Yes — You and Emily can watch together

You glance back at your boss. She is into her workout, moving slowly, languidly, like a dancer in slow motion. She stands away from you, which offers the dual benefits of not seeing you ogle her slight frame, and a perfect view of her taut, firm ass. An ass, you realize that is nicer than Emily's , especially the view you're getting in those yoga pants. You feel your cock harden as Beth leans over, slowly sliding her hands down her legs from the top of her thighs to grab her ankle. She keeps her neck straight, but her eyes are closed, and as she pulls up you're confident she can't see you staring. Emily coughs and whispers “I need your help in here,” so as not to draw Beth's attention. You pull your eyes away from your boss's tight body and toward Emily.

Your other coworker is leaning against the counter to give you a view of her firm looking boobs, straight down her loose fitting t-shirt. “You lucky little shit,” she grins, giving her tits a shake. “I give you an all access pass to these firm, nubile breasts, and then you get to watch Beth's tight, firm ass.” You slide behind Emily and you can almost feel her smile. “And now you get both at once,” she tells you as she feels your hand sliding up her side. Taking her smoky tone for an invitation to grope her, you fill your hand with her right breast through her shirt. Emily stifles a sudden groan, and her body shudders with the effort. “You are such a pervert,” Emily whispers, barely audible as you squeeze her firm tit even more forcefully. “Watching your boss's taut ass while you play with my boobs.” Emily sighs as your left hand finds her other tit and you begin gently squeezing one while remaining forceful with the other, slightly alternating.

Beth's ass is on display even further as she squats before sitting and crossing her legs. “I've seen her do this before. You are in for a special treat. You let Emily's nipple harden between your fingers before you use your index finger to push it gently into her tit. Emily takes a deep breath and you immediately withdraw your finger. “Too much?” you ask. Emily just whispers “No,” intently. “It's fine and do it again,” she says quickly. “You fucker,” Emily says quietly as both your index fingers find her nipples. She says nothing else, and your eyes widen as Beth's ass suddenly seems to pop up. Beth had been using her arms for support, and manages somehow to hold herself up enough to pull her legs straight behind her, her taut, round butt popping into view. “I had no idea,” Emily groans as she gently taps your arms. You immediately release her tits, and her nipples spring out, slightly softer, but far more swollen, at least to your touch. “I'll want to see that later,” she tells you breathlessly. You both turn back to Beth's ass, your eyes tracing her roundness, and the clinging fabric adds definition to the image in your head. She brings her knees under her, then rises slowly. She curves her back in, and in a remarkable display of agility and strength that does absolutely nothing to pull your eyes from her straining ass, uses her core muscles to pull herself up into a kneeling position. After a few deep breaths, she goes back to a position on all fours, letting your ogling continue.

“She's almost done. You should let go of my breasts,” she whispers, even as her hands trap yours on them. You grin and kiss her neck and she sighs. She lets you go, playfully pushing you away as you both turn to work on the omelet. As you push up against her, you can see the outline of her nipples against the shirt. You both get to work chopping some green peppers as Beth stands up.

“As a boss, nothing like teamwork makes me happy.” When you turn to look, you can't help but notice how hard Beth's nipples are against her top. The sports bra clings to her sweaty torso, and her nipples are like spikes against them. Your eyes linger there for a moment, but Beth has grabbed a towel and is wiping her face. Your eyes trace down to her tight abdomen, taking in the hard lines of her sweaty skin. Her bellybutton even looks tight, a slight line as she moves the towel around her face. Her arms and body scream fit and toned, and you have no doubt about Beth's physical strength as you ogle your boss. Some part of you, eager to get you more excited, reminds you that you now have more information for your fantasies. As if reading your mind, Beth turns, stretching her sides by swinging her hips. Her eyes remain closed as she cools down, but her muscles tightening sends you into an almost hypnotic state.

Taking a big swallow, you allow yourself a moment or two more of staring before you pull out a chunk of ham and begin chopping it at Emily's direction. “Hard and firm pieces of ham,” Emily tells you and you stifle as groan. “You guys making omelets?” Beth asks, hunger apparent in her voice. You grin back at her, and reply. “And we didn't even break an egg!” Beth rolls her eyes. “John just killed the moment,” Beth laughs. Emily joins in and Beth marches upstairs. Both you and Emily leer at her ass as she goes up the stairs and Emily turns to you, still smiling. “That was fun,” she admits. You reach up and grope Emily's left breast again. She sighs and goes back to pulling ingredients for the omelet.

“I hope you realize I'm not going to let you play with my tits while we're at the meeting this morning,” she tells you.

“Why not?” you ask, pulling at the hem of her shirt, slightly up. She grins as she lets you play with her shirt, and you slowly drag the bottom of the garment up, exposing her tight stomach. Emily looks up to you and lets a sly grin creep across her face. “Beth's stomach is tighter than mine,” she points out. You are suddenly inspired to gently squat down and kiss her stomach. Emily's eyes widen, and you're not sure this isn't the first time you've surprised her. You lean in and plant a series of kisses on her taut abs, and Emily stifles a moan. Out of instinct, your hands find her waistband, and Emily looks down at you, her eyes locked on yours.