To the store

You suggest that the store would be the best idea, that way dinner can be more relaxing. Sarah catches your eye by cupping her right breast and gently rolling it in her palm. Her breast shakes gently, threatening at times to fall out of the cup, but Sarah's control is apparent as the heavy orb stays within the bra. The drive to the store is enjoyable with Sarah. You all talk about work, but then move the conversation to social life, and favorite restaurants, movies, and all the stuff you plan on doing besides working during the week. During the latter part of the conversation, Sarah catches your attention and quickly pantomimes a blowjob. You can't keep the smile off your face, and Sarah giggles as you both rejoin the discussion.

The drive is pleasant and after two hours, you pull up to a nice grocery store. As you get out of the car, you keep your eyes on Sarah, though she seems more interested in shopping as she bounds to the front door. Her big breasts bounce around, and you're thankful for the view. Emily and Beth follow Sarah into the store, and you bring up the rear, enjoying the nice asses of the two women who haven't let you feast on their breast in mid air. Your mind flashes back to the recent memory, and you catch yourself in mid-daydream when Emily asks what you want to do about the food.

“We could split up,” Sarah says casually. “You guys handle all the dry foods — cereal, bread, stuff like that. John and I will get fruits, veggies, meats, and ice cream.” Beth sputters as she hears Sarah's adding on of dessert to the menu. Emily gives a big grin to you both as she pushes a cart beyond you both and goes off in search of the starches. You are left with Sarah in store that seems more crowded than you expected. Sarah shrugs, grabs the cart, and keeps walking. You realize quickly that Sarah's attracting attention, and stares from men and women alike, some approving, others less so as you make your way to the produce section.

“They all know you're with me,” she tells you as she pulls in a pile of apples and then a bag of oranges into the cart. Then, perhaps louder than she should, “John, could you get a couple of melons?” You grab two nice ripe cantaloupes and bring them over to the cart. One woman is open mouthed shock, while the man she stands next to is staring intently at the cleavage Sarah has on display. Sarah winks at you as you gently place the two heavy fruits into the basket, then follow her cart as she moves towards the vegetables, gathering salad basics, then carrots and potatoes, some bananas, and your surprised at the run of fruits and vegetables.

Sarah grins as she watches you help her load the cart, and she settles her heavy breasts over the handle of the cart to push her cleavage up even further. You find yourself staring as she shuffles to the left and right, sending a shimmer of flesh across her chest, and you eventually pull yourself away to look for the butcher's department. Finding the department (coincidentally labeled “meat”) you pick up a roast, some lunch meat, and at Sarah's request order four chicken breasts. She giggles when you say it out loud. You grab milk and butter, too. As you fall into step next to her, Sarah looks up at you and grins. Her tits are gently bouncing as she walks. “Should we catch up with the other two? I'd really hoped to show a bit more in here, but it's crowded and I don't want to get arrested,” she says, her voice smoky.

You decide to track down your coworkers, and pick up some small desserts along the way. When you run into Emily and Beth, the two are discussing cereal rather loudly. There are already two boxes in the cart, and Cap'n Crunch is up against a whole grain organic cereal. You listen to the argument for a moment before you realize you don't know which one is winning. Sarah finally coughs, and the two women glance over. Grinning, they put both boxes in the cart and move on toward the register. You tally up the bill, and realize that no one bought anything to drink: soda, beer or otherwise. Beth and Emily say they'll pay for the groceries if you and Sarah grab some soda and beer.

You follow Sarah back to the drink aisle, and grab some soda. She heads off to the beer while you grab two twelve packs, and find Sarah leaning over the beers, “reading” them, and giving some hypnotized old man a show as she decides what to get. She picks up two different types of beer, and seeing you, tells you to grab a six pack of a specialty blueberry beer that she likes. As you're walking back, you can't resist a comment about the older man. “You were putting on quite a show,” you tell her. She gives you a quick, hungry look.

“I do aim to please,” she says with a wink. You give her cleavage a hard stare as you walk, loving the bounce in her bra. Sarah sees and bounces them a bit harder for you. “And don't worry,” she says as she watches your eyes race the lines of her boobs overflowing the bra momentarily. “You are my top priority when we get there.” When you get to the register, Beth and Emily are gone, presumably unloading the carts into the trunk. It's definitely a tight fit, but they somehow make it work. The drinks you realize, will have to fit between you and Sarah. “Wow. They're fast,” Sarah says as Beth closes the trunk. Emily slides into the driver's seat, and you and Sarah load the drinks after catching Emily's attention.

“Let's go check this house out,” Beth says. “I was told it would be 'conducive to team building.'” Emily agrees, plugs the address into the GPS and begins driving. Within about twenty minutes, you pull into the driveway of the house.

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 pop out of the car as Emily opens the trunk, and start pulling out bags. You hand the groceries to the girls, and you were right to be impressed in terms of getting them in the car. It's a tight fit, and you realize souvenirs aren't likely on the agenda if you're going to fit the suitcases back in. You get all four (heavy) pieces of luggage out, and realize that the girls are already at the door.

“Thanks John!” Sarah yells as Beth turns the key and pushes the door open. You sigh, grabbing the bags. You stack them as best you can and pull them up the driveway. Emily meets you at the door with a sympathetic look, grabbing her own bag and relieving the load quite a bit. You pull the rest of the bags into the house. You sigh as you're able to organize the bags, and look around at your new digs.

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 wanders around for a moment before coming to grab her bag. She see you and grins. Glancing around to see if anyone's close, the buxom brunette gives her left breast a quick bounce. “Meet me in my room after you unpack,” she tells you. “Or I could come to your room.”