Abbie fantasizes about Taylor

Taylor was doing little more than sitting at a table with her back toward Abbie, but that didn't stop Abbie from imagining who this woman might be.

"She looks ... grand," said Abbie, continuing to lightly graze her fingertips along the length of Jake's dick through his pants. "She looks important."

"How so?" Jake wanted to engage in the imagination, but he was also distracted by Abbie's hand on his pants.

"She's sitting up very straight. Her shoulders are strong. Her hair was recently styled. She has poise." Abbie sighed and cocked her head to the side. "I wish I had poise."

"Are you kidding?" asked Jake. "You have amazing poise. You flinch at nothing. You do what you want to do. You are the most confident woman I've ever met."

Abbie smiled and squeezed Jake's cock lightly. "You mean that?"

Jake nodded. "I do."

"Aw, that's so sweet! Thanks, Jake!" She winked at him and squeezed his dick again. "Ooh, she just shifted in her seat a bit. Her ass looks good in those pants."

"You're looking at a woman you've never seen, whose face you've never seen, who just ... shifted in her chair ... and you're convinced she has poise, strong shoulders, and a nice ass." Jake was dubious that Abbie was even looking at anything.

"Ask me to go up to her and ask for a better look ... and I will," said Abbie.

"I know you will. I'll save the asking for a bit. Besides, you're already occupied."

"Good point," said Abbie. She gently pulled on Jake's zipper. "Mind if I explore?"

Jake smiled. "Could I stop you?"

Abbie frowned a bit. "Well, yes ... but I hope you won't."

"I won't."

Abbie pulled Jake's zipper down and slid her hand gently inside his pants. She ran her hand over his underwear, but soon managed to wiggle her fingers inside and took direct hold of his dick. She pulled it free from both his underpants and out the fly of his pants -- no small feat, considering it was already pretty hard, and she was doing it all one-handed under a table.

"Abbie," Jake warned, "what if someone sees us?"

Abbie shrugged. "What if they do?"

Jake was stunned. "I don't ... I mean, don't you think we might get caught? This is so out in the open, people walking by."

"Sure, we might get caught. Wouldn't that be exciting!" Abbie almost relished the idea. She jerked his dick a little harder.

"And then what?"

Abbie smiled. "I don't know! And then ... I don't know! Depends on who catches us!" She stared Jake in the eyes as she stroked his cock. "I have to say, I'd love to get my mouth down there."

Jake laughed. "I'm afraid to ask why you don't, then?"

Abbie leaned a bit to look at the other table. "Taylor isn't doing that. I'm just doing what she's doing."

"And what's that?"

Abbie thought for a minute, imagining it. "She's got her hand on Rick's cock. She has thin fingers and soft palms. Her skin is smooth, and so is his. And she's jerking him slowly." Abbie slowed her tempo to what she imagined Taylor was doing.

Jake wriggled a bit to get more comfortable and also a little closer to Abbie. She smiled in response. "I honestly can't believe we're just out here on the lawn."

Abbie defended things. "There's a table here, blocking people's view. And no one's even looking." She observed Taylor ahead of her, and shifted her own position to mirror. "She's leaning in. Ooh, she's got her left hand out, touching Rick's face." Abbie drew her left hand forward and touched Jake.

"Do they know each other?" Jake asked.

"I have no idea."

Jake turned his head at the sound of laughter. Taylor was giggling at something, and sat up straight, her hand still under the table.

"Should I laugh too?" asked Abbie, smiling. "You'd have to tell me a funny joke."

Jake shook his head. "I'm no comedian. And my mind is elsewhere."

"Hopefully she's not laughing at, you know what," said Abbie.

Jake leaned back to Abbie. "What's next here? I mean, how do you want to do this?" he asked.

"Do what?" said Abbie.

"Umm ... well, usually after you've done to my dick what you're currently doing to my dick, we kind of move on to other related activities." He talked in a simpler voice, playfully. "And sometimes, Abbie, when a boy gets stimulated, he has what's called an orgasm ... and makes a bit of a mess wherever it happens."

Abbie was cackling at this. "There's the funny joke!" She sighed. "You're right. One of us will have to clean up. Or move to a more private location. Or just kind of stop where we are."