Tell Sarah to shake them

"Give them a shake. Make sure she has some good information before she can make a decision," you prod, breaking the silence. Sarah doesn't break eye contact with Cindy, but does as you ask, sending her flesh waving across the table. You find yourself almost entranced, but you break away to gaze at Cindy.

"I don't think..." Cindy starts. Sarah immediately reaches out and grabs her hand.

"We're just playing. If you're uncomfortable, feel free to go," Sarah promises. "We just got a bit carried away. If we need to leave, let us know." Cindy balks at first, but shakes her head.

"Feel free to stay. But, um, thanks. And.. yeah." Cindy makes her way back to the counter and glances at you.

"I felt so fucking good showing my tits off," Sarah breathes. "And you took to it like a fucking pro. You like your new trophy tits, John?" You smile at her, and she gives you a glowing smile back. "Hope I didn't mess her up too badly, though." You grin.

"I'm sure she's going to be fine." You both dig into your lunches, and Sarah's muffled curse is all you need to know about her opinion. You devour yours, slurping up the nice flavors in the broth, not caring how you sound or look. Sarah does the same, though every time you look up, you are witness to the roiling flesh of your girlfriend's unbelievable breasts. You both finish within seconds of each other, and Sarah laughs as you push your bowls away.

As you get up to leave, you say goodbye to Cindy, waving gently at her. She waves back nervously, and holds up a finger, signaling you to wait. As she finishes with the customer at the register, she comes over. Both you and Sarah shrug slightly as you try to figure out her play.

She shifts back and forth and takes a deep breath, obviously nervous. Sarah grins and reaches out to grab her hand. It's a supportive gesture, but you watch Cindy's eyes widen as Sarah's cleavage deepens. Sarah either does not notice, or plays it off.

"It's okay. Whatever you need to say." Cindy takes a deep breath.

"Why? Why were you showing your tits off?" Cindy asks, her face flushing red. Sarah's eyes widen, obviously impressed with the bluntness of the question. True to form, she's ready, though.

"Don't you think they're worth showing off?" Sarah teases, sending another shake through her chest. Cindy's eyes folow each wave of Sarah's bust. Sarah glances at you and chuckles.

"Can you take a break?" Cindy's eyes flash to Sarah's face.

"Why?" she asks.

"So you can see them," Sarah responds evenly. Your eyes go wide and Sarah glances at you with a shrug. "He has to be there," Sarah adds. "They're his tits."

"Yeah. I can take a break in ten minutes if you don't mind sticking around," Cindy says, and you find yourself looking around, completely caught off guard.

"We can be here, right John?" Sarah asks you, a crooked grin on her face.