Go shower, but don't "take care" of anything

You make sure you avoid rubbing anything that might make breakfast... more difficult. You are straining as you step out of the shower, and you fight the urge to masturbate, wondering how your state of mind will be affected by your incredibly stiff cock. You sigh and get dressed, relieved that the mundane act of putting on clothes is able to soften you somewhat. By the time you brush your hair, teeth, and throw on deodorant, you seem relatively stable.

You wonder how long it will last, however, when you see the three women seated at the dining room table. Your eyes are first drawn to Emily, and she has "forgotten," it seems, to throw on a bra despite your constant play with her amazing tits. Her nipples press firmly against her tank top. She's wearing some sweat pants, but because she's seated, you can't tell if they cling firmly to her taut ass or not. It is something you consider a "good" thing, as her nipples are pressing against her top almost pushing through it, you realize, and you are sure from the right angle, you could catch nearly her entire breast if she leaned over further.

You glance at Sarah, and are surprised to note that she is not wearing a bra. Her black shirt hugs her heavy breasts tightly, and you keep from staring only by glancing back at Emily's chest for a moment. When you glance back at Sarah, you realize she and Beth are talking about a music feature that she'll be writing. A quick glance at Beth indicates she's not looking at you, and you glance once again at Sarah's bountiful chest. Amazed again that she is not wearing a bra, you do your best not to stare too obviously. It is difficult, as when she shifts even slightly, her tits roll and shift beneath the shirt, distracting you.

Beth is wearing another long sleeve shirt, a conservative bra protruding slightly, and you glance at her face to see the barest hint of eye makeup. Otherwise, she looks like Beth your boss, long-limbed, svelte, and you find yourself even now imagining her toned body working up your own, her slender hips writhing gently on you as she leans over your body. You feel your neck crane up slightly to take her perky nipple between your lips. Your reverie is broken as you hear Emily cough.

She has managed to sit at the table next to an empty seat. You slide next to her and she actually slides away. “You don't have to sit so close,” Emily laughs, taking a swallow of orange juice. You just notice the omelet in front of you, and take up the fork. You roll your eyes at her and Beth and Sarah stifle a giggle. Sarah and Beth ask Emily about a food article she's working on, and Emily shifts to turn to them, giving you an impressive side view of her breast. You try to avoid looking, and instead turn to Sarah. While you eat, your eyes linger on the large breasts in front of view, unhindered by a bra. You eat your omelet, but you know you're staring far too much at Sarah's big tits.

Emily glances at you, and you can't figure out how, but gives you a wink as she glances at Sarah's tits that the other girls don't notice. Your eyes move back to Sarah's big, bra less breasts as you take Emily's wink as approval for leering at the busty music writer's most obvious assets. You eat slowly, nodding at appropriate moments while you stare into Sarah's big, hypnotic breasts. Her nipples sometimes push gently against the fabric, just enough to let you know they are there. You glance at Emily a few times, but she's actively engaging Sarah and Beth, holding a delightful conversation that you know you are missing as you ogle Sarah's freely shifting, slightly wobbling breasts.

You glance at Beth, too. You wish suddenly that she had gone braless, though you doubt that would have crossed her mind in a work setting. Your mind wanders somehow, and suddenly Beth is in her apartment, her no-doubt pert breasts bouncing timidly under a slim t-shirt. In your mind's eye (and perverted focus), her nipples protrude almost absurdly, and she sighs when the fabric rubs them just right. A slight moan, and a pause, and an almost guilty look around the room precedes a slow move from her right hand up to her pert right tit. She squeezes the soft breast and groans as she feels her left hand brush her pussy between her slowly spreading legs before she reaches for the couch...

Emily's hand has somehow slipped under the table and you feel a slight thud against your jean-clad thigh. When you turn to her, she's sipping at her orange juice to wash down the omelet. “Now I need coffee,” she says brightly, standing up. “Anyone else?” Sarah and Beth raise their hands, chuckling. You raise your own hand and Emily gives you a knowing smile.

“Anyone who's been leering at a coworker has to get their own,” Emily says teasingly. She winks slowly at you, ensuring the other two women notice. You stand up immediately, rising to her bait, and Beth and Sara give you mock looks of horror. Emily's smile shifts, and she purses her lips, disappointed that you defused her trap. You slide into the kitchen and pull out four mugs. Emily shakes her head and smiles before sitting down. You get the ladies' coffee orders and set them down, cream and sugar on the table. They all applaud you as you retake your seat. You chat for a while, Emily's prank forgotten as you discuss a bit of work. As you all finish your coffee, Emily grabs the cups and brings them to the dishwasher before returning gracefully to her seat. Sarah rolls her eyes and looks at Beth with a fake pout.

“We've got that meeting in half an hour. Do we want to do it in the dining room?” she says, whining slightly.

“I love the idea of doing it in the dining room,” Emily says, a completely straight delivery that perks only your ears. She is looking at you as she says it. You all nod, realizing the table will have the spaces for your computers.

“Okay. The publisher sent down an agenda, and the first day is supposed to be a surprise. We'll open the 'meeting packet' when we start. And Thomas was clear that we weren't to look before we started.” You roll your eyes. Thomas is the publisher, and he has moments where he is a cold hard business man, and then moments where he is like a little kid. When he throws parties, you prefer the latter, but often enough, his whimsy gets into work, forcing you all into a weird situation.

The hour passes as the girls shower, and you are disappointed when Emily comes down wearing a button up blouse and a pair of jeans. The impression of her bra strap is visible quite clearly, and you realize she meant it when she said no funny business at the meeting. You sit around the table, and Emily quickly, though not overtly so, sits next to you. She pulls out the folder that Beth has put in front of you.

“And go,” Beth says, setting to everyone's surprise, a timer on her phone. With a flurry of activity, everyone opens their folder and reads. You are about to say “scavenger hunt?” when Sarah moans. “Fucking scavenger hunt? What the fuck are we going to find here?” You can't ignore the way Sarah's breast bounce under her shirt as she leans back in her chair, and wonder how they would look if you lifted the hem. In your imagination, her big boobs fall slightly to her side, gravity taking over. You take a deep breath and look to Emily. Emily has leaned over to Sarah with her head in her hand.

“Look,” she says, rolling her eyes. “John and I get to work together on this little adventure. You and Beth get to be teams, too.” She glances at you and gives you a “why me” look before looking at Sarah. Sarah sighs and looks through the folder. “Oh, damn. We've got until 5 o'clock to get this done. Our team has to find a good lunch place, and a good art theater. We get to choose the dinner. You guys have to find the best musicians in town, and the best periodical publisher. Then we'll each review the others finding tomorrow.”

“That is... totally unnecessarily complicated.” Beth says, giving up on finding some positive spin. You all laugh. “But we've got our orders.”

“As far as weird Thomas stuff goes,” Sarah sighs. “At least this is related to work.” She leans up, and you notice that she makes a point of putting her heavy breasts on the table, her nipples jutting toward you. At least, you realize, trying to hide your grin, you think she made a point of it. You glance at Beth, who is looking at you both. “Whoever gets done first tonight wins,” Beth says. “So text everyone what you find out. And the winner gets to pick the entertainment for tonight!” You, Emily, and Sarah nod.

“Awesome plan, Beth!” Sarah says, high-fiving her. You and Emily share your agreement. “Well, we only have one car,” Beth says. “Where's the best place to go?” she asks Emily.

“Downtown; same place we ate dinner. It's a pretty fun place,” Emily says, keeping her eyes on Beth as she looks over the folder, writing down a few notes.

“If we leave now, we'll get there after everything's open,” Emily says.