Darryl's hands roam over the outside of Abbie's dress

"I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate," Darryl said slowly. The implication of their interaction was more than consensual, but it still felt (to him) that perhaps typical standards of physical space and boundaries were being challenged.

"Do you think you're being inappropriate?" Abbie asked him coyly.

Darryl didn't want to answer. Of course I think it's inappropriate, that's why it's fun, and that's why I said it, he thought to himself, reluctantly pleased that he didn't respond aloud. His finger was still hooked at the top of the neckline of Abbie's dress. "If I do anything you don't want me to do, you'll tell me, won't you?"

"I will."

At that, Darryl relaxed his hand very slightly, but just enough for the weight of his hand to fall against Abbie's chest. His finger was still touching the edge of her dress, but the side of his hand and his arm rested on her breast. It was enough for Darryl to feel the swell of her tits through the dress, but not more than that.

He paused, wondering if this very first move would push Abbie too far. When it didn't, he released his one-finger hold on her dress and slowly slid his hand across her body. He was very intentional in running his palm against her breast, this time stretching his fingers around her curves and blatantly rubbing her through the thin material. He felt her firm nipple as his fingertips slowly passed across it, and he slowed his movements even more to keep his hand on her longer.

Darry swallowed. Softly, he said, "You'll stop me if I go too far, right?"

Abbie nodded slowly. "I will."

Rather than pull his hand away from Abbie's body, Darryl kept his hand on her, holding and kneading her breast through her thin sundress. He felt the firm weight of Abbie's breasts against his hand, admiring her youthful body, her taut and warm skin, and perhaps most of all, that she remained accommodating and almost enthusiastic about him groping her this way.

As he poked at her nipple, Darryl felt her breath shudder. From time to time, Abbie swallowed, catching her breath as she gave herself over to Darryl's hand on her chest.

Darryl was still holding Abbie at the waist with his other hand, and with his confidence buoyed by Abbie's fully agreeable energy, he began to gradually slide that hand up her waist. He felt her firm stomach under his thumb, then the bottom of her rib cage, and finally moved his hand far enough up her torso to hold her other breast tightly in his grasp. He squeezed her, gripping and groping her soft and round breasts, still shielded minimally by her sundress.

Despite a lack of visual confirmation, Darryl was convinced Abbie didn't have a bra on. The material of the dress was thin and light, and although it wasn't a tight dress, once Darryl's hands were pressing against the cloth, it was evident there was nothing under it.

"My god," he muttered, holding her, in awe of everything about the moment.

With his right hand, he continued pawing at Abbie's breasts, caressing and massaging, teasing her nipples, feeling them from all angles. With his left, he slid back down toward her hip again. He went further, down her thigh, wrapping his fingers around her right leg. As he held her, she bent her knee, bringing that leg forward, silently letting Darryl know that she approved.

He ran his hand along the side and underside of her leg. As he rubbed against her, she brought her leg even more forward, trying to make contact with Darryl, particularly around his crotch.

Abbie almost laughed at herself as she suddenly remembered Darryl's monologue about science and male anatomy, and she wanted to know whether he was physically reacting to her. Still, she wasn't ready to get so aggressive as to put her hands on him. Besides, the game of teasing him with her body was a lot of fun, and she certainly got the sense that he was enjoying it too.

Darryl's hands continued wandering around her body. He moved from her leg to her hip, then back to her ass, almost wildly touching her anywhere and everywhere. It was as if he was nearly **** for her to stop him, for him to find the boundary he oughtn't cross.

He switched hands, bringing his right down to feel her other leg, to grope her ass on the other side, and moving his left hand back up to her tits.

"I feel like I have to say something," Darryl mumbled. "So, uh ... you know, your body is utterly amazing."

Abbie nodded. "So I've been told."

"So you've been told. Okay." Darryl was in a moderate daze, listening to Abbie's casual attitude about her own body. He may not have had a million women in his past to compare to Abbie, but he thought she was the most stunning creature he'd ever seen. And he hadn't even seen most of her. Yet? he asked himself. I haven't seen most of her ... yet?

As his mind drifted into an inner monologue of curiosity and incredulity, his hands never stopped touching, stroking, fondling, and feeling. Regardless of what might happen for the rest of this particular day, he knew he was likely to never see this woman again, and wanted to savor every bit he could.

"You're just ... letting me do this to you?" he muttered, half to himself, still hypnotized by Abbie's body.

At first, Abbie didn't reply, as she was consumed with the tingling sensation of being touched, something she always enjoyed, always craved. Not sure if what Darryl had said constituted an actual question, Abbie eventually murmured, "Mm-hm."

"Why?"

Abbie sighed and let the natural weight of her body fall against Darryl's hands. Her answer was simple. "Because it feels good."

Darryl craned his neck forward an inch or so, feeling Abbie's warmth radiating from her face, and smelling a whiff of something delicious from her hair. As he moved his head closer to hers, she lifted her chin as if to meet him in the middle. He continued fondling her chest, but they each brought their bodies closer and closer, Abbie watching Darryl the whole time.

"Can I ...?" he began slowly.

"Mm-hm," Abbie replied quickly.

Darryl chuckled. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask, and the answer is still yes?"

"Yes."

"But what if you don't like it?"

"I'm confident I will."

Darryl blinked slowly. He almost reluctantly moved his hand off her breasts and held her by the waist. His grip on her indicated that she should nudge closer to him, which she did. As if in slow-motion, Darryl brought his head closer to Abbie's, tilting to the side, lining up as if to kiss her. Their noses grazed against one another, and Darryl stopped moving just short of meeting her lips.

He blinked again, and swallowed.

"What is it?" Abbie whispered. His breath was heavy against her face. She could smell him, a combination of peppermint and a little bit of ****.

Darryl was quiet. "Somehow this feels more intimate that ..."

"... than touching me?" Abbie said.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Okay," Abbie said, nodding.

"But you're not stopping me. You said you'd stop me."

"If it was too much, yes."

"You're not stopping me," he repeated.

"I'm not stopping you, Darryl."

Abbie nuzzled her nose against his. They were about as close as they could be without kissing, each of them breathing softly, each of them feeling the warmth of the air between them.