Yes. Time to return the favor

Keeping your eyes on Emily's intense face, you push your fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and you slowly start pulling them down. “Don't start what you can't finish,” Emily tells you, and while you're sure she meant it as a threat, the gentle pressure of her hand on your shoulder and the tone of her voice indicate more of a plea. You slide her shorts down slightly, unable to fight the smile that appears at her neatly trimmed strip of hair peeking over the top of the waistband. Your lips kiss her right at the waistline, and you decide to let your tongue gently caress her there, sliding it slowly down to just above the patch of hair. When you pull back, you look up, and you see Emily's left hand grab your shoulder. Without looking down you slide her shorts down to her thighs. You grin as you suddenly realize she didn't wear panties. Emily's right hand grabs her breast as you feel her pulling your shoulder gently. You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, tangy scent of her pussy as you realize she's getting wetter. You realize you'd love to hear her beg, but you also are in the kitchen. You lean in, kissing her stomach again before you reach your arms around her thighs and pull her legs apart.

“Fuck me,” Emily moans, and she covers her mouth with the hand that had been working her pert breast over. You grin.

“Not yet,” you tell her, and you feel her hand move from her shoulder to your head. Your head slides lower and your tongue immediately feels the damp, smooth lips of her pussy. Emily groans loudly, despite her hand over her mouth. “Shh,” you tell her, and kneel to bury your face between her legs. You feel yourself get harder as you imagine the picture of Emily, hand over her mouth while she guides your head and mouth up and down as your tongue traces her outer lips. You taste and feel her juices lubricating her, and you feel her twitch as your tongue seeks to lap up the tangy flavor. Emily's hand grips your hair, and you don't mind the slight pull, especially as she whimpers gently as you look to burrow more deeply with your mouth.

“Oh my fuck,” Emily whispers, and you get the sense that she's gained some control of the feeling between her legs. Her nipples are absolutely hard, you realize as you look up, taking a breath for a moment, but immediately move back to her delectable pussy. Emily groans as you burrow your tongue between her outer lips, the outer labia pushing away as you move deeper, tracing the inner lips up toward her clit. You tease her gently, missing on purpose until you hear Emily's strained voice. “You're either trying to tease me, or you suck at this,” she teases, though she tousles her hair to let you now she's teasing (at least a little). Your tongue deftly bounces once against her clit in response, and Emily lets out a soft, shuddering gasp. Emboldened by her response, you increase the frequency of your tongue lashings, and Emily groans. Your left hand slides up her back, resting just above her tight ass after a few insistent gropes, and your left hand slides under her shirt.

You fit her tit into your hand and gently squeeze her at the base of her breast, wishing you could see it. You do look up briefly to watch how your distortion of her breast tries to push the nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Emily's hands move down to your head, and the insistent pulling makes you realize that Emily's relatively close. Your other hand finds Emily's other breast, and both hands pull gently toward her nipple. You time the point where your fingers gently close around her nipples to a rapid strike lapping of her hard, hot clit. You feel her hard nub bouncing against your tongue as her hands clench your hair.

“I hope no one comes down,” she breathes. A slow, groan escapes Emily as you feel her legs tighten. Her nipples gently throb between your fingers and you push back against her gently, loving the feel of her firm breasts against your hand as she cums. She writhes against your hands, pulling one hand from your hair to brace against your shoulder while she presses her soaking pussy against your face. You lick and suck at her lips and clit, trying to make sure your mouth is everywhere as you feel even more and more wetness fall to your mouth. Emily does an admirable job of keeping quiet, though you realize she's channeling her desire to make more noise into the grip that threatens to pull your hair out of your head. You ignore the pain to keep attacking her clit, loving the warmth spreading over your face while your hands squeeze and smash Emily's firm breasts beneath her shirt.

Emily convulses twice, her breathing ragged as she keeps her feet beneath her. She pulls one hand from your head and brings it back to your shoulder, and you can feel her beginning to kneel. You immediately put your hands on her sides, helping her stand, and she smiles at you. “That has got to be the best way to wake up,” she whispers. You lean in again, and you feel a forceful, surprisingly strong shove against your shoulder.

“You greedy perv,” she says, but she can't **** a smile off her face. “I have to say no, because there is at least one woman about done with a shower upstairs, but I guarantee you'll be able to do that all over again. Plus a few other things.” She slides her shorts up. “But I've got to finish these omelets, and you need to go take a shower. You smell like me,” she says, her tone softening with a smile that almost looks shy.

This is a work trip, you suddenly realize, and you stand up, more quickly than you should. She leans in and kisses you, slow and long, and her tongue works your mouth over with a surprising strength and vigor. When she pulls away, she bites your lower lip gently, and grabs your hand. “I will be thinking about this morning for a long time,” she tells you. “And you will reap what you have sown,” she promises. “Go enjoy your shower,” she says, pushing you gently away. “And keep your hands to yourself at the meeting. And at breakfast.”

You make your way to your bedroom, and you swear your door closes the second before Beth's opens. “Smells great guys!” she yells. Your shower is hot and fast, and you throw on another pair of jeans, hoping beyond hope that there is a washer and dryer in the house.

