Abbie shows Darryl a little more

With Abbie clutching his cock, Darryl's mind was fluttering with thoughts. He wanted her, he wanted her badly, and even though she had shown aggressive signs of being willing to do whatever he asked, he was nervous, doubtful. With his heart racing, he looked at her and spoke dryly.

"Will you ... oh fuck, I don't know."

Abbie gazed back at him. "I will, and you know I will."

"I know," Darryl said softly.

Abbie squeezed his dick again. "Ask me."

Darryl's mouth was dry. He licked his lips and swallowed, breathing heavily. "Will you ..." He paused again, this time more for dramatic effect than out of nerves, though he was still shaking slightly. "Will you show me your tits?"

Abbie looked at him sternly. "It wasn't enough to just touch them, you have to see them too?"

Darryl took a deep breath. It had finally happened -- she had stopped him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I get it, I get the boundaries, clothes on, only clothes, always clothes, I don't know where I thought I --"

Abbie burst out laughing. She put her hands on his chest. "Oh, Darryl!" She held him for balance, her face growing pinker from laughing. "Don't get upset! I was joking with you."

"You were ... what?"

"We've been very giggly these last twenty minutes or whatever, and I've been having so much fun. I was just teasing you. Playing."

"Teasing?"

"Yes!"

"You mean ... all that grabbing at me, like, through my pants, that was just ... playing?"

Abbie laughed again, this time even harder. She put her hands around his neck, and pulling him toward her, kissed him hard on the mouth. "Darryl, that part was real. I was teasing about my tits." She stepped back and put her hands on her breasts. "You've been enjoying these for so long, I couldn't believe you didn't just put your hands right inside my dress."

She pulled one of the shoulder straps, and slid it off her shoulder, letting it fall onto her arm.

"I thought that for sure, you'd have done this part yourself by now. But then I began to think that maybe you had a fetish for keeping girls dressed while you fooled around with them."

She pushed the other shoulder strap off. Even though her shoulders themselves were just as bare as before, the new position of the straps was more arousing to Darryl. The potential for nudity, perhaps, the fact that the top of the dress could much more easily be pulled off -- Darryl adjusted his pants as he watched her.

"I can't tell what the game is ... or what the rules are." Darryl felt a little silly, and still quite confused. "Did I cross a line?"

Abbie took hold of the top of her dress. "Did you still want to see me naked?" she asked him.

"Is that a real question?"

Abbie nodded. "It's a real question."

Darryl took a deep breath and repeated his earlier request. "Will you show me your tits?"

Abbie's face relaxed into a calm smile. She slowly tugged at the top of her dress, delicately stretching the material over her body. As she pulled it down, the tops of her breasts came further into view. She pushed her hands into her body, accentuating her boobs, pushing them together slightly to make her cleavage more prominent.

Darryl put his hand on his dick, pulling and rubbing himself through his pants.

"Are you getting harder," Abbie asked.

"Do you want to feel it again?"

Abbie nodded. She reached her hand out, and Darryl took hold of it, placing it against his pants. She rubbed and squeezed him, and Darryl groaned a bit at her touch.

"Am I going to feel you get harder when you see my tits?"

"Keep your hand there and find out," Darry replied, gasping a little bit from breathing heavily.

Abbie grinned. "Mm, okay!" She kept her right hand on Darryl, and used the left to grip the top edge of her dress. Abbie watched Darryl's face, but Darryl was watching Abbie's chest. She slipped a finger underneath the seam of the dress top and could feel Darryl twitching as she did.

She glanced down at herself, and even she thought the sight of her hand pushing between the soft cotton of the dress and her supple skin was arousing. Abbie knew her breasts were appealing, and she liked touching them as much as anyone else did. She slipped a second finger under the material, and pushed the dress down beneath her right breast, her hand still covering herself.

She didn't remain modest for long, casually moving her hand across her top to lower the rest of the dress beneath her bosom. She smiled as she watched Darryl watching her. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, and with her hand still on his pants, she could definitely feel his reaction to seeing her.

Abbie pushed the dress down so that it bunched up at her waist, just below her navel. She lightly rubbed her stomach and brought her hand back up to her tits, which she squeezed once or twice.

"Better with or without the dress?" Abbie flirted. She glanced down at her chest, twirling her fingertips around her nipples playfully, and then looked back at Darryl. "That's okay, you don't have to answer."

She toyed with his cock a little more through his pants, and could tell that he was aching to do more. Still gripping and rubbing his dick, Abbie put her other hand on Darryl's chest, drawing a line down his torso with her index finger. Her hand traveled down toward his stomach, and eventually arrived at the top of his pants. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, and looked him in the eye.

They held eye contact for a few seconds, and then Darryl spoke hesitantly. "Did you ... want to go further?"

Abbie smiled. "Mm-hm."