Offer to drive

“Actually, if you can navigate, I'll drive. It'll help me stay awake.” Emily shrugs.

“Sure. I might drive around the area, but you can get us there. You can get us there, right?” she asks, her eyebrow raising in a challenge. You hold your hand out for the keys. She drops them in and you roll your eyes. Emily gives you a quick glance before turning to Sarah. The busty music writer leans back, letting some of her cleavage shake as she stretches. You notice Emily glance down before they continue talking, and you get about a thousand different fantasies in your head at once. So distracted are you that you don't notice your leggy boss walking up until she's about four feet away. You take another look at her and realize that she's wearing jeans, a departure from her always professional appearance. She leans into the conversation apologetically.

“Can I call shotgun?” Beth asks. “I sometimes get car sick.” She looks to everyone and you look to Emily and Sarah. They shrug, obviously not caring,

Emily and Sarah shrug, obviously not caring. Sarah suddenly looks around. “Everyone without a penis raise your hand!” She shouts. You don't. Your three coworkers do.

“Anyone without their hand up is now responsible for luggage!” Sarah says gleefully. The guy behind the counter can't control the sputtering laughter and turns to organize some files that likely haven't been touched in a decade. You look at the problem, and realize there's a fix. Both yours and Sarah's suitcase are rollers, and a bit broader. You stack Beth's case on yours and Emily's on Sarah's, and start dragging them behind you.

“Nobody likes a showoff John,” Sarah says, but she seems to be nodding her approval all the same. Emily chuckles as she watches you walk, and Beth just shakes her head like a boss who's witnessing the lowest point of her team. She might not be wrong, you realize, and giddy, start humming as you walk. You reach the car in the rental lot, and start throwing luggage into the trunk. It barely fits, and you sigh with satisfaction as the trunk closes. As you get into the driver's seat, you look over to Beth, who has taken off her hoodie and laid it in her lap. You give your boss another once over; she's got the build of a runway model, you realize, and seeing her in a fashion show would not be a surprise. You turn the key, catch Emily's eye in the mirror.

“Alright everyone. How the hell do I get there?” Beth snorts with laughter and Sarah groans. Emily rolls her eyes, but smiles as she starts giving you directions. While you're driving out of the airport, you keep our hands on he wheel and eyes on the road, but you still notice Beth glancing in your direction with more frequency than you imagine is necessary. You don't have time to judge the looks, though, until you get to the interstate, where you pull into the slow lane. It's just now afternoon, and no one seems to have an issue with taking a slow, leisurely drive to the house.

With the slow down in pace, you're able to multi task, adding to the conversation, keeping the car from plummeting into a ridiculously consistent ditch on the side of the interstate, and meeting Beth's glance each time she looks. Eventually she just grins at you and pulls out her ponytail. Her hair falls out, and she shakes her head to free some of the tangles. You continue to drive. “Are we there yet?” you whine to Emily. Sarah snorts, and Beth giggles, a pleasant sound, you decide.

“Don't make me come up there!” Emily says sternly, and you all laugh. You liken it to a good one liner in a meeting, but this seems a bit more casual, and therefore genuine. Maybe those higher ups had the right idea after all. You can tell as the conversations veer from work to the personal that you all do genuinely get along. Beth is working on a new pitch for the magazine, but she also has been writing on the side — freelance reviews. She also mentions frequent camping trips and canoe trips on vacations, surprising you all. You realize she's a lot better to talk to in a good mood. You've always been close with Sarah, so when she talks about a job with a ban that she's thought about picking up part time, you're not surprised. Beth and Emily are encouraging, though, and it's nice to see Sarah gain some optimism about the prospect.

Emily is still the quiet one, but you can tell she's looking forward to being back. She says she's already made plans to meet up with friends from school. As the scenery shifts, you realize that you're in a very rural area. Emily looks at her phone and says the nearest town to the house is about a thirty minute drive, and that there were a few good restaurants and a grocery store. You all agree to unpack when you get to the house.

As you pull in, you see your temporary residence. The house itself is large, and looks like an old 'New England' house, the type you see in every ad for travel there. It looks new, with blue siding that you guess is aluminum, but is decorated and designed to look like old clapboard. You catch a fence that might be indicative of a pool, too. Not too shabby, you think. You pull into the driveway and Sarah and Emily tumble out. Beth gives you a sideways grin and pushes the door open, and gets out of the car. You drop the keys, and as you reach for them, you see Beth lean over, stretching out her insanely long legs. The jeans tighten just around her ass, a nice round point for the legs to meet. Swallowing, you grab the keys, hoping Beth hasn't noticed you taking in her perky ass.

It's unlikely, you realize, as Beth is walking toward the door. You open the trunk to get the luggage, and just pull it all out again. You do swear considerably as you drag their cases in. The exterior of the house did not advertise the interior. The living room seems bigger than the house, somehow, with tile in the entryway and a huge line of hooks on the wall to the right of the door. The carpet is a pleasant blue, and the furniture seems modern, sleek and light — all black cushions with chrome frame. The shelves and bookcases are made from what seem to be darkly painted wood, and you can see the kitchen with its modern appliances. There's a note on the counter indicating all the amenities of the house, wifi password, and the reveal of a hot tub beside the pool that you couldn't see when you pulled up.

Sarah squeals as she looks around. “It's amazing!” She yells. You don't disagree. “I'm going to check out the rooms upstairs!” You watch, wondering if Sarah's big tits will break the bra as she bounds up the stairs. Emily grabs her bag from you, and you set Sarah's against a wall. You and Beth her bag, and you both stiffen as Beth's fingers brush your wrist. Beth looks at you, surprised, and you glance at her briefly. A sudden yell startles you, Beth, and Emily.

“They are amazing. Each one has a water bed. And a tub. Andohmygodwhyhaventwedonethisbefore?!!!” Sarah's review of the rooms thunders through the house and you all laugh. Emily starts up the stairs, and Beth follows her, so you decide to follow Beth. Beth, you decide as you watch her carry the case, moves a bit like a dancer. Her steps are soft, and she definitely is stronger than her slender frame makes her appear. Her luggage wasn't heavy, but it certainly wasn't light. She pulls it up with one hand up the stairs as you follow her. Your eyes stay glued to her ass and legs as she slowly climbs the stairs. When she gets to the top, she pauses, looks at you and gives a shy grin; as if she enjoyed the attention. You wonder if she'd noticed. Swallowing, hoping your boss isn't offended, you head to your room.