Abbie takes a moment for herself

Two hands, two stimulation points. Abbie had her right hand on her breast, squeezing hard, gripping her own body aggressively. If Darryl had asked her, she'd have told him to grab her, to hold her, to put his hands all over her. But instead, Darryl watched.

"You're not ... finished, I guess," he offered weakly. He pulled on his dick a little, wondering if he'd be able to rise to a second round, but it wasn't happening.

Abbie's other hand was at her pussy. She worked her way around her clothes, and had two fingers up inside her hole, thrusting, rubbing, fucking herself. Still on the floor, she rocked her body up and down. Unintentionally, she opened her mouth a small crack, and little bit of Darryl's come -- which Abbie was loyally trying to hold onto -- dribbled out.

"Oh Christ," Darryl said quickly. "You're still ... I mean, you've still got -- wow." He smiled at her, and she watched him intently. "I have to say, that was pretty hot, seeing that coming back out of your mouth like that, don't you think?"

Abbie nodded, but didn't stop fingering herself.

"Would you do it again? Just a little bit?"

Abbie kept staring at Darryl, kept jerking her fingers in and out of her pussy. She relaxed her jaw a little, and her lips, just enough to naturally let a bit more of her mouth open. A combination of Darryl's jizz and Abbie's own saliva dripped from her mouth and ran down her chin, falling onto her chest. Abbie didn't look down, she kept her focus on Darryl. And she didn't even acknowledge his request, except that she did exactly what he had asked.

Darryl felt a slight twinge in his groin -- not enough to get him erect again, but something, a slight pulse in his muscles. "Damn," he said softly.

Abbie's mouth stayed relaxed, and as her body writhed up and down, more of Darryl's spunk oozed over her lips. She didn't do anything about it -- it just came out of her mouth, ran across her face, and fell onto other parts of her body.

That she wasn't doing anything to contain the come, that she was just allowing it to fall freely wherever it happened to land, that she wasn't making any comment or change in behavior -- all of this was very hot to Darryl, whose eyes were fixed on her.

Abbie began to breathe more heavily through her mouth, now that her lips were open and most of what she had been holding had dripped out. She still had small threads of saliva (or come, or both) hanging from her lips, and she let her tongue come out a bit to taste, though not clean anything up.

She fucked her fingers harder and pinched her nipples. She rocked her head back, pounding her hand against her pussy. Her chest quivered, and soon, her whole body began to shudder.

"Ohhh," she moaned through come-glistened lips. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming ... I'm coming, I'm coming ..." She kept riding her own hand, her face and chest coated in saliva and semen, shimmering under the hallway lights. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed. As she shook from her orgasm, her tits jiggled and her abs contracted and released. Her entire upper body convulsed. Whatever climaxes she had had up to this point were secondary, as this one grabbed her more deeply and resonated longer. She moved her left hand from her breasts up to her mouth, touching the moisture on her skin, drawing it to her lips and tongue, and licking it, swallowing it. She relished in the feeling of the sticky and wet residue on her body, savoring the flavor. Her right hand remained in her pussy, thrusting, pumping, grinding away, perpetuating the stimulation, extending the orgasm. Her breaths shuddered and staggered, and she could feel her heartbeat pounding through her body.

She sustained her energy at the peak of her climax shaking, writhing, torquing her body in order to feel the intensity in every part of her. As she felt the orgasm waning, she slowed her movements, gradually, bit by bit. Her hand kept moving in her pussy, but slowed. Her fingers traced along her chin and lips until she sensed that she had collected all there was to collect. The tempo of her rocking motions decreased, as did her heartbeat. She slid her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her face, smelling them, licking them, smiling at the luxurious sensations. She stopped moving her body, and relaxed herself down, sitting back, feet out, legs splayed.

When she lifted her head and opened her eyes, she looked around and chuckled to herself. Darryl was gone.

She had no sense of when he had left, not that it mattered. She had given him quite an afternoon -- and he had given her one as well. They had connected, which is what she always longed for. That he didn't stay for a goodbye, that was inconsequential to Abbie. Perhaps it would have been more pleasant? Perhaps not.

Abbie stood up and looked herself over. She laughed at the sight -- not that she felt bad or awkward about it, only at the somewhat incongruous nature of herself, half-naked, sweaty, partially covered in Darryl's sticky load -- all against the country club hallway, and the acknowledgment that, in a few minutes, she would rejoin Jake and head off to whatever the rest of the afternoon had in store.

Abbie slipped into women's restroom. She rinsed her hands and washed her face. She giggled to herself when she remembered that she was in the restroom in the first place because she needed to use it, and the last twenty minutes had been quite the diversion. She finished her business, and washed her hands a second time. She took a long look in the mirror, checking her face, her hair, and her dress. Satisfied, she left the restroom, wandered back down the hallway, and navigated herself back to the front of the country club to find Jake.