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Beth lets your lead continue as your other hand reaches behind her and pulls her face to yours. She purrs into your mouth as you kiss her again, and you wonder how long she's been waiting. In moments, you two are sitting on the bed, and your hand remains on her left tit as you fondle your boss. You groan as you realize that you are in fact making out with your boss, a realization of a fantasy you've had since you've taken the job. You are amazed at how pliant Beth has been, letting you lead the entirety of the encounter. You shift, trying to make yourself comfortable as your erection swells even further. Her hair brushes your cheek often, and it smells vaguely of flowers, likely dulled by the day's travel. You pull away again, and hold Beth's face in your hand.

“This is amazing,” you tell her. She blushes, looking down to your hand on her breast. You start to move it, and Beth smiles.

“Don't” she says. “I mean you don't have to move your hand. I was just watching,” she murmurs. She says nothing but gasps as your other hand moves down to her right breast. You begin massaging both of her small tits, loving how sensitive they seem to be, and definitely responsive. Beth continually looks at your face, gauging your reaction, smiling when your fingers seem to increase their fervor. After a long while of working Beth's breasts over, you move your hand to her nipples, teasing what you hope are her areolas. She begins to breathe more quickly, but maintains a straight back as you work toward the peaks topping her breasts. Just as you are about to touch her tips to see what her reaction is, a knock thuds on your door.

“John, are you in there?” comes Sarah's voice. You lean back and Beth takes a slow, quiet, shuddering breath. She looks at you as if in a daze, and you try to shake yourself out of the seeming trance you're in. “If you are in there, if you're jerking off, could you stop?” she asks, and Emily, obviously just behind her, laughs.

“Be out in a minute,” you say as calmly as you can. Beth stands silently and moves across the room. You quickly throw off a shirt, tossing it on the bed and grabbing a new one from your suitcase. You slide the t-shirt over your head and go to the door. Ensuring Beth's out of sight, you open the door in a new shirt. “Just changing,” you tell her. Sarah shrugs.

“You could've let me watch, jackass,” she says, laughing. You notice that Sarah's changed as well, wearing a more conservative t-shirt. Her expansive breasts still stretch it considerably, and there's a dark swath of cleavage in the center of your view. You keep your eyes up for the most part, and she shrugs. “Emily said she's got some restaurant choices available. Then we'll go shopping. Do you need to finish 'changing'?” she asks, making air quotes. You can't help but chuckle and wave her off.

You leave the door open to not arouse suspicion and as you turn you almost run into Beth. She's looking up at you with a strange mixture of apprehension and what looks to be excitement. “I should probably get to my room,” she says. She has her bra in her hand. You feel a strange compulsion hit you, and as you look into her eyes her face seems to grow calmer. You reach down and pull the bra from her. She instantly releases it, and a flush creeps up her neck.

“How close were you?” you ask softly. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath. Her nipples remain rock hard as she glances up at you and realizes you're waiting for an answer.

“If you'd have touched my nipples...” she trails off. You shake your head and she gulps. “I would have had an orgasm,” she whispers. Her slate blue eyes stare up at you pleadingly and you realize that this might not be like other relationships.

“Can we talk more tonight?” you ask. Realizing you've moved on from the questioning, Beth relaxes slightly.

“I'd really like that,” she says, still shaking. You lean in for a quick kiss and Beth smiles widely as you pull away.

“I'm going to go change. See you downstairs?” she asks. You nod, and she runs down to her room while the hallway is empty. You fall back into your room, trying to process what's going on. Beth's reactions were unlike any you have either encountered or expected, especially from such a driven woman. You have some ideas, but it may be that Beth, like you, was simply enjoying the moment. Your memories flood back and are filled with her small, covered tits pressing hard against her shirt and your hand. You try to pull back to reality, remembering Sarah's joke and the fact that it would be difficult to hide a raging hard on while talking about dinner. You stand up and take a few deep breaths before wandering downstairs.

Emily and Sarah are sitting on two stools near the counter, Sarah's tits resting on it. You feel silly for feeling guilty, but after your time with Beth, you have this nagging sensation that you shouldn't look. You fail to resist the urge regardless, and Sarah's cleavage pulls a glance that she, for once, does not notice.

Emily's change into a dressier pair of jeans, and pulled on a collared t-shirt. Her bust continues to surprise, as she stretches the (admittedly smaller than Sarah's) yellow shirt more than you had expected.

“So, there's a tie, and since Beth decided to shower, you're the tie breaker,” Sarah begins. “Italian or Mexican? Or any other ideas. And just as a note, we're hungry.”