Darryl pulls Abbie's dress away from her body

"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 let the weight of his hand drop, his finger pulling a bit harder on the front of her sun dress. It was still held up by the shoulder straps, but it wasn't a particularly tight dress, and as Darryl's finger pulled down, he also pulled slightly back toward himself, creating space between the dress and Abbie's chest.

From his vantage point, Darryl couldn't exactly see down the front of Abbie's dress, but the fact that he was pulling the material away from her body, the fact that he could lean forward and look (if he wanted to), and most of all, the fact that she wasn't resisting all added up to an exciting moment.

Darryl paused, wondering if this very first move would push Abbie too far. When it didn't, he slid his one-finger hold of her dress to his right and toward her left shoulder strap. He was still stretching the dress away from her, and as his finger approached the bottom of the shoulder strap, and as the material was held a bit more tightly to Abbie's body, Darryl's one-finger hook came back into contact with her skin, this time just below her shoulder.

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

Abbie nodded slowly. "I will."

Darryl continued moving his finger, slowly, gradually, until he was hooked around the shoulder strap instead of the front. He loosened it from her shoulder, pulling it further to his right, away from her skin, until it slipped off, falling limply down her arm. Again, the dress wasn't tight, but it was still held up by her other shoulder strap as well as being tight enough above her breasts as to not simply drop off her in one move.

His finger never left the edge of the material, and even though he had released one shoulder strap, Darryl wasn't done. He slid his finger back across Abbie's front, the top of his finger rubbing against her skin, still hooked around the neckline. As he got to the other side, he continued up to her right shoulder strap, tucking his finger around it, and easily sliding it off her shoulder, matching the first.

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 side, her firm stomach, and sliding his hand a bit further up, his thumb came into contact with the underside of her breast, still covered by the now shoudler-less dress.

Between her unencumbered shoulders and what he thought he felt with his thumb, Darryl surmised that Abbie didn't have a bra on. His one finger was still hooked on the neckline of the dress, and he pulled down and toward him once again, this time exposing just a little more skin.

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

Darryl took a deep breath, and focused his attention on the one finger he was using to pull at the top of Abbie's dress. He was sure that at any moment, Abbie was going to speak, to stop him, to put her hand on his and push him away. He was **** to test the boundaries in fear that he would actually find out.

He gave his hand more weight, pulling her dress down over her breasts. He watched as the material stretched around her curves, and that while he could already tell that she didn't have enormous breasts, she had enough under the dress to keep it from simply falling on its own. If she isn't wearing a bra, he mused, she must have some pretty firm tits to hold this up. Darryl felt himself blushing at the mere imagination of her breasts (as well as his mental use of the word 'tits'), and then felt blood rushing elsewhere in his body as well. His mind flashed back to his ramblings about science and he felt his face getting even hotter.

Abbie glanced down to one shoulder and watched as the strap and that side of her dress gradually peeled away from her. She looked at her chest, specifically at her breast, curious as to when Darryl would pull hard enough to expose her, and whether he would actually go through with it.

Darryl, meanwhile, was wondering similar things, including the doubt that he'd actually do it. He ran his finger from side to side, pulling the dress a little further down each time, his finger occasionally grazing against her body.

"I honestly don't know if I'm technically touching your tits right now, or if it's just that part of your chest that's not quite your tits, you know?"

Abbie giggled, and it wasn't until she did that Darryl even realized he had spoken.

"Oh fuck me, I'm thinking out loud again."

Abbie laughed again.

"And I still don't know if it's boob or not."

"I don't know either."

"You don't know? It's your body."

"I mean -- I don't know where the line is. I just know that you're touching me." Abbie's heavier breathing caused her chest to rise and fall, which variably changed the pressure of Darryl's finger against her skin.

Darryl stopped running his finger from side to side, and just held in place in the middle. He took a deep breath, and pulled a bit more. He felt the stretch of the cloth against Abbie's body, the physics of the dress holding to her torso, but at the same time, giving way to his pull. With one more surge of effort on his part, the front of Abbie's dress released itself from her body, and fell to a point just underneath her breasts.

Abbie's breathing got quicker and heavier, and Darryl was mesmerized watching her perfect, naked tits right in front of him.

"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.

Her skin practically glowed. The curve of her breast was aesthetically perfect to him. He couldn't help but see geometric shapes, the almost spherical curves, the circles of her small, pink nipples.

For the first time, he let go of her dress, the one finger that had done all the work finally liberated from its cause. He desperately wanted to do more than stare, he wanted to touch her. He slowly brought his hands up toward her chest. She watched him as he approached, watched his hands grow nearer, until his cool, dry fingers made contact with her warm, supple skin.

He felt the weight of her breasts in his palms. He felt the soft give of her natural body, her tight, taut skin. He caressed her, his thumbs gently rubbing on her nipples, which were already hard, though tender to the touch.

"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.