You might as well

Part of you wants to be at the top of the stairs to watch Sarah run up them, wondering if her bra would hold her breasts in as she ran up the stairs. Emily and Beth chuckle as Sarah makes it to the second floor and starts raving about the rooms. “They are amazing. Each one has a water bed. And a tub. Andohmygodwhyhaventwedonethisbefore?!!!” You all snort in the living room as you pull up Emily's luggage.

“You don't have to do that,” Emily says, reaching for the luggage. Your hand brushes against hers and she grins. “I can carry my own bag.” You grin at her and pull away.

“If you change your mind, let me know,” you tell her. You grab Beth's bag and your own, leaving Sarah's on the first floor as you follow Emily up. The decision is a good one. Emily isn't struggling to carry her bag at her side, but the extra effort tightens her legs and ass against the tight pants she has on. The view is impressive, and you do your best to keep your stares subtle. The only thing that keeps the others from noticing you is the position of the stairs on the far side of the living room. Beth follows behind you, and as Emily hits the top of the stairs, she goes left. You follow her as you hear Sarah from the end of the hall to the right. You realize that this means you'll get the room across from Emily, and you remember the stares she was giving you in the car. The dead weight in your hand reminds you that you have to unpack, and you shake yourself out of the train of thought.

The rooms are impressive. They're big, with a closet, and apparently Sarah was not wrong about the bathroom. Four single rooms with bathrooms — you shake your head trying to figure out how you all got so lucky. You open your luggage in the closet, and from where you're standing, you can see Emily leaning over to put something on the floor next to her bed. It's a completely innocuous action, but your reaction is anything but. You almost feel embarrassed as you feel yourself start getting hard, and try to work on unpacking. You take a few deep breaths before Emily appears at your door, leaning against the frame.

"You didn't get enough of a look in the car?" she asks mildly. She grins at you, her eyes shining. You start to say something and Emily grins. Her face gets serious as she steps in eyeing you up and down. "Or in the office?" she asks. Your face goes white and she smiles. "I still can't believe how cool you were about that. I mean, I was wearing far less. My skin exposed to those greedy eyes." You swallow, and Emily grins. "But in the car, you could not keep your eyes off my chest. I don't know whether to feel wanted or creeped out." She leans into you and takes a deep breath. Every hair on your body perks up as you feel her lips lightly brush yours before pressing more firmly. You kiss her back, slowly, and groan as you feel her hand on your chest. Her lips turn up into a slight smile beneath yours as she feels your hand on her ass. "What if I'm not that type of girl," she breathes. Your hand snakes up to her shirt and you pause as you realize she's shed her bra. She glances up at you and winks. "I'm that type of girl," she says before giving you a peck on the cheek and twirling around, ensuring you don't get a glance of her freed breasts.

"I think we're going to plan out the rest of the day downstairs," Emily says, moving back into her room. She pauses at her door as you follow her. "And no, John, I don't think I'll put it back on." The door closes as she gives a you bright smile and she disappears.

You look down at the bags, then groan as you feel your hyper hard cock rubbing against your underwear. You idly wonder if you should take care of the sudden distraction.