On the first try

Your hand slips up, and your fingers find the clasp of her bra. With a practiced snap, Emily gives a surprised gasp. You take the opportunity to slide your fingers to brush the side of her left bra cup before pulling your hand out of her shirt. Emily turns to you, her eyes wide.

"Not your first time?" she breathes. You smile at her, and she bites her lip. "You play all innocent, you tease," she grins, and you're surprised that your little parlor trick has impressed her so much. "But I bet you've popped so many bras off some young, unsuspecting girls," she teases. "High school must have been your favorite time." You're about to tell Emily that you haven't, but before you can speak she interrupts. "I learned a lot in high school," Emily whispers mischievously. She turns and marches into the restaurant, and while you are sure her breasts are covered by the cups of her loosened bra, you wonder about the support she'll have as her breasts bounce under them.

As you walk into the restaurant, you realize there is little to worry about. The restaurant is crowded, and few people are paying attention to the door. You watch Emily ably slip by the hostess and into the restroom. You take time to scan the restaurant. The tables and chairs surround a apartition that bisects the main dining room. Each table is round, and the chairs from your vantage point seem to be nice. Not a nice nice restaurant, but you are glad you decided on the polo. A hostess comes up to you and asks for the number in your party.

"Two please," you respond, and you half blame Emily for checking the hostess out. She's shorter than you or Emily, but with a much curvier figure, despite the restaurant trying its best to hide the fact that she has breasts under the baggy button up shirt. Her proud chest still strains the sides of the garment, and for a moment you wonder about Sarah and Beth and how they're doing with their hunt. You don't have much time to think about it, as the hostess guides you to your seat. Your eyes drift toward the restrooms as you wait for either the waiter or Emily. Emily arrives first, though she nearly careens into a smaller girl busting tables. She stops suddenly, and you're sure anyone looking now knows Emily is without a bra. Her breasts shake noticeably as she jerks back, and you feel a bit bad until she sits down across from you. Her nipples are visible against the cloth of her shirt.

When she sees you staring, she smiles and shyly grabs the menu in front of her, holding it up to glance at the food. She rolls her eyes. "I don't know why I'm looking at the menu," she tells you. "This is one of those places I always get the same thing." She points to a sandwich on the menu, turning it over and leaning forward to point it ou on yours. She has unbuttoned the top two buttons of her six button blouse, and so your eyes get a glance full of her firm, pale titflesh. She explains that the grilled ham and cheese is actually so much better than any other sandwich you've had before, and given her success with the lasagna recommendation, you make the decision quickly. She beams at you as she leans back and then looks down to see how much cleavage she's revealed. "Oh," she murmurs. She glances around and rather than button up, pulls one side of her shirt open to give you a glance at the top half of her breast. She grins as you lock your eyes on her firm tit, and shakes her head. She lets the shirt slide back over and laughs at your disappointed expression. "Maybe we'll find something to do after lunch and before dinner," she offers. You smile and Emily grins back, her tongue flicking out to tap her top lip.

The waiter comes up, and while he does his best, you realize he's stealing glances down Emily's top. He's a bit flustered by Emily's cleavage, but manages to take the order. Emily is blushing when he leaves. "I forgot other people are around," she admits sheepishly. You reach across to grab her hand, and she smiles warmly as your fingers intertwine. "But I'm glad two aren't," she says, a knowing smile on her face. "I really am sorry about Beth," she adds. "I didn't expect it to go that far." You give her a reassuring smile, and the waiter appears suddenly asking in a hurried tone if you need anything before disappearing again.

Soon lunch is brought out, and Emily releases your hand. The waiter does his level best to avoid looking at Emily's shirt, and Emily tries to keep her hand close to her chest, but it's easy to see his glance flickering to her chest. By the time he gets everything sorted, Emily's hand is holding up her head and you're both struggling not to laugh. You thank him, and he seems relieved as he runs off.

"I really did not think this would be that obvious. I guess I hadn't imagined someone standing at the perfect view," Emily sighs.

"I am a bit jealous," you tease her. She flips you off and picks up her sandwich. The next few minutes are completely quiet as you both devour the sandwiches. When there are nothing but chips left, Emily looks around the busy restaurant and sighs.

"We're still going to have two hours after this," Emily sighs, looking down at her empty plate. Her water is nearly gone as well. "What are we going to do?"

"What is there to do?" you ask pointedly.

"Well, there is a movie theater a couple of doors down. Small, but quiet. I imagine its really quiet this afternoon; a weekday with no vacation. There's a nice park, though walking around for two hours seems like a bit of a stretch. And there is a shopping plaza about a ten minute walk that way," she says, pointing north. "And, John, I'm not putting it back on," she adds, casually leaning forward to let her shirt spill open.

"Ummm... will that be all?" the waiter asks in a shaky voice, his eyes looking to the ceiling. He has appeared from nowhere again. Emily's face goes beet red and she leans back.

"We're good, thanks," she says quietly. You are doing your best to hold back a grin, but grab the check from him and hand him some cash, eager to end the restaurant fiasco. Part of your mind, you're half-shamed to admit, hopes to encourage Emily's braless teasing, though the look on her face in the moment is hard to read. The bill paid (with a generous tip), you both head toward the door. You glance around and briefly grope Emily's ass, prompting a surprised gasp as you lead her outside.

"Wow," Emily says, her eyes wide. Her breasts bounce delightfully as she turns to you. "That was so bad," she added.

"I enjoyed the view," you offer. Her eyes flash, but you recognize the smile at the corners of her mouth.

"Good," she replies. "So what did you want to do today?"