Jake 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. The show between Abbie and Jake was a delight to watch, and she was prepared to urge them to continue.

"Good question," Michelle said. "Would you like him to get you naked?"

"Mm," Abbie murmured with a smile. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Shouldn't take much," Michelle commented. "That dress looks like it's trying to get off of you anyway."

Jake chuckled. He was thinking the same thing. Abbie stood up, facing Jake, her head tilted back, her mouth slightly open. Jake put his hands out on Abbie's arms, touching her skin lightly, barely grazing her.

"Mm, that tickles," Abbie said with a small smirk. "Giving me goosebumps."

Jake moved his fingertips along her arms toward her shoulders. With one hand, he cradled her neck, touching the back of her head, and pulling her gently toward him. With his other hand, he took hold of one of the shoulders of the dress, and slowly stretched it over her shoulder.

Abbie kept gazing at Jake, and he returned the eye contact. He pulled the other shoulder of the dress. He held both sides of the dress in his hands now, off her shoulders. Abbie put her arms out and wrapped her fingers behind Jake's head.

With Abbie's arms extended, Jake was able to let go of the dress straps without the dress falling off. Still, the already-very-loose dress was now even looser. Jake glanced down, unable to resist the instinct to look at her chest.

"Nothing you haven't seen before," said Abbie impishly.

"Still love to see it," Jake replied.

Abbie stretched her upper body and breathed deeply. She smiled at him as her chest rose up with the breath, pushing her breasts forward. "I wouldn't stop you from looking," she said gently.

Not that the moment was about permission, but hearing Abbie say that encouraged Jake to keep looking. Even though Abbie wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were firm and plump enough to show off her natural cleavage. And with the top of the dress falling loose, Jake could almost see the edge of her nipples.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked him.

Jake's smile broadened. "Not waiting at all. Just taking in the moment."

He moved his left hand on top of Abbie's shoulder. She leaned her head down toward him a bit, much like a cat who wanted to be rubbed. Jake moved a finger toward Abbie's cheek, and then slowly slid his hand down her neck, over her collarbone, and rested the heel of his hand at the top of her breast.

"Mm, your hands are warm," Abbie cooed. "Don't stop."

Jake pressed his palm against her skin and began moving his hand further down, onto her breast, into her dress, until soon he held her breast fully in his hand. As he did, Abbie moved her right arm off his neck, lowering it. The material of the dress that had been hanging there finally fell. Abbie pulled her arm away from it, allowing the dress to hang at her hip.

Jake delicately fingered her breast, touching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He moved his hand across her chest, and gripped her left breast, firmer and rougher than the other. With his right hand, he pulled the other side of her dress off her arm, fully exposing her upper body.

The dress was barely staying on Abbie's body, just held up by the curve of her hips. Without panties on, the material didn't have much friction against Abbie's skin. Abbie shifted her weight from side to side, her hips rocking back and forth, and after a couple of sort of shimmies, the dress fell free and dropped to the floor.

"Oops," said Abbie, feigning apology.

While Jake and Abbie were preoccupied with each other and their own efforts to get Abbie's dress off, neither of them noticed Michelle, who had gotten up from her chair. She slowly approached the other two, and once the dress had fallen off, Michelle carefully put her hands on Abbie's body.

When she felt contact, Abbie closed her eyes and breathed in. "Mm, Michelle ..." she said, welcoming Michelle back to the threesome.

Michelle stood behind Abbie, her hands around Abbie's torso. Michelle moved one hand upward, her hand and Jake's sharing the work of touching and teasing Abbie's breasts. Michelle's other hand went lower, touching Abbie's pubic hair, then drifting further down, and pressing the top of her pussy and gently prodding her clit.

For a few moments, that was the configuration -- Abbie sandwiched between Michelle and Jake. As the general group fondling naturally progressed, the two women turned their bodies a bit, and for a little while, found an angle at which they could partially face each other, enough to kiss one another a few times.

"There are still too many clothes here, though," said Michelle accusatorially.

Both women looked at Jake, then glanced down to take note of his boxers.

"We should probably deal with that, don't you think?" Michelle asked.

"Mm-hm," Abbie agreed.