Adam gets more physically intimate with Abbie

Adam took a deep breath. What am I doing? he asked himself, staring at Abbie. I'm a married man, celebrating my daughter's wedding this weekend, I have children of my own who are older than this woman. Why am I crossing this line?

"Adam," Abbie said.

"Mm?" he asked, not fully listening to her. His hand was still resting against the center of her chest.

Abbie put her hand on top of his, and slowly moved it to the side, resting his palm against her right breast.

He looked at her, his eyes widening. "Abbie," he said quietly. "Do you want me to touch you like this?" He could feel a quiver in his body, and a rush of blood through his veins.

She nodded, breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell, her breast pressing more firmly into Adam's hand.

Adam slowly shook his head. "I shouldn't. But ..." he paused. "But if you want me to ... do you want me to?"

Abbie nodded again.

Adam lifted his right hand, and held it a few inches from Abbie's body. "Do you want me to touch more of you?" In that moment, he had both the reality of touching her (one hand) and the possibility of touching her (the other hand). Both were arousing, and he could feel his dick hardening as he felt her against his hand.

Abbie continued nodding, as if one question led into the next, as if all questions would have the same answer. Adam moved his right hand forward, placing it softly against Abbie's other breast. Through her dress, he could easily feel how firm her breasts were, fitting perfectly in his palms. Adam lightly squeezed his hands down onto Abbie's chest, his fingers moving slowly.

Adam leaned a little closer to Abbie. His mouth opened slightly, but he didn't speak. He exhaled, licked his lips slowly, and took a deep breath through his nose. "You smell wonderful," he said.

Abbie smiled and held her position. Her breathing kept her body pushed against Adam's hands, and she relished that feeling of being touched.

Adam bent his head down, bringing his face closer to Abbie's head. "May I ...?" he said, not finishing the question.

"Mm-hm," Abbie hummed, not needing to know the specifics of the request.

Adam rested his face against the top of her head, inhaling again through his nose, smelling her hair. He moaned softly as he continued to grope her breasts and breathe in her scent.

"Oh god," he said. "I shouldn't ..."

Abbie spoke quietly. She didn't want to push him into anything he didn't want to do. Still, her own feelings of right and wrong weren't the same as most people she met. "You shouldn't do anything you don't want to do."

"No," he said. "But I want ..."

"Tell me," Abbie replied. "Tell me what you want."