By the time you get out of the shower, you can hear everyone downstairs laughing. You walk downstairs to applause as you take in the view. Beth is wearing another long sleeve shirt, a conservative bra protruding slightly, and you glance at her face to see the barest hint of eye makeup. Otherwise, she looks like Beth your boss, long-limbed, svelte, and you find yourself even now imagining her toned body working up your own, her slender hips writhing gently on you as she leans over your body. You feel your neck crane up slightly to take her perky nipple between your lips. Your reverie is broken as you hear Emily cough.

Emily's wearing the same outfit, but she's holding a glass of orange juice in her hand and has a look of mock annoyance on her face. She's worn it before, but never when she's caught you ogling Beth. She has managed to sit at the table next to an empty seat. You slide next to her and she actually slides away. “You don't have to sit so close,” Emily laughs, taking a swallow of orange juice. You just notice the omelet in front of you, and take up the fork. You roll your eyes at her and Beth and Sarah stifle a giggle.

You glance at Sarah, and are surprised to note that she is not wearing a bra. Her black shirt hugs her heavy breasts tightly, and you keep from staring only by glancing back at Emily's chest for a moment. When you glance back at Sarah, you realize she and Beth are talking about a music feature that she'll be writing. A quick glance at Beth indicates she's not looking at you, and you glance once again at Sarah's bountiful chest. Amazed again that she is not wearing a bra, you do your best not to stare too obviously.

Emily's hand has somehow slipped under the table and you feel a slight thud against your jean-clad thigh. When you turn to Emily, she's sipping at her orange juice to wash down the omelet. “Now I need coffee,” she says brightly, standing up. “Anyone else?” Sarah and Beth raise their hands, chuckling. You raise your own hand and Emily gives you a knowing smile.

“Anyone who's been leering at a coworker has to get their own,” Emily says teasingly. She winks slowly at you, ensuring the other two women notice. You stand up immediately, rising to her bait, and Beth and Sara give you mock looks of horror. Emily's smile shifts, and she purses her lips, disappointed that you defused her trap. You slide into the kitchen and pull out four mugs. Emily shakes her head and smiles before sitting down. You get the ladies' coffee orders and set them down, cream and sugar on the table. They all applaud you as you sit down. You chat for a while, Emily's prank forgotten as you discuss a bit of work. As you all finish your coffee, Emily grabs the cups and brings them to the dishwasher before returning gracefully to her seat. Sarah rolls her eyes and looks at Beth with a fake pout.

“We've got that meeting in half an hour. Do we want to do it in the dining room?” she says, whining slightly.

“I love the idea of doing it in the dining room,” Emily says, a completely straight delivery that perks only your ears. She is looking at you as she says it. You all nod, realizing the table will have the spaces for your computers.

“Okay. The publisher sent down an agenda, and the first day is supposed to be a surprise. We'll open the 'meeting packet' when we start. And Thomas was clear that we weren't to look before we started.” You roll your eyes. Thomas is the publisher, and he has moments where he is a cold hard business man, and then moments where he is like a little kid. When he throws parties, you prefer the latter, but often enough, his whimsy gets into work, forcing you all into a weird situation.

The hour passes as the girls shower, and you are disappointed when Emily comes down wearing a button up blouse and a pair of jeans. The impression of her bra strap is visible quite clearly, and you realize she meant it when she said no funny business at the meeting. You sit around the table, and Emily quickly, though not overtly so, sits next to you. She pulls out the folder that Beth has put in front of you.

“And go,” Beth says, setting to everyone's surprise, a timer on her phone. With a flurry of activity, everyone opens their folder and reads. You are about to say “scavenger hunt?” when Sarah moans. “Fucking scavenger hunt? What the fuck are we going to find here?” You can't ignore the way Sarah's breast bounce under her shirt as she leans back in her chair, and wonder how they would look if you lifted the hem. In your imagination, her big boobs fall slightly to her side, gravity taking over. You take a deep breath and look to Emily. Emily has leaned over with her head in her hand.

“Look,” she says, rolling her eyes. “John and I get to work together on this little adventure. You and Sarah get to be teams, too.” She glances at you and gives you a “why me” look before looking at Sarah. Sarah sighs and looks through this. “Oh, damn. We've got until 5 o'clock to get this done. Our team has to find a good lunch place, and a good art theater. We get to choose the dinner. You guys have to find the best musicians in town, and the best periodical publisher. Then we'll each review the others finding tomorrow.”

“That is... totally unnecessarily complicated.” Beth says, giving up on finding some positive spin. You all laugh. “But we've got our orders.”

“As far as weird Thomas stuff goes,” Sarah sighs. “At least this is related to work.” She leans up, and you notice that she makes a point of putting her heavy breasts on the table, her nipples jutting toward you. At least, you realize, trying to hide your grin, you think she made a point of it. You glance at Beth, who is looking at you both. “Whoever gets done first tonight wins,” Beth says. “So text everyone what you find out. And the winner gets to pick the entertainment for tonight!” You, Emily, and Sarah nod.

“Awesome plan, Beth!” Sarah says, high-fiving her. You and Emily share your agreement. “Well, we only have one car,” Beth says. “Where's the best place to go?” she asks Emily.

“Downtown; same place we ate dinner. It's a pretty active place, and the town is small enough that we should be able to walk.” Emily says, keeping her eyes on Beth as she looks over the folder, writing down a few notes.

“If we leave now, we'll get there after everything's open,” Emily says.