Abbie finds more things to photocopy

Abbie stared at the image, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through her. The machine had captured her most intimate parts with startling clarity.

"I think we're making excellent progress," Jake said, his voice husky. "But perhaps we should test other ... components. For comparison purposes."

"What did you have in mind?" Abbie asked, though she already knew she'd agree to whatever he suggested.

Jake's hands moved up her body, brushing over her hips to her waist, then higher to the buttons of her blouse. "I wonder how different textures reproduce. Your skin against the glass creates one effect, but what about ..." His fingers traced the outline of her breast through her blouse. "Other parts of you?"

"Yes," Abbie nodded eagerly. "That's a very logical next step."

Jake helped her down from the copier, his hands steadying her as her legs trembled slightly. He guided her to stand facing the machine.

"If you bend over," he suggested, his hands on her shoulders, "we could test how well it captures the front of you."

Abbie leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of the copier for support. The position left her still-exposed lower half completely accessible to Jake, who took immediate advantage, his hands caressing the curves of her ass.

Abbie leaned forward over the machine, her chest pressed against the cool glass. Jake's hands remained on her hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on her exposed skin.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. "Ready?"

Abbie reached for the start button, her finger hovering over it. "Ready."

The machine hummed beneath her chest, vibrations traveling through her body as Jake's hands continued their exploration, one sliding between her thighs from behind. Abbie gasped as his fingers grazed her most sensitive spot, nearly forgetting the copy emerging from the side of the machine.

Jake retrieved it, examining the image of Abbie's blouse-covered chest pressed against the glass. "Interesting," he said thoughtfully. "But I think the fabric is creating too much interference. Don't you?"

"Yes," Abbie agreed immediately, her breath catching as his fingers continued their gentle teasing between her legs. "Too much ... interference."

"Perhaps we should remove that layer," Jake suggested, his free hand moving to the buttons of her blouse. "For scientific accuracy."

"Absolutely," Abbie nodded, arching her back slightly as his fingers slipped inside her. "We should be ... thorough."

Jake skillfully undid her buttons with one hand, his other never ceasing its rhythmic exploration between her thighs. He helped her slip the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her in just her bra above the waist.

"Let's try again," Jake said, guiding her back down onto the glass. "This should give us better ... resolution."

Abbie pressed her bra-clad chest against the cool surface, the sensation making her nipples tighten beneath the delicate fabric. Jake's fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements between her legs, causing her to shift her hips against his hand.

"Stay still," he murmured, though his teasing touch made it nearly impossible. "We want a clear image."

Abbie bit her lip and pressed the button again. The copier hummed, capturing her in her increasingly exposed state as Jake's fingers worked their magic. When the paper emerged, he held it up with his free hand.

When the copy emerged, Jake examined it with approval. "The lace creates an interesting pattern," he observed, his free hand moving to unclasp her bra. "But I wonder how the natural form would reproduce."

"Only one way to find out," Abbie breathed, already shrugging out of her bra straps.

Jake helped her remove the garment completely, tossing it aside with her blouse. His hands cupped her bare breasts from behind, thumbs grazing her hardened nipples before guiding her back down to the glass.

"Perfect," he whispered against her ear as she pressed her naked breasts to the cool surface. The sensation made her gasp, her nipples tightening further against the glass. Jake's fingers resumed their exploration between her legs, more insistent now.

"Make another copy," he instructed, his voice rough with desire.

Abbie fumbled for the button, pressing it as Jake slipped two fingers inside her. The dual sensation of the vibrating machine against her sensitive breasts and his fingers stroking her from behind made her moan softly.

"Shh," Jake cautioned, though his movements only intensified. "Someone might hear."

"I can't help it," Abbie whispered, her hips moving against his hand. "It feels too good."

The copy slid out, revealing a stark black-and-white image of her breasts flattened against the glass, nipples prominently displayed. Jake made an appreciative sound as he examined it.

"Now that's art," he said, setting the paper aside and returning his full attention to Abbie's body. His fingers withdrew, leaving her aching for more as he slowly knelt behind her.

"What are you doing?" Abbie asked, looking over her shoulder to see Jake positioning himself behind her, his face level with her exposed lower half.

"More troubleshooting," he replied with a mischievous smile. "I need to examine things more ... thoroughly."

His hands caressed the backs of her thighs, spreading them slightly wider. Abbie gripped the edges of the copier, her knuckles whitening as Jake's warm breath tickled her sensitive skin.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his hands now kneading the flesh of her ass, thumbs spreading her open.

"Yes," Abbie gasped, the word escaping her lips without hesitation. "Please."

Jake's tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along her inner thigh, moving upward with teasing patience. Abbie pressed her forehead against the cool surface of the copier, trying to steady her breathing as anticipation built inside her.

When his tongue finally made contact with her most sensitive area, Abbie had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. Jake worked methodically, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice with devoted attention. His hands kept her spread open, occasionally squeezing her ass or sliding up to caress the small of her back.

"Oh god," Abbie whispered, her hips instinctively pushing back against his face. The copy button dug into her stomach as she shifted, accidentally triggering another scan.

Jake chuckled against her, the vibrations sending new waves of pleasure through her body. "Making more documentation?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her as he spoke.

"Mm-hm," Abbie managed to say, though coherent thought was becoming increasingly difficult as Jake's tongue ventured higher, circling the tight ring of her ass with unexpected boldness. Abbie gasped, her whole body tensing at the new sensation.

"Too much?" Jake murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing.

"Don't stop," Abbie breathed, surprising herself with how quickly the answer came.

Jake hummed appreciatively, his tongue continuing its exploration while his fingers returned to stroke between her legs. The dual sensations made Abbie's knees weak, and she pressed herself harder against the copier for support.

The machine beneath her spit out another copy -- this one capturing only the edge of her breast as she'd shifted position. Jake paused to glance at it, his fingers still working steadily inside her.

"I think we've thoroughly tested the image quality," he said, rising slowly to his feet behind her, his body pressing against her back. "But I'm not sure we've fully resolved the original problem."

Abbie could feel the hard length of him through his pants as he pressed against her ass. "We haven't?" she asked breathlessly. "What do you suggest?"

Jake's hands moved to his belt, unfastening it with deliberate slowness. "I think we need to check the internal mechanisms," he said, his voice low in her ear. "Make sure everything is ... properly aligned."