they begin to devise a clean-up strategy

Jake shook his head. "You know full well that if there is cleaning to be done, you're the one doing the cleaning."

Abbie smiled. "I do know that. Full well." She continued gently stroking his cock. When she moved slowly on him like this, she could sometimes feel his natural pulse. And she could definitely feel it when he flexed and his dick got a little harder. She felt that now. She lowered her voice and said, "Are you going to come? Right here?"

"Is that what you think Taylor is asking Rick?"

Abbie blinked slowly, glancing past Jake to look at Taylor. She shrugged slightly, but didn't answer. "I feel you pumping your cock in my hand. I feel you getting harder." She licked her lips, her eyes running up and down Jake's body. "Are you trying to come?"

Jake chuckled. "No. But your voice is so sexy when you do that."

"Like what?" Abbie said, still in a lower voice. "Like this?" She enjoyed teasing him.

Jake grinned and closed his eyes. "Mm, stop. I mean ... don't stop. But ... you know."

Abbie pulled her hand away from Jake for a moment and softly spit into her palm. She brought her hand back to him, lubricating the sides of his shaft.

"Oh god, Abbie," moaned Jake. He felt himself getting a bit closer to losing his control, and the idea of giving over to an orgasm -- here in public -- had him greatly aroused.

"What about now," asked Abbie in a soft voice. "Do you think that maybe now, I could get you to come?"

Jake stared at her face. Her eyelids were a little low. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them. She began to breathe more deeply, slowly, her chest heaving slightly as she did. Jake's eyes darted from looking at Abbie's face to looking at her breasts.

"Are you thinking about my body?" With her free hand, she touched the shoulder strap of her dress, fingering the edge of it.

Jake tightened his muscles, holding back from climaxing. He felt a new touch on his leg, and realized that Abbie had slid a foot out of her shoe and was gently running her toes along his calf.

"Are you looking at my shoulders, wishing this little strap would fall?"

Jake bit his lip and sighed. Abbie touched the soft spot between her breast and her shoulder. She remembered Jake talking about that spot. Abbie teased the strap a little, pushing it toward the edge, but didn't let it fall. She pressed her thin fingertips against her skin.

"I'm very soft here." She gently rubbed her skin, poking at the shoulder strap as she moved her fingers around. "Very tender." As she spoke, she continued jerking Jake's dick under the table.

"Oh god," sighed Jake. His focus was fading, and he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Are you thinking about how soft I am?" She shifted her eyes toward her shoulder and watched as she pushed the material of the strap just enough so that it fell. "Oops."

Jake moaned, swallowed, and held his breath.

"Are you thinking about touching me?" Her toes pressed a little more firmly against his leg. "Do you want to be touching me?"

Jake nodded.

"Then ask me."

Jake felt clenched again and shook his head, not saying 'no,' just shaking off his climax, pushing himself to last longer. "Can I touch you?"

Abbie smiled slowly. "Mm, please touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."

Jake slowly moved his hand to Abbie's leg. As he placed his palm on her, over her dress, he felt her take a sharp breath. He rubbed the side of her thigh, gradually pushing her dress upward, allowing his hand to contact her bare skin. As he moved her dress out of the way and touched her naked leg, Abbie shuddered.

"Can you feel how warm I am?" she whispered.

"Mm-hm."

"You're so hot in my hands," she added, stroking his cock a little faster.

Jake pushed her dress a little higher. His fingers slid underneath her dress, and ran all the way up to her hip, where he touched the outer edge of her panties. He ran his fingers back down the side of her thigh, taking a brief detour inward, but not quite reaching around to the softer, warmer place between her legs. As he fondled her leg, Abbie spread her knees a little bit.

"You're so close," she said breathlessly.

"Mm," hummed Jake.

"Are you going to come in my hand as I stroke you? Or do you want something else?"

Jake exhaled slowly, a slight laugh in his breath. "Like what?"

Abbie giggled, then straightened up. "If you come in my hand, I suppose I'll have to ..." She swallowed mid-phrase, then continued. "... lick it off."

Jake groaned. "Could you ..." He paused. "Could I ...?"

"What, Jake? Could you what?" She kept her mouth open slightly, and ran her tongue along her lips and teeth.

Jake swallowed. He could barely speak, he was so close to orgasm. "Could I put it in your mouth as I come?"

Abbie smiled. "That's a perfect idea." She slid back on her seat a little as if preparing to lean forward. Jake closed his eyes. However, they were startled -- and quickly turned to face one another -- when they heard a voice nearby.