Tyler takes control

Tyler took a deep breath and gazed at Abbie. She was impishly smiling at him, daring him to make the next move, silently demanding that the next move impress her.

He rose to his feet, standing in front of Abbie. He took her hands, indicating that she should rise as well. She opted to stay on the couch, kneeling, but otherwise upright. At this position, her head was at about the height of Tyler's stomach. He moved her hands to his belt.

"And ... you think I just know what to do next?" Abbie asked innocently.

Tyler smiled. "I think you do. But would you like me to spell it out for you?"

Abbie nodded. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Undo my belt. Slowly."

Abbie held still for a moment, and then carefully moved her fingers to the latch of Tyler's belt. She kept her eyes up on Tyler, but moved nimbly, her fingers more than adequately capable. She loosened the leather strap from its loop, pulling it free. She pulled the leather away, allowing the metal pin to fall open. She unthreaded the belt from the buckle, and released both sides, the buckle and the strap falling limply in front of Tyler's pants.

She brought her hands back to his body, touching his abdomen just above the waistband of his pants. She gently fondled the hair on his body, feeling his lean muscle, his tight stomach. She pushed her fingers against the bottom of his shirt, idly fondling him without any particular aim.

"Now the pants," said Tyler.

"Now the pants?" Abbie asked, her eyebrows raised.

"You want what's inside, don't you?"

Abbie nodded. "You know I do."

"So undo the pants," Tyler instructed. "Slowly."

"Please," said Abbie.

Tyler tilted his head a bit and looked at her.

Abbie kept her hands still, and repeated herself. "Please."

Tyler smiled. "Would you undo my pants ... please?"

Abbie grinned, satisfied, and returned her focus to Tyler's pants. She pushed the top button open easily enough, and pushed her fingers just into the exposed area. The hair on Tyler's body got a little thicker as it got lower. Abbie twirled her fingers around in his hair, reaching an inch or so into the top of his pants, but not yet going any further.

She reached for the tab of the zipper, and slowly drew it down. She moved so slowly it was as if one zipper tooth at a time became disconnected. She kept her other hand on Tyler's stomach and felt his body move as he breathed. She could feel his pulse.

As the zipper opened, she saw his white underwear come into view. With both hands, she shrugged the sides of his jeans over his hips, letting them fall to his mid-thigh. She returned her attention to the front of his briefs, where she could clearly make out the outline of his cock, hard, pressed against the material.

Abbie traced her fingertips along the length of Tyler's dick. She paused at the tip, pressed a little harder, then ran her hand slowly down the length again toward his balls. She continued stroking back and forth with one hand, her other roaming his abdomen and teasing the top of his underwear.

"Do you want to take it out?" Tyler asked quietly.

Abbie bit her lip and nodded. "I do."

"In that case ... would you? Please?"

Abbie smiled more broadly. She took a deep breath and leaned closer. She opened her mouth and placed her lips around the side of his dick, still shrouded by his briefs. She slid her mouth along the length, side to side. She bit slightly, just enough pressure to feel something, not enough to hurt.

With her face pressed against Tyler's underwear, Abbie took hold of the sides of his briefs and pulled them down. She drew her head back, and as she pulled his underwear down, his dick bounced out, bumping into Abbie's face. She smiled, blinked slowly, and just let his cock rest against her cheek. She pushed his underwear down, and then with his jeans, down further, past his knees.

"Touch it," Tyler said. "Please?"

Abbie released his pants, which fell around his ankles. She reached up with both hands, and took hold of Tyler's dick. It was long and firm, not too thick, but enough for Abbie's two hands to hold at once.

She squeezed him a little, but then settled into a slow rhythm of stroking him. She licked her fingers, and touched the tip of his cock, massaging the head. She felt a small drop of moisture on him, and leaned forward to lick the tip of his dick briefly. She alternated hands, stroking him with one, touching other parts of his body with the other. She groped his stomach, his ass, his balls. Her gentle rhythm of jerking him got more forceful and faster, and soon he was completely erect.

Tyler pulsed his body back and forth as Abbie continued the handjob. She periodically licked her hand or spit into her fingers to keep Tyler lubricated. And every fifteen or twenty jerks, she'd surprise him by leaning forward to lick or kiss the head of his cock.

Abbie took a break from Tyler's dick to admire his legs. He was lean and muscular, and covered in tattoos. Abbie was fascinated by tattoos, and took this opportunity to examine and admire all of Tyler's artwork. Tracing the patterns on his thighs gave her a routine for touching him, as her fingers swarmed over his skin. She teased through the hair on his legs, back up his body, and toward his cock again.

With an exhalation, she picked up his dick (which was still rock hard), and said, "It's a good thing you didn't show me this at the bar."

"Why's that?" asked Tyler.

"I probably would have done something inappropriate and gotten all of us kicked out of the hotel." She launched her head forward, taking the full length of Tyler's penis into her mouth, sucking it hard and deep, before finally withdrawing her mouth slowly. She returned to jerking him again and looked up.

"Would have been totally worth it," said Tyler with a smile.