Mexican

“I like Mexican. There's a better chance for a light dish. I'm a bit wonky after traveling,” you offer. Emily nods.

“That's a good point,” she says. “We can try for the Italian tomorrow night.”

“Yeah. Plus the wine would just go right to my head,” Sarah tells you.

“That was easy,” Emily says, and you all chuckle. You all hear Beth's door close, and your boss makes her way down the stairs. She is dressed in a tight pair of leggings, and you almost hear Emily's gasp as Beth's long legs carry her down the stairs. Her legs are smooth and supple looking under the tight pants, and she's wearing a rather loose-fitting top. It's cream colored, setting against her pale skin well. The top's neck is not really near her neck, and while loose looking, it is well constructed, moving airily while maintaining its structure. Beth gives a casual grin as you all watch her, and it doesn't take long with the shifting cloth to realize Beth is not wearing a bra.

“We picked Mexican while you were getting a shower,” Sarah tells her as the three women begin to gather their things. John broke the tie.” Beth looks at you for a moment.

“I trust his decisions,” she says, and she winks at you after Sarah's turned away.

You smile at Beth, and she returns it with a small smile of her own. Her face, like the rest of her, is slender, though her features are not angular. It very often runs counter to your knowledge of her as an older woman, and the demure smile and looks she's given you tonight certainly don't dissuade you from that thinking of her as somehow younger. Beth follows Emily and Sarah as the latter two lead the way, and you take up the rear. Your eyes linger on Beth's ass, her long legs ending (or beginning, you realize, depending on your view) in a tight, heart shaped package. Everyone in the office has talked about Beth's body as petite, but seeing how proportional it is in the tights and shirt makes you appreciate her figure all the more. The view of her ass helps you realize, grinning to yourself. You reach down as you get to the door and whisper “Shhh,” as quietly as you can as your hand finds her left ass cheek.

Beth stiffens, but remains quiet, and you can feel her attention shift solely to you. Surprised at the feeling, you lean in and gently kiss her left earlobe before releasing her. Beth looks ahead and strides forward behind Sarah and Emily. As you get to the car, Sarah looks to Beth. “Do you need the front seat?” Beth smiles.

“No, it only tends to happen during the day or with a lot of light. I'll sit in the back so we can share the wealth. Emily, you're going to drive, right? Since you know your way around?” Emily nodded.

“Thought I might, yeah,” Emily says, glancing at Beth with a strange look. “John? You good to sit in back?” You nod, realizing that Beth will be sitting next to you. You clamber into the car to see Beth next to you, smiling gently. Emily makes all of her checks and looks in the rear view mirror. She gives you a quick smile as she looks behind her, then pulls out onto the road. The moment you pull out of the driveway, Sarah begins pushing the radio, looking for good music, despising ninety percent of it. She actually stops on a talk radio station. Beth gives a tinkling laugh and you look over with a grin on your face.

Beth has pulled the right side of her loose-fitting top out of the way of her pert breast. Your eyes go wide, but you feel relatively calm as you take in your boss's tit. It's as small as you felt, you realize, a visible, perky bump with a pale, small hard nipple jutting from the exposed breast. She glances at you with a curious look, visibly swallowing. Somehow you assume she's seeking your approval, and you smile gently and nod. That seems to be enough for Beth, and she nods back, slowly and delicately pushing the fabric back over her tit. You search in vain for her hard nipple pressing against he fabric; the arrangement of cloth seems specifically built to hide her chest.

“We're almost to the restaurant,” Emily announces, and both you and Emily jerk forward. Sarah is still listening to the station she's settled on, an independent radio station with lots of local acts. You're sure some are from Boston given your proximity, but your mind is a bit too distracted to place any music with any artists. Beth continues giving you sideways glances, and you finally look back at her. Beth's hands are at her sides, and you stare at the pale skin between her breasts. Beth makes no move to cover up, and when you look at her, her mouth is slightly open.

