Sure. See how it goes

As you all reach down to eat, your hand snakes down for a moment to rub Beth's thigh. She glances at you, but picks up the burrito and takes a small bite. You use your left hand to scoop some salad into your mouth with your fork, and Beth takes a swallow of her food. You massage her inner thigh, and notice a flush slowly creep its way up Beth's neck. Her leg is firm, a tight muscle rippling under skin, and her physical fitness is apparent. You glance at her occasionally, and you swear every now and then her top shifts to catch on a hardened nipple on her breast.

You're able to half keep up with the conversation, which gets easier as the women drink a bit more. Beth allows your occasional gropes as the night continues, but you're not quite sure how comfortable you are. The farthest you get is almost by accident, as your pinky brushes across what is unmistakably her panties. At this she stiffens, but Sarah and Emily don't notice, laughing at a joke that Beth had just made. Your boss takes a deep breath and glances at you, but rather than shaking her head, you get a slow nod. You brush over her panties, and you can only imagine how wonderfully wet she's getting as you feel her panties shift slightly before you have to pull away for fear of the waitress noticing.

Beth takes a long pull on the glass of water she's ordered with the cocktail, and grips the table for a moment, taking a deep breath. As she catches herself, she glances at you and announces she's going to the restroom. The other two women at the table agree drunkenly with the good idea, and they actually stumble off together. You wonder if Beth was hoping for alone time, and are happily daydreaming about your boss pleasuring herself in the bathroom when the waitress begins cleaning off the plates and leaves you with the bill. She gives you a knowing look as she cleans up the table. "Have a... pleasant evening, sir," she says. You pay for the meal out of distraction, forgetting that the meal was supposed to be covered. You hope you can get reimbursed, and you let your mind wander again as you imagine Beth exposing her breast in the bathroom to play with (or even just look at) her perky breast.

You aren't really aware of how hot the idea makes you until your coworkers return. Beth's hand lightly touches your shoulder, and you sit up straighter to make room for your boss. She lets her hand linger, and as she sits, she glances over at you again, a quick look, and you smile at her. She smiles back, and you shift your attention to Emily and Sarah, taking special pains to watch Sarah's big breasts jiggle in their top as she sits down. You feel your cock start to twitch a bit more uncomfortably as you glance back at Beth. She takes a sip of her water, and you want so badly to reach out and continue where you left off in the bedroom. The air seems to tingle around you for a moment, and you find yourself plunged into a charged space that you hadn't expected. The sounds of the restaurant fade for a split second, and you picture yourself pulling Beth's top aside and taking another peek at her left breast. You come back to reality as Emily asks if you'll drive to the store.

"I give amazing directions," Emily says, giggling. "But if we get pulled over, I'll probably get arrested."

Sarah pipes up. "I could probably drive, but I really don't want to. And I had a drink. Beth did, too. Looks like John gets to drive our drunk asses to the grocery store!" Beth gives Sarah a withering look, but Sarah laughs, and Beth even giggles. Soon all the women are laughing, and Beth stands up to lead the group outisde. You move in behind Beth, but think a bit better of groping her tight ass with Sarah and Emily behind you. Emily tosses you the keys, which you manage to catch in one hand.

"This is why you're driving. Ninja reflexes!" You are a bit disheartened, but understand why Emily needs the front seat. You wonder if you can position the rear view mirror at all to get glimpses of you boss's covered tits. You are surprised at your own brazenness, but something at the back of your mind reminds you that Beth seems to be dealing with this fare more stoically than you would have expected.

As you follow the directions, Emily points out a stop. "Oh. Who wants to see a favorite hangout from when I was a kid?"