Michelle takes off Abbie's dress

Michelle was still grinding her pussy against her fingers. The chair was plenty comfortable, and the velour upholstery felt nice on her ass. But she needed to shift the energy.

"Good question," Michelle said. She pulled her fingers from her pussy, but this time didn't lick them off. Instead, she stood, walked toward Abbie, and held her hand out.

Abbie turned her face away from Jake and lifted her eyes toward Michelle. She opened her mouth slowly, extending her tongue. Michelle put her fingers against Abbie's tongue, and Abbie closed her lips, sucking the taste of Michelle's pussy from her hand. Abbie was slow and deliberate, and kept her eyes on Michelle the whole time.

After fully attending to Michelle's fingers, Abbie slowly drew her head back, releasing Michelle from her mouth. She stood up, facing Michelle, her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open.

"Are you waiting for me?" Michelle asked.

"Yes," Abbie replied quietly.

"Do you want me get you naked?"

"Mm ... yes," Abbie said.

Michelle put her hands on Abbie's shoulders. She touched the bunched material of the dress, then moved her hands inward, putting her fingertips just beneath Abbie's collarbone.

Abbie swallowed, but maintained her focus on Michelle. "That feels ... very nice."

Michelle slowly and delicately scraped the edges of her fingers against Abbie's skin. Jake had moved behind Michelle, and was touching and caressing her back in much the same way Michelle was doing to Abbie.

"I've been imagining what's under your dress," said Michelle. "But I think it's time I get to see, don't you?"

Abbie exhaled slowly with a slight giggle as Michelle touched more of her chest with her fingertips. "Mm, yes ... yes, I do."

Michelle's hands moved down, her fingertips just edging beneath the material of Abbie's dress. As she moved lower, Michelle smiled, realizing that she was essentially holding Abbie's breasts in her hands. Abbie took a deep breath and leaned toward Michelle, almost as if to invite her to take a firmer hold of her body -- which Michelle did.

"Ah, no bra," Michelle commented

"No, no bra," said Jake, remembering that going braless had been his idea initially.

"No bra, no panties." Michelle shook her head. "Damn, woman, your body is out of this world."

Abbie blushed. "Stop, you haven't even seen me."

Michelle raised an eyebrow. "I've groped your ass. I've got your tits in my hands. Your body is amazing." She gave Abbie's boobs a squeeze. "But -- you're right. I haven't seen you. So." Michelle paused dramatically and looked Abbie in the eyes. "May I see you?"

Abbie wiggled against Michelle's hands, giddy, eager to take things a step further. "Just push those bits off my shoulders ..." she said quietly. "If you'd like to, that is," she added.

Michelle didn't need another invitation. She moved her hands away from Abbie's tits just enough to nudge the material of the dress off Abbie's shoulders. The dress, in its loose and flowing material, billowed down to the floor.

Jake inhaled sharply as Abbie's nude body came into view.

"Fuck," said Michelle in awe. "I mean ... fuck! You're unreal."

Jake grinned. "She is, isn't she." He made eye contact with Abbie, but continued speaking to Michelle. "Go on. Touch her."

Michelle tilted her head slightly. "May I?" she asked.

"Mm-hm," said Abbie. Her slow, deep breaths made her rib cage rise and fall, drawing attention to her breasts.

Michelle brought her hands up to one of Abbie's breasts, cupping it, feeling its weight and firmness. She leaned down and lightly kissed Abbie's nipple. Michelle extended her tongue, and circled around the circumference of Abbie's areola, then swirled inward to the center. As she did, she felt Abbie's skin tightening, her nipple hardening under her tongue. She pursed her lips around it, and gently sucked on Abbie's nipple before shifting to a light and playful bite. She moved to the other breast, and repeated the same sequence. Hold, caress, kiss, lick, suck, bite.

Abbie lunged back toward Michelle, putting a hand behind her. Michelle stood upright, and the two women once again commenced kissing each other. Soon, their hands were on each others necks and cheeks, holding one another's face as they kissed. Michelle moved one hand down Abbie's body, and ran her finger between Abbie's legs.

"Girl, you're fucking wet," said Michelle, feeling the heat of Abbie's vagina against her hand.

Abbie nodded. "I know. I ..." She trailed off as Michelle began to gently finger her.

"You ... what?" said Michelle, urging Abbie to continue.

Abbie smiled. "I ... I'm easily excited, if you can't tell."

Michelle laughed. "You're not the only one." She put her hand between her legs and touched her own pussy, moaning slightly as she fingered herself a bit. She pulled her hand back out again, and offered it up to Abbie, who opened her mouth, and sucked Michelle's fingers.

"Mm, you too," said Abbie.

Jake cleared his throat, and both women turned to look at him. "Yeah," he said sarcastically. "But not me. I'm not turned on at all by this."

Michelle roughly swatted at his boxers, hitting his hard dick on the side, causing it to swing a bit under the cotton material.

"Nope, not at all," she said with another laugh.

Abbie looked at Jake and touched his chest. She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him tenderly. While kissing him, she brought a hand to the front of his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his boxers-clad erection.

"You're absolutely delicious," she said, breaking the kiss but staying close to his face.