Darryl's hands go to Abbie's ass

Darryl had been certain that Abbie was going to stop him when he first touched her breasts. And then he was sure she would interrupt just before he got close enough to kiss her. But she didn't. And when she didn't, he thought he'd see how far he could get.

He slid his hands around her hips so that they fell squarely on her ass. He squeezed her, clenching his fingers around her firm flesh. Abbie rose up on her toes as Darryl held her, her taut legs tightening, her tight ass filling his palms. She writhed a bit against his touch, sending the signal that not only was this acceptable to her, but that she loved it.

Abbie allowed herself to be pulled closer to Darryl as he kneaded her through her thin sun dress. As she cozied up to him, she dropped one arm between her body and his -- not as a barrier, but so that she might be **** to feel his crotch against her hand.

She turned her hand so her palm faced Darryl (Darryl's pants, actually). Before long, she had her hand fully pressed against him, feeling his penis through his pants. She slowly massaged, smiling as she felt him hardening to her touch.

While Darryl continued working his fingertips into Abbie's ass, she rubbed his dick up and down through his pants. She mashed her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest, her legs against his, and her right hand gripping his shaft, stroking lightly up and down, feeling him getting bigger, harder, and hotter.

Even with the new distraction from Abbie's attention on him, Darryl remained focused on her ass. He touched her lower back, and slid his hands downward, looking for that part her curves that demonstrated the beginning of her ass cheeks. He kept thinking about what was under her dress. Even though he was sure that she didn't have a bra on, he couldn't tell about panties. He kept feeling around, trying to discern the distinction between the cloth of the dress and whatever her underwear might be.

As he playfully touched and groped her butt, the material of the dress got bunched up in the back. For a moment, Darryl's fingers were low enough to touch Abbie's bare skin, just beneath the gathered wad of cotton. The quick brush between his fingertip and her leg (or ass, if it was) gave him an instant surge of pleasure, and Abbie quickly felt the pulse in his dick as it strained against his pants.