have many opportunities.

The restaurant is dimly lit, which should make any subtle moves under the table easier to hide, you figure, and you are more able to give Beth and Emily a once over. Beth's blouse is loose and billowy; it hides her slim, slender figure, while Emily's pulled on a tight-form fitting shirt, highlighting the curves of her perky breasts while her shorts are snug as well, leaving the flare of her hips and her taut posterior ripe for your eyes. Sarah remains in front of you so you know she hasn't seen you ogling your other coworkers. The hostess who greets you is obviously Latina, and even in the dim light you can tell how gorgeous she is. Her attire seems to be the same as the other employees, but the black button up shirt she wears is undone from the top four buttons, exposing a red lace bra that is full of golden flesh. You can't begin to estimate the size of the woman's ample breasts, but as you're being led to the table, Sarah grips your hand firmly. “Did you see those?” Sarah asks needlessly her voice an urgent whisper. “They're huge.” Unsure what to say, you glance down at Sarah's pale flesh.

“Yours are bigger,” you whisper back. Sarah grins and shrugs. You realize you're being seated when you both suddenly stop moving forward. The hostess waits for you to be seated, then leans over and whispers in Sarah's ear. Sarah's eyes go wide and the hostess winks at you as she wanders to the front of the store. Sarah leans in as you sit next to her. “She says her tits are bigger than mine,” she whispers to you. “She heard us talking about her tits. And that she liked that you were looking.” Your head spins a bit as you all order your drinks and a bowl of tortilla chips with some salsa falls beside you. Emily immediately dips her chip in the salsa and begins raving about it. Sarah grips your hand under the table. “It's okay that you looked,” Sarah whispers. “I did, too,” she giggles. “I think she just wanted to let us know she could hear us.”

That seems to be all Sarah wants to hear, and when the drinks arrive, you realize you missed that everyone had ordered margaritas. The hostess brings back the drinks bending over between Emily and Beth as you and Sarah glance at her deep, dark cleavage. Her tits are obviously natural, struggling against the confines of her bra as you watch them undulate. Sarah drains her margarita and orders another as she watches the hostess (Maria, you read on her name tag when your eyes get tired of looking at the young woman's tits). You reach down to her leg as the food comes out, and struggle to hide a grin as she lets your hand massage her thigh freely. Emily and Beth are laughing as they share stories and Sarah sighs as she has some very good food. You all realize that your orders are great, from the burrito you ordered to the slow-cooked pork meal that Emily had in front of her. Beth's salad, she said, was amazing, and you wonder if she works that hard to keep her figure that slender. You make a note to ask her later as you turn your attention to Sarah. She's on her third margarita, and while you're sure the drinks aren't as strong as they could be, Sarah obviously is a bit drunk. She leans in as you gently touch her arm and kisses your cheek. “You're awesome,” she says a bit more loudly than she normally speaks. Beth laughs. “And I have to go do something,” she says. She pushes away from the chair and makes her way toward the restroom.

“I don't know if you know,” Emily says suddenly. “But Sarah is an incredibly horny sober person. She's an absolute nympho when she's drunk. I only know because she has told me, and I helped her home one night.” Emily blushes slightly at the last, but refuses any questions. “I just thought you should know,” she says, and gives you a slight grin. Beth slaps Emily's arm lightly, but you find their warnings prescient as Sara comes back, her small nipples poking through her shirt as her huge breasts quiver freely under her t-shirt. Emily's eyes go wide as she watches her coworker's bra-less tits shake. Sarah takes her seat and begins eating as if nothing has changed. You fight the urge to gently cup the breast closest to you, finding yourself turned on despite the public nature of Sarah's display. Or maybe because of it. Beth and Emily finish their meal, and you all eat in silence, enjoying the meal. You all split the drinks, and you cover half of Sarah's drink costs. Sarah slurs “I'll find a way to repay you later,” she whispers, actually quietly enough that no one else hears.

As you finish up, Emily and Beth do their best to help you get Sarah out to the car without too much noise. As the hostess says goodnight, you see a smile playing at her lips. She catches your eye and gives her tight cleavage a good shake. “Maybe another time, miss,” she says laughing, “we can talk about our shared qualifications.” Sarah's eyes narrow as she makes her way to the door. You all get back into the car, and Sarah is not sloppy drunk, you realize. Her natural state lacks a lot of inhibitions; drinking removes a few of the pesky ones. As you buckle your seat belt, a rustle precedes a splash of fabric in your lap. You gently reach down and realize that Sarah has thrown her bra into your lap. She leans in, and as Emily and Beth engage in conversation she whispers “you can keep it. Leave it in your room after we're done,” she says softly. “Did you like your surprise?” she asks.

“What are you two doing back there?” Beth asks, her tone accusatory.

“Nothing fun yet!” Sarah says. “Are you looking for a show?”

“Oh my god!” Emily says, laughing. “Let's just get home, okay?” You all laugh but you glance at Sarah and watch her pull gently at her shirt, sending her freed tits waving across her chest.

“Yeah,” Sarah says, watching your eyes follow her big breasts. “Let's get back to the house.”