Go with them.

You really knew that you should delay John's return, but you also wanted to enjoy this. Your stirring loins got the better of you as you nodded and followed the group.

There were roughly six guys including yourself showing Sasha around the office. Very little was said by the guys who were lecherously eyeing Sasha up, however she played the innocent card while looking at everything in the office. As the group went into the staff lounge area, Sasha made a show of looking around. She made lewd gestures seemingly unknowingly as she leant down to inspect the fabric of the lounge. Her short denim skirt lifted the slightest bit. You felt your cock beginning to harden as the guys checked her rear out. You saw a slight smirk cross her face as she leant down a little more and lifted her leg up kneeling on the lounge so that the group had full vision of her crotch.

"Jesus..." You heard a colleague, Craig, mutter.

"This is a really soft lounge!" Sasha exclaimed as she sat down on it, her rack jiggling as she bounced up and down. With each bounce, her top loosened and her skirt rode up her legs the slightest bit.

"It sure is." Ethan sat down next to her, his arm around her back.

"It's my favourite lounge!!" Craig agreed as he sat opposite her.

You noticed that the other guys hung back at the door, keeping an eye out.

Sasha looked up at you, and you couldn't help but stare down at her incredible cleavage. She giggled when she spotted your glance.

"Where are you looking, Steve?" She asked you as she squirmed on the lounge, her skirt riding up further. She smiled as she caught your glance down at her crotch.

"...This?" She placed a hand on her skirt and lifted it the slightest bit, showing the black material of her underwear.

Ethan began to rub Sasha's thigh idly with a hand as he eyed up her body.

"You guys are always working so hard... I only wish I could help relieve your stress..." She said as she leaned on Craig's arm, her hand idly stroking his cheek. He grinned stupidly at Ethan then back at Sasha.

"You can!" He exclaimed as he stood up, his erect cock tenting at his pants and pointing at Sasha's face. You saw Ethan's hand creep closer to Sasha's inner thigh. Sasha's expression faltered for a moment, showing a hint of uncertainty. This could turn bad if you didn't intervene, but you didn't want to stop it here.