Kiss Her

You lean down, and Sarah grins as your lips meet for the first time. Sarah's a smooth kisser, her lips gently pushing and brushing yours in the same motion. Her tongue isn't shy (no surprise), pushing against your lips gently before pulling back. You fight a grin as she pulls away, and she glances down at your hand. "You are making up for lost time," she murmurs. "I really can't wait to see what you'll do to this tit when I tell you no one's watching." You grunt and Sarah grins as your fingers gently push under the bra cup. "Oh wow. Squeeze my tit," she moans. "Feel that soft boob squishing?" You groan as Sarah's voice drifts into your ears, teasing you. "Keep going," she urges. She slides, forcing your fingers to dip further into her cup. She grins as your middle finger brushes against her nipple. "There you go," she murmurs, leaning up to gently kiss you. "That feels really nice," Sarah says, but then she pulls away.

She glances down to watch her bra cup slide off your fingers and then moves her eyes to Beth and Emily. "I don't mind an audience," she says, subtly pulling her shirt over her bra again. "But I bet you wouldn't be too thrilled to have either one of them watching you paw at my big, perfect tit," she says. She sees you stop. "Or maybe you would?" she grins. "I'll have to seduce that truth out of you before the week's out," Sarah says. "But I really don't want to deal with all the questions. I'm going to go back to sleep. Feel free to stare."

Sarah shifts, seemingly more than necessary, as she tries to get comfortable, and her rippling flesh keeps your eyes locked. Indeed, your attention is so keen that when you finally look away, Emily's caught your eye. She pretends to cup her own breast, and rolls her eyes, mouthing "pervert" to you across an airplane aisle. Your face flushes. Emily looks down at her own chest and shrugs, but leans back nearly laughing. You can't help but glance at Emily's tight form as she leans back as well. Her breasts firmly press against her shirt, and you can tell that they fill the bra well. You've never been great at guessing sizes, but you'd assume Emily's are a nice handful. As you look up, Emily is giving you a mockingly disappointing stare.

Beth is blissfully unaware of any of the stares, flipping over what look to be magazine covers. You are able to pull your eyes away from your coworkers' breasts. You hope that you're able to go to sleep, despite the proximity of what seems to be a woman over whom you have lusted for nearly a year suddenly returning that interest. You shake yourself out of the thought and close your eyes.

You're not sure how long you've been sleeping when a strange sensation wakes you up. Your eyes come open as you glance down to see Sarah leaning over, ensuring her heavy, full tit is pushing against your forearm. Her hand has crept up against your thigh. She sees your eyes opened and smiles. Her hand immediately moves up to your crotch. "Can we grope each other?" she asks, a mischevious smile on her face. "Or are you worried I might get caught? Caught slowly making you hard on an airplane?" She grips you gently. "Maybe not so slowly?" she asks. "Feel free to... you know," Sarah whispers. Her head falls slightly as she strokes you more steadily.