No. Watch Emily instead.

Your eyes peel away from your boss and move to Emily's ass as she digs in the refrigerator, pulling out a dozen eggs and a gallon of milk. She bends over after she sets the milk and eggs on the counter, and you're fairly certain she knows you're watching. Her ass tightens against the longer shorts, and you can see the rounded contours push against the loose cloth. You almost feel your mouth water. When she stands up with a handful of vegetables and some chopped ham are in her hands, and she's holding them just below her breasts. “It's cold in that fridge,” she says. Your eyes immediately find that her nipples are even more prominent against her shirt. She shifts so you have a profile view while she makes short work of the onions, peppers, and mushrooms. The whole time, her breast shakes in her shirt, unhindered by the bra and your eye follows it, trying to burn each shake and move into your brain. Emily glances at you and rolls her eyes, checking behind you to glance at Beth.

“You are such a pervert,” she whispers. She stops chopping and dumps the vegetables into a bowl, setting the knife down to turn to you. Without a warning, she pulls the hem of her shirt up and over her left breast, letting you get a nice look before letting the shirt fall again, hanging loosely. Emily turns and bends again, looking for a pot. Your eyes get another great show as she shakes her ass subtly, and you realize that your eyes are following every move her taut rear makes. So engrossed are you that you actually let out a high-pitched yelp when Beth whispers “she has a great ass” in your ear. Emily spins around with an omelet pot in her hand. You take a deep breath and look at Beth, who is sweating. Your eyes glance to her chest, her small, firm looking tits well outlined by her sweaty sports bra. You glance back at Emily, who rolls her eyes.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Emily says to Beth, setting the omelet pan down. “What were you yelling about?” You glare at Beth, who seems oblivious to your eyes straying, even momentarily, to the sports bra as it clings to her modest breasts. Beth's nipples are incredibly hard as she talks to Emily. You glance back over at Emily who is listening intently to your boss, though you can see her nipples, too hard against her shirt and as she catches your eye, she grins, indicating that the cold might not be the reason.

“I think someone really likes the extra work you've been putting in to keep your body so fit,” she says, laughing. “I'm going to go shower. Do you think you can keep an eye on John here? I don't really need him peeping in on me while I bathe.” Emily gives you a sneer.

“You fucking pervert,” she says, and her tone is angry. She pulls down her shirt as if to cover her taut ass, but the real effect is that it pulls right around Emily's perfect, pert tits, and her cool nipples spike through the fabric, leaving very little to the imagination. Beth pulls back a bit at Emily's anger.

“Look, Em, I think I might have misread him.” Emily lets the shirt go and leans over gently to let the fabric fall away, giving you a good view of her cleavage as Emily takes a shallow breath, cutting Beth off.

“Oh no, I think this pervert's probably been staring at all of us. I'll take care of him,” she says.

“You two just figure this out before I get out of the shower. We have to work together.” Beth stalks upstairs, and Emily laughs as she glances at you. As she hears the bathroom door close she saunters over to you and grabs your hand. You start to say something, but your lips stop moving as hers find them, her tongue already darting out to poke at your bottom lip. You feel her drag your hand to her tight ass, and squeeze her left cheek gently. She pulls away, and you can feel her quick breath on your neck. “Couldn't resist staring? People might get the right idea,” she teases.

She pushes her breasts into your chest and you feel yourself stiffen even further. Emily kisses your neck and you can't help but push a hand between you both, and you feel her smile against you. “Already taking me up on my offer?” she says, and she steps away. You hesitate for a half-second before Emily gasps while you grope both of her breasts through her shirt, lewdly displaying your desire for her. She doesn't seem to mind, watching your hands gently bend and distort her flesh under the cloth. When you pull away, her nipples stand even more firmly against the shirt. She steps forward gently, and as you begin to move your hand away, she latches her left hand onto your right, keeping your palm pressing against her young breast. Her mouth finds yours and begins devouring it hungrily, while both your tongues almost seem to spar. When you pull away, you feel Emily's hands at your hip. She pulls back slightly, and grins as you continue to fondle her. She licks her lips and looks into your eyes before allowing her hand to rest on your hip, a thumb through a belt loop.

“Do you want me on my knees again?” she asks. “I did say I'd take care of you.”