Michelle gets her hands on Abbie

Michelle slowly began rubbing herself idly as she kept her eyes on Abbie and Jake. "You know," she said, "I thought you were pretty cute, when we saw you at the restaurant."

Abbie nodded. She wasn't able to fully focus on Michelle with Jake giving her a pretty thorough hammering and her body slamming back against the wall.

"I'm usually more of a flirt," Michelle said. "Or aggressive. Or something."

Jake slowed his rhythm and pressed his face toward Abbie to kiss her.

Michelle went on. "My husband hits on every pretty girl we see." She looked at Abbie, watching her body bounce as Jake pounded into her. "Clearly he was an idiot to stay up in the room instead of taking a starlit walk like I did ..."

Abbie chuckled to herself as she listened to Michelle's narrative. Her laugh was cut short as Jake adjusted his position and deepened his thrusts into her.

"His loss," rambled Michelle. "I'm the lucky one tonight. I get to watch this red fox in action ..." She slowly blinked at Abbie, looking her up and down.

Abbie enjoyed the rhythm of Jake pumping into her for a bit, but then slowly turned to Michelle. "Watch?"

Michelle was caught off guard. "Huh?"

Abbie took a breath. "That's all you're here for? To watch?"

Michelle's eyes widened as she smiled and laughed a bit. "Were you expecting more?"

Abbie nodded. "Mm-hm."

Michelle laughed a little harder. "Did you think I might ... I don't know ... get involved?" Michelle licked her lips suggestively, sure that this was just idle talk.

"Mm-hm," Abbie repeated.

Michelle's expression dropped. With a more serious glare, she said, "Wait, are you serious?"

Abbie nodded.

"She's always serious," commented Jake, the first thing he'd said in a while.

Michelle leaned a little closer. "So ... what? You want me to ... touch you or something?"

Abbie giggled. Jake softly kissed her, stealing her focus away for a moment. After the kiss, Abbie spoke again. "Yeah. I want you to touch me." She turned to make smoldering eye contact with Michelle. "Or something."

Michelle flung her head back, looking at the sky, then returned her gaze to Abbie. "This night just went pro." Michelle slid a hand deftly around Abbie's face, touching her cheek. She let her hand drift down Abbie's neck, then to the front of her dress. She paused there, her fingers draped just beneath Abbie's collarbone.

Abbie was almost as aroused by Michelle's fingers on her chest as by Jake's cock in her pussy. As her breaths heaved, she could feel her breasts rise and fall, and she could feel the weight of Michelle's hand on her body.

"Did you want me to ... touch more?" Michelle asked, partially taunting, partially checking in.

Abbie smiled, and then repeated the other half of the previous question. "Or something," she said softly.

Michelle decided that was confirmation enough. After all, two having sex outside, in public, lit boldly by an industrial floodlight -- fingering the woman's breasts wasn't likely to be the straw that broke anything. She drew her hand toward her, across Abbie's chest, until her fingertips rested on the bare skin between the two panels of material in front of Abbie's shoulders. Michelle marveled at Abbie's smooth and warm skin. She felt the firm rise of Abbie's breasts near her fingers, and pushed into Abbie's skin, her hand weighing more heavily than before.

Abbie writhed a bit as Jake kept fucking her. She torqued her body, pressing more of her breast against Michelle's fingers.

In turn, Michelle crossed the barrier between clothes and skin and slipped her fingertips under Abbie's dress. Michelle's heart skipped a beat as she fondled the top of Abbie's right breast, discovering that Abbie didn't wear a bra, discovering that Abbie's natural breast was firm and round and rested high on her chest.

As Michelle wrapped her fingers around the curvature of Abbie's body, Abbie shuddered and caught a staggered breath. "Mm, yes ... yes, that," she murmured, not fully making a sentence, but not needing to.

Michelle caressed Abbie, lightly squeezing her tits, pressing her hands harder against Abbie's body. She moved her hand down, across the front of Abbie's body, still under the material of the dress. Her hand got low enough to touch Abbie's stomach, to barely graze against her pubic hair. Abbie's body was shaking from Jake thrusting into her, and while Michelle's touch didn't get far enough to make contact with Jake, she definitely felt his impact.

"Ooh," said Michelle. "That's awfully nice."

Abbie bit her lip and looked at Jake. "It is, isn't it?"