Darryl kisses Abbie's breasts

Darryl had been certain that Abbie was going to stop him when he began touching her breasts. Actually, he assumed she was going to stop him about a dozen times prior to that. And then again when he leaned in to get close enough to kiss her. But she didn't. And when she didn't, he thought he'd see how far he could get.

He held her breasts with both hands, his fingers slowly moving around the sides, lightly pressing into her skin as if testing tensile strength and resilience. Truth be told, he probably was. His life as a math teacher made it nearly impossible for him to experience anything in the world without thinking of math. As he wrapped his hands around Abbie's soft, round breasts, his mind played with equations and formulas, inaccurately guessing at angles and curves, ultimately marveling at the perfection of her breasts.

Darryl glanced up at Abbie, who was watching him and smiling. She's truly enjoying this, he thought. I don't know what dream I fell into, but this girl is sincerely into it. He grinned back at her, feeling again like a teenager looking at a naked girl for the first time.

He bent forward, bringing his face closer to Abbie's chest. He got close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, and to see the detail of freckles scattered across her body. He slowly ran his fingers across her skin, practically playing connect-the-dots with her freckles. Abbie was unaware that that was what Darryl was thinking as he touched her -- from her perspective, it was gentle, sensitive contact, and it felt great.

Little by little, Darryl brought his face closer to Abbie's body. He began to breathe more heavily, and Abbie could feel his warm breath against her skin. Knowing how close he was to her was arousing, and she could feel her nipples hardening, even without being touched.

Of course, Darryl was transfixed by Abbie's naked breasts, and he felt a little tingly himself when he saw her nipples perk up. His breath shuddered a bit, but he remained focused on her. He moved his fingers onto her nipples, touching them first, then rubbing them gently between two fingertips.

Abbie let out a small satisfied moan.

"Does that feel nice?" Darryl asked quietly.

"Mm-hm," said Abbie. She was breathing slowly, and as her chest swelled with each inhalation, her breasts pressed harder against Darryl's hands. The pleasure was cyclic -- it felt good, she breathed heavier, the pressure intensified, it felt better, and so on.

Darryl licked his lips, and took one more breath. He leaned closer, and flicked his tongue out against Abbie's left nipple.

"Oohhhhh," sighed Abbie, wriggling slowly.

Darryl decided to silently assume that the noises Abbie was making were good noises, and that he should keep going. He ran the tip of his tongue around the outside of Abbie's hard nipple, periodically sliding his tongue across the entirety of it, then in another circle. He held her breast in his hand, cradling and caressing the weight of it, holding her body toward him. He dipped his head forward, taking her full nipple between his lips, pressing down, and sucking on it. He pinched her breast, bringing more of her skin into his mouth, sucking harder, and running the edge of his teeth against her.

Abbie emitted a higher-pitched squeal as Darryl lightly bit her. "Ooh!" She put her hands onto the top of Darryl's head, rubbing him, and doing what she could to indicate that he needed to stay where he was, and to keep doing what he was doing.

Darryl got the message, and continued the irregular pattern of licking, sucking, and biting. With his other hand, he gave some vague attention to the rest of Abbie's body, running his palm along her side, touching her stomach, resting against her opposite hip. His hand wandered around behind her, grazing her ass, running up her back, and then around to the front again to touch her other breast.

"I ... I don't know where to stop my hands," said Darryl. "Your body is ... Jesus, I don't know where to begin. Or stop. Or ..."

Abbie took hold of Darryl's head, and lifted him to meet her gaze. She was smiling, her cheeks were pink, and the small laugh lines next to her eyes were wriggling as she laughed.

"I'm monologuing again," said Darryl flatly.

Abbie nodded. "Mm-hm. But it's cute."

"Cute?"

"Yup." She stared at him for a bit, her mouth opening slightly, her head tilting back a few degrees. Abbie imagined that this angle would suggest to Darryl that she wanted to be kissed, but he didn't move. "Did you ... only want to grope me?" she asked. "Or maybe ... did you want to kiss me?"

"Do I want to kiss you?" Darryl echoed.

Abbie smirked. "I don't know ... do you?"

"I don't know either." He paused. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Abbie softened her touch of his face. "Mm-hm." She leaned forward and closed her eyes slowly. Her lips came into contact with his, and then kissed, softly, and delicately.

Darryl wrapped his hands around Abbie's body, and pulled her against him. He could feel the fullness of her breasts against his chest, but he slid his hands behind her, and onto her ass. As he squeezed her, he felt her kiss get more aggressive, and her tongue make a small move toward his.

He thought about telling her that he didn't know what he was doing, and that they should probably stop. He thought about telling her that he hadn't been with a woman in a while ... or that he hadn't been with a woman Abbie's age since probably he was Abbie's age. He thought about telling her that he wanted to just leave his hands on her ass all day, because it was perhaps the most perfect ass he had ever put his hands on.

But instead, he just kissed her, sensible enough to not kill the moment with another stupid comment.

Abbie, meanwhile, slid her own hand down Darryl's side, and then in between them so she could grab at his cock. She gripped him through his pants, feeling his erection twitching as she ran her finger up and down his shaft. She could tell that he was aching to do more. She brought her other hand around to the top of his pants, hooking her finger into the waistband.

Gently, Abbie pulled away from the kiss, her hands now taking more of the focus. They held eye contact for a few seconds, and then Darryl spoke hesitantly. "Did you ... want to go further?"

Abbie smiled. "Mm-hm."