Zach goes a little further

Zach's right hand remained on Abbie's breast. His crotch was resting her her hand. He pulsed his muscles, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Abbie could feel this, of course, and she smiled a little bit.

"Abbie, since I'm focused up here," he indicated toward her head, "would you please nudge your fingers a little bit to help me get more comfortable?"

"Of course," she said. She moved the fingers of her right hand, and more demonstrably touched his cock. It was tight in his pants. What was she supposed to do? She pushed on the side of his dick, and found that she could adjust it inside his pants. It was clearly caught in the material of both his underwear and pants, but as she pushed on it, it seemed to fall free from what were probably boxer shorts.

She felt his dick grow a bit more, and fall downward into her hand. She touched it again, and wrapped her fingers around it lightly.

"Thank you," said Zach. "That was very helpful."

Abbie smiled. Zach applied more pressure to her left breast, and shifted his hand a bit so his fingertips prodded her nipple. His other hand was closer to her face, and once again traced the line of her lower lip. Instinctively, her tongue came forward and made contact with the tip of his finger.

Zach continued to lightly squeeze and fondle her breast as she licked the fingers of his left hand, which he was now gently probing into her mouth. With her right hand, Abbie returned her attention to his penis, which she gripped and released, gripped and released.

Zach leaned his body upward, allowing his cock to rub against her hand while she kept her arm still. He returned to his seat, and then leaned up once more. He was able to shift up and down this way, creating friction between her hand and his cock.

His fingers were further in her mouth now. She lightly bit down on them, and he moaned a little with pleasure. She synchronized biting his finger tips with squeezing the head of his cock. He returned the pattern by pressing harder into her breast in between her bites.

"The cleaning is going well, don't you think?" he asked, breathlessly.

"Mmmm," she replied, her mouth busy with his fingers.

"Like I said, it's a small room."

"Mmmm-hmmm," she replied, squeezing his rock hard dick through his pants.

Zach shifted his hand on Abbie's breast inward, toward the opening of the collar of her shirt. To mirror it, she shifted her right hand to the fly of Zach's pants. He smiled. His fingers gently touched the edge of her collar, the buttons along one side, and the exposed skin of her upper chest and neck. She managed to take hold of the top of his zipper, and slowly lower it.

Zach carefully slid one finger underneath the left collar of her shirt, then another, and then most of his hand was on her skin, her breast, just above the edge of her bra.

Abbie pushed her hand into the open fly of his pants, felt the leg of his boxers, and found the tip of his cock sticking out the bottom of them. She pushed the cloth of his boxers up, freeing more of his cock, and eventually, pulled it out of his open fly.

Zach fingers now slipped under Abbie's bra, taking hold her left nipple in his fingers.

Abbie stroked Zach's cock with her right hand, squeezing the head, massaging the shaft.

Zach kneaded the flesh of Abbie's breast, and with the fingers of his other hand, probed her tongue. She began to suck one of his fingers, and matched the action of her sucking to that of her hand jerking his cock. She sucked harder, she jerked harder. She held his finger in her mouth, she squeezed his cock tighter.

He gripped her breast tighter as she masturbated him. She bit down on the finger in her mouth. He tensed his body as her right hand relentlessly stroked his dick. She couldn't see his cock, but from feeling it, and feeling his body over her, she knew he was close. His breathing changed. He closed his eyes, but then opened them again and looked at her.

"Abbie, I think I'm about to come," he said, breathlessly.

"Yes, please do, please come."

He groped her breast more forcefully. She reeled her own head back, and tugged and pulled on his cock, the friction between her hand and his penis growing warm and tense.

He squeezed her nipple and tensed his body, and she felt his cock spasm in her hand. He released, then tensed again. Another release, another spasm. She felt his warm ejaculation drip on her fingers and wondered where it was landing on the floor. He let go of her breast, and lifted his body upright, looking down at his dick in her hand.

As his cock softened, she released her grip. He reached for a paper towel, which he handed to her. She wiped her hand clean, as he did the same to his dick, before tucking it back into his pants.

They both took a moment to catch their respective breaths. He looked down at her, reached over to adjust her shirt collar to be a little less exposed.

"Things look good, Abbie," he said with a smile. "Don't forget to floss, and I'll see you in six months."