Abbie puts her hands on Darryl's body

Abbie took a deep breath and smiled at Darryl. "Well, unless you'd like me to say good bye and walk away, you're going to have to get more comfortable with me close to you."

Darryl turned his body slightly and scratched his ear. He was looking for some kind of physical release to break the tension he felt. He let out a loud sigh, clicked his tongue, and turned back to Abbie with an air of resignation.

"Okay. I have decided, I'm going to be comfortable with ... whatever happens here."

Abbie grinned. "Good." She looked him up and down. "I don't really believe you, but we'll go with it anyway."

Darryl chuckled. "Yup. We'll go with it anyway."

Abbie reached her hands forward and took hold of Darryl's. "I'm holding your hands. Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl looked down at his hands. His heart was pumping hard, but he was going to make every effort to not get in his own way.

"No."

"Good," said Abbie. She moved both his hands into her left, and then placed her right hand on his arm. "Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl smiled. "No."

Abbie moved her right hand up to Darry's face, and gently placed it on his cheek. "And this. Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl closed his eyes and breathed, feeling her palm against him. He leaned his head the slighted bit to press a little harder into her hand. "No."

Abbie sighed as Darryl leaned into her. The weight of his head against her hand was reassuring, comforting. She felt the skin of his face. It was older, firmer in places, and she could feel the tight wrinkles near his eyes and around the corner of his mouth. She slowly slid her hand down the side of his face, past his jawline, and onto his chest. With her palm against him, she could feel his heart beat, which grew faster the longer she stayed there.

"And this," she repeated, the phrase becoming a stepping stone in their foreplay. "Does this make you nervous?"

Darryl breathed deeply. "No," he lied.

Abbie smiled. "I can feel your heart."

"Maybe you can."

Abbie moved closer to Darryl, shortening the distance between their bodies. "I'm standing closer to you now. Does that make you nervous?" She felt his heart flutter faster than before.

Darryl shook his head, breathing deeply through his nose. "Not at all," he lied again.

Abbie lifted her head to lean closer to Darryl's face. "Okay," she said softly. "Whatever you say." She moved her hand down the front of his body, and brought her second hand to touch him as well. Her hands ran along his sides, and stopped at his belt. She stroked the top edge of his belt and pants, in toward the middle, out toward the sides. "And this?"

Darryl smiled. "Nope."

With her hands still on his body, Abbie slowly lowered herself into a squat in front of him. "I'm glad you're not nervous."

"No reason to be, of course," Darryl said, playing the game. "There's nothing you're doing that isn't completely out of the ordinary."

"Right."

"Your hand. My ... leg."

Darryl's speech broke as Abbie moved her hands to touch his thighs. Her hands began at the outside of his legs, casually resting on his outer thighs. Abbie looked up at Darryl, her blue eyes glistening, a sly smile presenting on her face.

"How about this?" As she moved her hands up and in, she saw a little movement in his pants. She wasn't touching anything more than his leg, but his reactions were becoming clear. She watched the small bulge in his pants pulse and twitch, and then brought her gaze back up to Darryl again.

"Totally fine," he said. He felt as if she was daring him to acknowledge a reaction, and the longer he denied it (however obviously false that might be), the more she'd test his limits.

"And this? Does this make you nervous?" Abbie slid her hands further up his legs. The bulge in his pants was quite evident now, and she could easily see the outline of his stiffening cock down the left side of his pants. She kept her right hand just far enough away from it that she wasn't making contact, but made up for it by stroking her left hand around his inner leg, along the inseam of his pants, just barely out of contact with his crotch.

Darryl's eyelids closed as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh my god," he mumbled, trying to breathe deeply, trying to control himself.

Watching him react gave Abbie a wave of excitement and pleasure. She liked having this kind of impact on people. Abbie clutched him more firmly, hoping it would keep him engaged.

"Are you okay?" she asked, teasing. The way her right hand wrapped around his leg, the way she gripped him, his pants were taut against him, emphasizing the outline of his dick. By this point, it had grown even further, and Abbie could easily see the contour of the tip and part of the shaft.

"Great," Darryl croaked. "Couldn't be better." His tone was sarcastic, but the sentiment was sincere. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Abbie realized that as she watched his cock growing in his pants, she might not even have to move her hands again to achieve contact. As his dick grew and strained against the material, it pushed up against her thumb. She licked her lips and smiled at this unexpected but completely agreeable consequence.

"Mm."

Abbie let out a small moan and wiggled in place, excited to have even the slightest bit of incidental contact. She gently moved her thumb against the tip of his dick. She felt his body shudder and heard him catch his breath.

"And this?" she said, moving her thumb back and forth, rubbing the head of his penis through his pants.

"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me ..." Darryl uttered. He was obviously enjoying it, but questioning it all nonetheless.

Abbie rubbed him a little harder. "Me? My hand was just innocently resting against your thigh." She shifted her fingers upward to touch more of his cock. "Is it my fault that part of you just ... bumped up against me?"

"Yes!" Darryl said with a laugh. "Yes, it's entirely your fault."

Abbie ran her thumb and forefinger along his shaft, slowly and dramatically, one end to the other and back again. She idly let her other hand slither back up Darryl's body and dig gently into his stomach. "What's the difference between touching you here ..." She ran her fingertips down his abdomen and back up again. "... And touching you here?" For comparison, she squeezed his dick through his pants, all the while looking up at him innocently and sweetly.

"Difference?"

"It's just my fingers touching some cloth that happens to be resting against you."

"Just cloth."

Abbie smiled and nodded. "Right." She continued rubbing both his stomach and his penis.

Darryl sighed and clenched his body as he felt her fingers massaging his cock. "So is that the same as if ... as if I put my hand over your, um ... your dress?"

Abbie shrugged. "Yeah, seems like it to me."