Abbie and Jake put on a show

Michelle took a small step away from Abbie and Jake and looked them up and down. She smirked, struck with an idea. "How do you feel about being watched?"

Abbie and Jake made eye contact with one another. Abbie raised an eyebrow, and Jake shrugged.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Abbie.

Michelle turned and with a sexy sway of her hips, walked over to the wide doors that led to the balcony. She drew back the curtains and looked outside. The night sky was clear with a smattering of stars visible. Michelle stood in the doorway, her body silhouetted from exterior glow of the hotel lights. They were all the way up on the 19th floor, so the odds that anyone could see a naked blonde in the window were slim -- but still, the thought of it was exciting to all three of them.

As Abbie looked at Michelle's outline, she thought about the balcony, and remembered the fun she and Jake had out there. "My god, Jake, was it just ... this morning? Us ... on that balcony?"

Jake chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. Feels like a dream."

Michelle turned back. "You guys did it out there?" she asked.

"Yes," said Abbie. "This morning."

Michelle laughed. "I need lessons from you two. Or maybe more so, my husband needs lessons." She paused for a moment to reflect -- and then dismiss -- thoughts of her husband. "His loss."

She took a few steps to a small chair. She bent forward to take hold of the chair, turning it to face Abbie and Jake. She looked over her shoulder, and noticed both of them staring at her ass. "Looks good, huh?"

Abbie nodded. "Yeah!"

Michelle always liked it when people stared at her tight ass, and this was no exception. She grinned and wiggled her butt at them. Then she turned, and sat in the chair.

"Okay, I think I'd like a show. What do you say, are you up for a little strip tease?"

"Absolutely," said Abbie. "I mean, I shouldn't speak for Jake, but -- you know, whatever, I'll speak for him. Yes, we're up for it." She giggled and nudged Jake with her elbow. Jake sighed dramatically. He wasn't sure he wanted to do any kind of strip tease, but he wasn't about to deny Abbie anything.

"I'm naked, so I make the rules. That's fair, isn't it?" Michelle said.

Abbie nodded. "Totally fair."

"Good," said Michelle. "I want to watch you. I want to see you make out, take each other's clothes off, touch each other, whatever you do when you get home at the end of the night."

In a whisper intended to be loud enough for Michelle to hear, Jake said, "Should we tell her that we don't live together?"

Abbie giggled and Michelle sat up straight and stern. "It's a fantasy, dummy. Pretend."

Jake smiled. Abbie swatted him playfully on the chest, but then kept her hand there, easily shifting the mood from meaningless pat to sensual connection. Her hand moved to his necktie, which hung loose (but still knotted) around his neck. She pulled it in a quick snap, pulling Jake along with it. He stepped forward, and all but fell into a kiss with Abbie.

The two kissed slowly and tenderly, locked together for a long time. Abbie held onto Jake's tie the whole time, as if there were some connection between holding the tie and holding the kiss. Jake, meanwhile, had his hands behind Abbie's neck and around her back. The deep drop of the back of her dress -- combined with Abbie not wearing a bra -- meant that Jake's hand was on her bare back, which was another feeling he absolutely loved. Her back was firm and narrow, the small rise of muscle along either side of her spine felt warm in Jake's hand. As he held her, his hand slowly made its way down her back, resting right at that vague boundary between her back and her ass.

"Damn, you two like kissing." Michelle was both excited and ready for things to heat up. She was leaning back in her chair, her fingers randomly stroking her own skin. She wasn't quite masturbating, but she was definitely stimulating herself with her own touch. "Let's take this up a step. Abbie, would you -- slowly -- get his shirt off? I'd like to see what you admire about him as you do it."