No. Just take a deep breath, change, and go downstairs.

You decide to take a deep breath, close the door and change, though you are tempted as you pull off our pants to give yourself a quick stroke. Shaking your head to clear it, you get dressed, and by the time you are finished, you feel a lot less tense. You scan the room, grab your toothbrush and quickly freshen up. By the time you head downstairs, your three coworkers are already there.

Beth made a quick wardrobe change into a t-shirt, and some tight, ass hugging jeans. Her physique somehow catches you off guard. She's slender, and her legs are long and sleek in the jeans, even in her very comfy looking sneakers. The blue shirt doesn't cling to her, but if she shifts, you get a glimpse of her small, bra-clad breast pushing against the fabric before being swallowed by the causal top. Your eyes linger maybe a second too long on her taut ass, and you sigh as you steel yourself for a day full of fantasies about your boss either hungrily climbing atop you after a day at the office, offering her small chest to you while she rides, or sinking to her knees to reward you for a particularly good story. You shake your head, turning to Sarah to help clear it.

The mistake is as colossal as Sarah's tits. They are stretching the fabric of her shirt thin, and while the bra inside is the same rich brown as the shirt, you can see some of the skin atop her massive chest poking through the pulled cloth. As your eyes linger, she shifts innocuously, grabbing her phone and charger and throwing it into her purse, a smaller number than the one she came in with. The resulting shake of her chest sends her big left breast colliding into her right with waves of flesh shimmying over her chest. You swallow a groan as you watch her tits shake before taking a deep breath and turning to Emily.

Emily's blonde hair just brushes the top of her shirt, a pale blue sleeveless blouse that she's left unbuttoned at the top. You see no place on her back where the band of a bra would be pressing, and you swallow as she leans over to look at something on Sarah's phone, exposing most of her pert right breast. Somehow, the tip of her exposed flesh remains covered, but her firm boob shakes as she stands back up and catches your eye. She bites her lower lip for the briefest of moments and pulls down on the bottom of her shirt, glancing down at her left breast as she does so. Your eyes follow hers to see her nipple pushing against the fabric and then she releases the shirt, hiding her stiff tip from your view and shrugging before leaning over again to glance at another restaurant on Sarah's phone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Beth offering her phone with a twinkle in her eye. "You might stay out of more trouble looking at the phone," she says, though there is no malice in it. Despite that, you feel your face flush as you glance at her phone.

"We've narrowed it down to three choices, unless you want to throw another one in the ring to make this particularly complicated. Oddly enough, there's one vote for each," Beth adds. Sarah giggles. "Sarah wants the Burger place. Emily says they're really good burgers and have really good beer. The next place is Italian, and it's Emily's suggestion. Great food, good wine, a bit nicer, so we might have to dress up. She glances at you and Sarah. Well, we would. Emily seems to have dressed for it already." Emily flips Beth off, and your boss chuckles. "I saw this Mexican place and thought it'd be fun. Maybe a bit lighter after the long day. Either way, after we eat, we need to hit the grocery store. So, do you have any opinions about dinner?" Beth asks blandly.

You glance at Sarah who shrugs. She seems genuinely apathetic. Emily won't meet your eyes, but her fingers linger at the lapel of her shirt, tugging subtly to expose more of her perfect breast. Beth glances at you with a smile. "Oh yeah, your job rests on the decision," she says. You sputter. Beth is not much of a joker, but everyone is soon laughing.

"Nice," Sarah says, still laughing.