Yes. Feed her the first bite

You slice off a piece of the dish, and the smell that wafts up in a cloud of steam almost makes you change your mind. You stay your course and bring the piece to her mouth. Holding up her hand to guide the fork to her mouth, she gives you a sultry look, and you feel your cock rise despite yourself. Just as the food hits her lips, it tumbles into her hand. Using her index and middle fingers, she gently pushes the lasagna into her mouth. Seeing a bit of sauce she runs her tongue over it, giggling at Beth and Sarah. She gently pushes two fingers into her mouth and pulls them out with a pop. As she's doing this, her hand moves to “catch herself” between you, and her middle and ring fingers trace lazy lines against your thigh.

“It's that good,” she tells the girls, and they immediately take off large chunks and begin devouring them. Within moments they are all in agreement. “Thanks John,” Emily says. You realize you haven't had a bite and throw each of them a stare. As you take the first bite, you realize how right Emily was. As much of Emily's description was seemingly designed to draw your attention, the effects are exactly accurate. "No wonder she's such a good food writer,” you think to yourself if she can make food sound that good. But the lasagna lives up to it.

Emily offers you a bite of hers after she's taken it. “Just like when I was in college and visited home,” she said. “Full and creamy,” she adds, sucking the sauce out of a piece of rigatoni. “Go ahead.” You stick your fork in it, a bit disappointed she didn't feed you, but your disappointment ends on eating the sauce. It's full and heavy, but somehow tastes lighter than it might have otherwise. A good second choice, you realize. As you thank Emily she leans over and smiles. You're fairly certain the girls can't get a look at what you see, but you're definitely able to see that your coworker has left her bra somewhere else, and that her healthy looking breasts are round and firm looking without the undergarment. She leans back quickly, forcing her breasts to quiver gently before they disappear from view.

“How is everything?” a soft voice asks. Again, you're impressed with the waitress's ability to appear from nowhere. You all assure her everything is fine and this time you're sure her eyes linger on Emily. As you all eat your meals, sharing bites, you each pick a favorite. Pretty much everyone agrees the lasagna's the best overall dish, but the lobster ravioli is a nicely seasoned piece, and the eggplant Parmesan was delicious as well. Everyone praises Emily for the choice of the restaurant, and they order another round of wine. Sarah doesn't seem to be affected, and Emily takes her time again. Beth, however, doesn't seem to indulge too often, or her slight build contributes to her low resistance. She's a fun drunk, you realize, and she's smiling, asking Sarah a lot of questions about work and life throughout the evening. The check comes, and Beth takes it before anyone can say anything.

“I'd love to tell you I'm paying, but I'm totally getting reimbursed for food.” She pauses. “Oh. I'm paying for your drinks!” she remembers, and you realize that the magazine won't be footing your booze bills. Sarah and Emily raise a glass to toast your boss. You thank her for the water.

“Maybe tomorrow we can get you good and liquored up,” Beth says, perhaps a bit louder than necessary.

“I'm sure we could find a good use for him,” Emily says lightly. The three girls guffaw but Emily gives you a sideways smirk for a moment before standing up. Within seconds you are by yourself as the women go to the bathroom. Like a breeze, the waitress sort of appears at your side, reaching over you slightly. “I'm surprised, signore,” she says softly, her tone neutral.

“At what?” you ask, both put on the spot and curious.

“You do not drink. With three young women?” Her surprise is just barely present and you can't tell if you should be insulted or not. She doesn't leave you much time to consider it. “Forgive me,” she continues. “You don't seem like the other men in the same situation.” She gathers the check but leans in and whispers in your ear. “È una donna fortunata. I suoi seni sono bellissimi.” Her voice is smooth as silk, and her warm lips brush your earlobe before she's gone. You sit there stunned as the three girls return, and Emily picks you up and hands you the keys to the rental and to the house.

“With great power comes great responsibility,” she says. “Be sure not to **** it.” You hold out your hand and she pushes them in. You feel her fingertips graze your wrist, and you swear you can feel your wrist tingle as she pulls away. “You're going to take us to the park, and then you'll drive us to the grocery store. Where Beth is once again paying. Well, the company's paying.

You all again thank Emily as you file out of the restaurant. You find the keys and unlock the doors so the women can get in. When you sit down in the driver's side, you begin adjusting the seat and mirrors. You are surprised to see Sarah opening her shirt, revealing her full tits overflowing her bra. Your breath catches and you immediately glance away, making other preparations. In a few seconds, of course, you are ready, and you ask Emily for some help with directions, doing your best to avoid looking in the back seat.

“The parks on the way to the grocery store. The best part are these pavilions that overlook a nice little lake. With the moon out, we should be able to see without any lights. I didn't grab a flashlight so we'll see what we can see.”

“I know something John can see,” Sarah yells. You sigh as you look behind you, and Sarah makes sure to bounce her bountiful chest for you as you back out of the parking lot and drive into the road. You hear Beth giggle, and Emily grabs your arm.

