"What's the sexiest part of your partner's body?"

Abbie turned to face Jake. "So this isn't specifically about you or me, okay? This is just kind of in general, or in a fantasy world."

"Abbie, you are my fantasy world," said Jake with a smile.

"Stop it." She smirked and blushed. "Let's just make this one less personal, can we do that?"

"I'll try."

Abbie settled back into her seat. "When you think about your partner, what do you think is the sexiest part of their body?"

"Oh, good one." Jake nodded, and took a moment to think. "Well, the obvious answers are like, your tits, right?"

"Not me, remember?"

Jake shook his head. "Okay, I'll pretend not to be thinking about you."

Abbie giggled.

"I've always been kind of a boob guy. But I think I'll go with something less mainstream and say shoulders. The tops and fronts of shoulders."

"Shoulders?" Abbie instinctively wiggled her shoulder as she said it. "Tell me more." As she listened to Jake, she touched her own shoulder, feeling the material at the strap of her sun dress.

"I always admire the round curve on the outside, extending down into the upper arm. Yours are kissed with freckles, which is an added bonus."

Abbie looked at her left shoulder and thought about her freckles.

"The collarbone is sometimes sexy, the way it creates a shape with the side of the neck. There's a soft spot just under the collarbone, just before the muscles of the chest, just before the soft and plump pillow of the breast all begin."

"Here?" Abbie asked, touching herself where she imagined that spot to be.

"Not quite. May I touch you?" Jake extended his hand.

"Of course, Jake." She smiled.

Jake put his hand on the outside of her dress, right in the spot he was talking about. "Here. About halfway between the outer edge of the shoulder and your, um, nipple, I guess."

Abbie laughed. "You got a little stammer in your voice. You can't talk about nipples?"

"Of course I can. I just -- we were being kind of scientific, and my brain got scrambled."

Abbie put her hand on top of Jake's, and felt the soft spot. "So it's this part, moving from the shoulder down toward the breast?" Abbie traced the line with her fingers.

"Naturally, you can feel it better without your clothes in the way."

"Can you?"

"Yes. You want to pull the top of your dress down a little and I can show you?"

Abbie smiled. "Okay, I'll do that." She slid her thumb into the shoulder strap of her dress, and easily pushed it off her shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Will you show me what you mean?"

"Is it okay if I touch you again?"

Abbie laughed. "Of course it is, Jake. You know that."

He reached over, and touched her shoulder first, then moved his fingers in front of her, and onto her chest. He spread his hand out so that his palm rested on the ball of her shoulder and his fingers extended toward her breasts. He was able to feel the part of her chest where her skin got fuller, where the tops of her breasts began.

"This," he said, pressing his fingers down. "Not quite touching your breasts, and not the bony part of the upper shoulder or collarbone."

"Mm, that feels nice," said Abbie.

Jake continued kneading Abbie's skin in that delicate spot that, as he said, wasn't quite her breast. "What's yours?"

Abbie was lost in her reverie, and didn't articulate a clear answer. "Who's that?"

"I said," repeated Jake, "what's your favorite sexy spot?"