Go back to my office and wait for Sara

I decide to just head back up to my office and get a little work done, and wait for Sara to be free again.

After a couple hours of half-hearted work, by myself in my office, I hear a knock at my door way. I look up see Sara, giving me a devilish grin. "Miss me?," she says.

"Oh, of course, of course."

"That doesn't sound very convincing," she scrunches her eyes and nose at me. Sara slowly saunters over to my desk. She leans down across my desk until she's eye level with me, giving me an exceptionally good view of her cleavage in the process. "Well I'll just have to show you a good time at the bar tonight, and see if just maybe I can get a better answer from you when I ask the same question again tomorrow."

I just gulp.

"I take that to mean we are on for the bar tonight?" Sara asks while playing with the collar of her blouse, which gives me glimpses of her black bra. I want nothing more at the moment then to reach out and cup the smooth weight of her hanging breast in my hand.

All I can manage to say is, "Yes."

"Great, meet me there at 8." With that she spins around and quickly walks out the door.