“Are you okay to drive? Sarah's boobs have killed men before,” Emily asks in a dramatically serious tone. The laughter that explodes from the back seat confirms a sneaking suspicion that it had been planned. Sarah's buttoning up when you glance out of habit into the rear view mirror, and you sigh. Emily pats your thigh comfortingly.

“It was Em's idea!” Beth shouts suddenly. You all laugh at that, and the drive to the park is comparatively uneventful.

When you get there, you pocket the keys and catch Emily's eye before she gets out of the car. She gives you a quick smile, but then is gone. As you lock the door behind you, you see Sarah helping Beth walk a bit down to the pavilion. The pavilion, as Emily has promised, overlooks a small fishing pond, and the moonlight is dancing on it, a slight breeze causing gentle ripple. It's really rather lovely. You follow the women, as Beth and Sarah walk to by two. Emily walks in front of you, and you take the opportunity to ask her a serious question.

“You don't speak Italian do you?” you ask. Emily stops.

“How did you know?” she asks, and you can tell she is genuinely surprised by the question.

“I was hoping,” you admit. You both talk as you walk. Emily glances at you, and you shrug. Her ass is sill round and tight looking in the moonlight and you glance down to watch. “The waitress said something to me, and I was wondering if you could tell me.”

“Sure,” Emily said. You realize you remember every word, but hopefully in a smart move, you don't tell her it's because the waitress was nearly kissing your ear when she said them. You repeat the words, and Emily stops, her eyes wide. “She said that?”

“Yeah.” Emily glances up at Sarah and Beth. Beth is leaning over the wall of the pavilion, hopefully not throwing up. They are well out of earshot, but Emily still leans in. As she does so, she pulls apart her shirt, revealing more of her healthy breasts to your sight. “She said, 'She is a lucky woman. Her breasts are beautiful.'” Your eyes go wide.

“Oh.” You both decide to keep walking, but you say as softly as you can. “She's right about that last part.” Emily looks at you, and you feel the same sort of tension that you did in her room, just before you kissed her. Knowing that the other girls are just up and would definitely see you, you and Emily both turn to walk toward them.

When you reach Beth and Sarah, the two women are talking about a guy Beth had been dating.

“Fuck him,” Sarah says, and Beth nods.

“I tried that,” she says. “Didn't work either.” Sarah laughs, and you and Emily both snort.

“Oh no! We've been found out. Good thing we stopped talking about John,” Sarah announces. Beth sputters, and turns to look at you both. “What were you two doing? Making out?”

“Oh yeah,” Emily quips. “Let him cop a feel in the car before we got out. Figured I'd just do him out here,” she says, shaking her head.

“Can I watch?” Sarah asks, in the same joking tone. Beth shakes her head.

“I hold no authority because I am now drunk, but please stop. The images are too much for me.” You all share a hearty laugh and you and Emily meet them at the pavilion wall. As you each look at the lake, you feel slight brush against your ass and glance at Emily. Her face is serene as there is quite a long silence.

“This place is amazing,” Beth notes. “Why here, though?” Emily looks to her and shrugs.

“It's a nice way to burn off some energy, get ourselves a breath of fresh air,” she says.

“There's something else here,” Beth presses. Emily smiles.

“Actually, there is. This is the first place I went skinny dipping, and you all look drunk enough to do it,” she says.

“I'm in,” Sarah says, but she waits, checking to see if the rest of the group will join her.

“Wait, John's not drunk. How do we know he's not just going to perv on us while we're in the water?” Emily smiles.

“I guess we don't. But who knows what he's thought of us while he's been at work. I hate to back the guy here, but John's never done anything to make me think he's going to be weird if we're all doing this together. And to be fair his being sober may mean that he'd be more polite,” she argues.

“But he's still gonna look,” Sarah says.

“So are you,” Beth fires back. Beth peels off her Harvard shirt and for the first time you see your boss's small, well defined torso. She immediately unclasps a comfortable looking white bra and lets it fall atop the shirt, revealing an attractive pair of perky breasts. They are as small as you imagined them, but her nipples shine a darker color than the breast creating a considerable contrast in the moonlight. Her stomach is flat, but not toned, and you are willing to bet she keeps a pretty strict diet. You look over to Sarah, who seems as enthralled as you are watching your boss get naked.

It dawns on you that you're going to go skinny dipping with these three women, and that Emily seems to have arranged it all. As Sarah's clothes begin rustling, you turn to your own. Emily whispers in a voice directed solely at you: “If you want anything good to happen, I suggest you begin stripping.” the missive is both threatening and alluring, and within moments you are down to your trusty boxer briefs. Which are thankfully clean.

You turn to see Sarah, her bra still holding her massive breasts in place and panties on, waiting to see how far you'll go. Emily has yet to unbutton her shirt, and she looks at you expectantly.