a nap, after the exhausting drive

They each dragged their suitcases to different sides of the room, unzipped, and started shuffling through their belongings. Jake couldn't help but sneak peeks at Abbie from time to time. Just watching her unpacking felt like a special experience, a behind-the-scenes look at what made Abbie Andrews a real person and not simply the utmost ideal woman that Jake typically saw her to be.

She's not a goddess, she's just a human, he thought to himself. Oh, who am I kidding? She's a fucking goddess! He watched her go through various articles of clothing, holding some up to see them better in the light. She pulled out a few small personal items, some of which went onto the shelf by the bed, some of which went into the bathroom.

Jake was a much simpler traveler. He had a few changes of under clothes, a couple nice shirts, and two suits in a separate bag. He was sure that Abbie had no interest in seeing him unpacking, so he left most of his things in his luggage, satisfied that he'd be able to find what he needed when the time came.

"Oh, this place is just amazing!" Abbie squealed as she emerged from the bathroom. "I feel like royalty. And you, my sweet prince, are responsible for the whole thing." She wrapped her arms around Jake's neck and surprised him with a tender kiss.

"I'm glad you approve," Jake said softly, trying not to feel self-conscious. Did I overshoot this whole thing? This hotel is pretty extravagant ...

"And this bed!" Abbie kicked off her sandals and leapt onto the bed, bouncing softly in the center, the covers and pillows bouncing with her. "Oh, you must try this out, Jake. Come up here!"

Jake closed the lid of his luggage and climbed onto the bed next to Abbie. He touched the mattress, impressed with its feel. "You're right, this is pretty sweet." He stretched out, folding his hands beneath his head. "Did you want to take a nap or something?" he asked Abbie, turning to look at her.

Abbie scrunched up her face, an expression of mild disappointment on her lips. "Yes, Jake. That's exactly what I had in mind. A nap." She shook her head. "I mean, I am tired. It was a long drive, and I got up way too early this morning."

"It's a later morning than when you usually come to work, isn't it?"

"Yes, but this is not a work day, Jake! It's vacation!" Abbie flopped her arms out to her sides, enjoying the bed. "Plus, I got up extra early because I was so freaking excited about our trip."

Jake chuckled, but didn't reply.

"Am I overselling it?" Abbie said. "Seriously, I am super excited."

"You're excited about everything, Abbie," Jake said with a laugh.

"I know!" She sighed. "I can't believe that you know me, and still you want me to take a nap."

Jake furrowed his brow. "I don't want you to take a nap, I merely asked if you -- oh, wait, I get it."

Abbie shook her head again. "I suppose I'd better get myself set up for a nap, if that's the activity of your dreams." She sat up, and pulled at the edges of her shirt. "I'm basically yours to do with what you will, and you've chosen a temporary state of semi-unconsciousness. Jake, you really know how to make a girl feel special." She stuck out her tongue at him, making sure he read the humor in her voice. Still, she wasn't quite sure yet how to shift the activity away from an actual nap.

"Set up for a nap, huh?" Jake asked, also sitting up. "I suppose you should take that shirt off, right? Doesn't make sense to sleep in it."

Abbie grinned. "Absolutely right. It wrinkles so easily." She undid the knot in the linen overshirt, and loosened the sides. She pulled at the hems, pulling the material against her body, not specifically doing anything sexual or even sexy, but drawing Jake's focus to her figure.

She rose up onto her knees, facing Jake. Again, she pulled the shirt so it pressed to her body, slightly emphasizing her breasts, which were also still covered by the tube top (though Jake had quite a clear memory of Abbie flashing the bellboy, not to mention having seen her naked breasts many times before). With a sigh, Abbie slipped the sides over her shoulders, and let the shirt fall to the bed.

"I definitely don't want to sleep in it ... but I suppose I can hang it up later." She tossed it off the bed. "Are you planning to, you know, nap with me?" she said, leaning toward Jake, seductively touching his chest.

Jake chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Then you shouldn't wrinkle your shirt either," Abbie instructed, undoing the buttons of his shirt, beginning at the top. With each button, she not-so-unintentionally touched more of his chest. She moved through the entire set of buttons without taking her eyes off Jake's face. His eyes, on the other hand, moved up and down, sometimes observing her fingers nimbly working his button.

"Fingers," Jake said, his mouth dry.

"Hm?"

"Your, um, fingers." Jake cleared his throat and swallowed.

"What about them?" Abbie had finished with the shirt, and knowing exactly what was getting Jake worked up, slowly stroked a single fingertip down the front of his chest. "They're just ... my fingers," Abbie said softly, moving a hand to the side of his face, and gently caressing his cheek. She let her hand trail back down his body again, but this time, as she got to the bottom of his torso, she brushed the back of her hand against his shorts, grazing against the unmistakable outline of his penis.

Jake blushed as Abbie touched him, assuming that she meant to do it, but intrigued by the fact that she made no acknowledgment of it. She reached up again, pulled his shirt off his upper body, and tossed it off the side of the bed.