“We're here!!” Sarah suddenly exclaims. “Thank fuck. I'd love a long burrito filled with cream right about now!” Even you and Beth, caught in the moment, chuckle, which you are sure helps the cover of you staring at your boss's chest. You both get out of the car quickly, hoping to avoid an awkward moment. As you file into the restaurant you again come behind Beth, who is behind Emily and Sarah. Without even thinking about it, your hand grips her left ass cheek again, and Beth stiffens once more. You lean in, but rather than kiss her, you whisper “My hand is finding its new home.” Beth's breathing catches, but she nods, and you are just able to make out the “yes sir,” she responds with, sending your cock into an instant erection. You slide your hand down, feeling your heart pump in your chest as she strides in.

The woman who is seating people is a young Latina woman, and is drop dead gorgeous. Her slightly round face is split by a huge, white smile, and a slight accent edges the “Welcome to Casa de comida” she offers as the four of you sit inside. “Four?” she asks, gripping the menus. The motion causes her breasts to draw your attention. Your eyes widen as you watch them shake in the confines of her bra, made visible to you by the four undone buttons in the top of her shirt. They obviously are real, pushing forward, and your eyes are glued to them before she turns around quickly to lead you to your table. You give Beth a few more gropes on her tight ass, switching sides, and loving how firm her rear is. Sarah and Emily take the two booth seats, while you and Beth sit in chairs opposite of them. Beth sits on your left, and without hesitation your hand subtly shifts to Beth's side. As she reaches for your hand to hold it, you push it gently out of the way and lightly squeeze the top of her thigh. Beth glances over at you for just a moment, but makes no move to stop, instead pulling both her hands to the menu and letting you take your fill of her well toned leg. Her face gives no evidence of your gentle squeezes, and you all order. Sarah's breasts compete with the hostess's in terms of your attention.

Your seat is directly opposite your most well-endowed coworker, and you can't keep your eyes off of her breasts. The edge of the table seems to bisect them, and the top part of her fleshy chest spills over just slightly onto the table, creating a pleasant sight for your stares. Sarah makes no notice (or, more likely, refuses to care) of your stare, but Emily catches you and mouths “What the fuck?” though she's trying not to laugh. You glance at Beth, whose thigh you are still massaging, and she returns your look with something that might be a smile. Taking it a sign to continue you pull back on your grip, barely letting your fingertips touch her as they run up her thigh toward her hip. Beth shifts, but carefully leaves your hand brushing her body. You let your hand fall to your side as the waitress comes up.

“Everyone ready to order?” she asks. She's slightly shorter than you are, and slim. You're sure it's your state of mind, but you immediately give her a quick once over, from her black hair to her big, dark eyes, and the slight protrusion in her shirt that favors Emily in terms of comparable size among your companions. You glance to Emily's chest while your coworker orders before looking down at your own menu, trying to get out of the habit before it becomes an issue. You all make your orders as another group sits next to you. Given the proximity of the tables you're actually **** to shift closer, and Beth gives you a quick look and that half-smile. You're also afforded a much shorter reach to your boss's leg, and as your fingers move, you slowly slide them to the inside of her thigh. You glance at her with a look that you hope means to keep it down, but you continue a conversation with Emily as your fingers move slowly toward her inner thigh. You stop after a moment, talking to Emily and Sarah, and as they move on, you glance at Beth. Beth looks at you and almost imperceptibly and nods. You even feel her leg slightly move toward you, forcing your fingers down her thighs. Her face remains expressionless as she maneuvers your fingers closer to the top of her leg, organizing her napkin and silverware before engaging Emily about the Italian restaurant you'd mentioned earlier.

“So is that authentic?” Beth asks? “Or just really good food.” Emily leans in and they begin a spirited conversation. You look to Sarah, who is drumming out a beat with her silverware. Your eyes again find her full breasts. This time, she's moved them to rest on top the table, and you pull your eyes to her face before you embarrass yourself. Luckily Sarah's eyes are closed. You lightly shift your hand further to the inside of Beth's thigh as you consider talking to Sarah.