Abbie lowered herself back down to a more seated position, and looked down at her own shorts. "Probably shouldn't nap in these either," she said, glancing at Jake.

"No?" he said. "Can I give you a hand? You were so helpful with my shirt."

Abbie grinned, and partially swung around toward Jake. "Thank you, I would love some help."

Jake reached out toward Abbie's waist, brushing his fingers against her bare midriff in the process. He couldn't resist ogling her body -- whether it was clothed or not, she was sexy as hell, and this slow, teasing striptease all in the name of an alleged nap was incredibly arousing.

Abbie flopped back on the bed, and Jake stared at her upper body as she lay there, slowly breathing, her chest and stomach rising and falling evenly. His hands moved around the waistband of her shorts, met at the middle to undo the button and zipper, and then took hold of the sides at her hips.

"Here," he said, tugging at her shorts. Abbie lifted her hips into the air so Jake could pull her shorts down. He slid them slowly down her thighs, pressing his hands into her body as he moved along. He took a longer look at her simple cotton panties as they came into view, yet another instance of something completely normal and plain somehow triggering an arousing fantasy in his mind.

She bent her knees to help Jake with the angle of getting the shorts down the rest of her bare legs, and then pointed her feet as he pulled them off her body.

"Much better," Abbie said, rolling around a little, nestling into the bed. She looked back at him, silently watching as he stared, transfixed, at her ass. "Jake?"

He lifted his eyes toward her, realizing he'd been caught. "Yes? Oh. Um."

She knew what he was looking at. She knew she looked good. And she even knew that despite the simplicity of the underwear, she was no doubt attractive anyway. And this was Jake, of course, who was going to be into her no matter what she was wearing. There was something she found very sweet about him, that she knew she didn't have put on a performance for him -- and that any performance she did put on was for the sake of performance, not because she needed to be anything she wasn't.

"Jake?" She saw him staring again. She didn't want him to stop; rather, when she said his name, the tone was meant to imply that she wanted him to do more, to say more, to act more.

Jake swallowed again. "Um, yeah?"

Abbie giggled lightly. "I was just thinking ... did you want to keep your shorts on, or ... I mean, you can if you want to, I guess ..."

"I, uh ... I hadn't thought about it." Jake's voice was stilted and broken, his mind fixated on Abbie's body.

"I have."

"You --?"

"I have ... thought about it." Abbie rolled over toward him, now positioning herself on her stomach. Her legs bent, feet up in the air behind her, she reached her hands out and touched Jake's shorts again, this time far more intentionally than before. "And I think we should take them off." She ran her hands up the front, rubbing his upper thighs, pressing her palms against the outline of his dick, which she felt growing stiffer. "So they don't get creased."

Jake was slow to respond, and his voice was quieter. "Of course."

Abbie kept one hand and wrist leaning against his crotch as she brought her fingers up to the button on top. Although this certainly wasn't the first time she'd taken the initiative to undo Jake's pants (and not even the first time since their weekend getaway had begun), something about the new environment and maybe even this particular bed gave rise to a fresh spark between them.

She pulled at his shorts much as he had done to her, put positioned her hands in such a way that she couldn't avoid rubbing against his penis as she moved. He had gotten quite hard, and although he wasn't sticking out of his underwear, his dick was pressed tightly against his boxers, prominently bulging. Abbie, however, said nothing about it, finding it more of a tease to not mention it at all. Once she'd tossed his shorts to the floor, she brought her hand back up to his body, touching his chest, his stomach, and idly running her hand over his boxers, tracing the outline of his dick.

"Mm, this is nice," Abbie purred, her eyelids fluttering slowly. "I could get used to this."

"Which part?" Jake asked. "The luxury hotel?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie agreed.

"... or the feeling me up?"

Abbie snickered. "Yes to that, too." She ran her hand over his dick, lingering a bit more than she had previously, but still not committing to anything more than a little surface contact.

"That top looks a bit ... constraining." Jake nodded at her, a completely not-subtle suggestion. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Abbie rolled onto her side. She moved her hands away from Jake for a moment and slid her palms down her own body, giving a little extra attention to her breasts, tightly contained within her tube top. "You know, I think I would agree."

"Can I give you a hand?"

Abbie scooted a little closer to Jake. "I'd love that." She lifted herself up a bit to help Jake, who reached out and put his hands along her sides. She let out a light whimper as he clutched her torso, his palms wrapped around her small frame.

"Does that feel okay?" Jake worried that his hands might be cold or something.

"Feels great."

Jake slipped his fingertips underneath the hem of the tube top on either side, and as he gently pushed up, he brought his hands around to Abbie's front, directly rubbing against her breasts as the small ring of cloth peeled upward. Abbie grabbed hold of the top once it cleared her shoulders, and quickly flung it to the floor with her other clothes. She turned back to Jake with a smile, lazily glancing down at her bare tits.

"Better?" she asked.

Jake shrugged. "You tell me."

"Better," Abbie repeated, this time as a statement. She lowered herself back onto the bed, snuggling up to Jake's side, and returned her hand to the top of his boxers. "Definitely better."