as planned, Jake lifts Abbie's dress

Abbie was breathing very quickly, her chest rising and falling. Her left arm was extended over her head, pinned to the wall by one of Jake's hands. He held her right arm as well, but her hand was still in front of her body, though she was no longer fingering herself. She looked up at him, her mouth open, her breathing both quick and uneven.

Jake stood barely an inch from Abbie, his body nearly against hers -- and of course, her back was against the wall. The floodlight directly over her head shone brightest on her hair, but cascade clearly down her body, across Jake, and anyone within fifty feet would have a clear view of both of them.

"What did you say you were going to do next, Jake ...?" asked Abbie, clearly an invitation.

Jake smiled. "What did you want?" he asked.

Abbie shook her head. "That's not how it went, Jake." She was smiling, still breathing heavily and speaking in a low, raspy tone. "You know better than that."

Jake's eyes drifted down to the ground, but then back up again to meet Abbie's. "I said I would lift up your dress, Abbie. I've thrown you against the wall, and I said I would lift up your dress."

"Mm-hm," Abbie said, nodding.

"You still want that?"

"Mm-hm," she said, more forcefully this time.

Jake let go of her right arm, still pinning her left against the wall. His free hand went over her chest, down her front, and took hold of the material of the lower part of her dress. He gripped a little bit of it at a time, gradually collecting the material in his fist -- gradually lifting the dress higher and higher.

"You're not wearing anything under it, Abbie," Jake said.

Abbie nodded again. "I know." She moved her free hand to touch the front of Jake's pants. She easily found the outline of his dick, discovering that he was already rock hard. "Jake," she said.

He chuckled. "I know."

"Jake, are you turned on by this?"

"You know I am, Abbie. How could I not be?" He had the bulk of the front of her dress in his hand now, the bottom-most part of it having risen up to just the height of her pussy.

Abbie took advantage of the moment to feel around Jake's pants for a while. She rubbed and squeezed him through the material, but moved quickly to his belt (undoing it), to the button at the top of his pants (undoing it), and then to the zipper (undoing it). One-handed, she pulled the top of his pants open as much as she could, felt around to find the elastic waistband at the top of his underwear, and then slipped her fingers inside. She touched his cock, gripping as best she could at the slightly odd angle, but definitely enough to feel him twitch and pulse with energy and excitement.

Jake dropped the bulk of Abbie's dress onto her arm, which gave her the opportunity to keep groping him and freed up his hands for something more. He slid his hand down toward Abbie's pussy, his fingertips grazing the front, rubbing against her small patch of pubic hair.

Abbie sighed, and pushed her hips forward into Jake's hand.

"My god, you are wet, Abbie."

"Mmm," she replied.

Jake slid a finger against her labia, and then slowly eased it inside her. As he did, she gasped, her body shaking slightly, but working her pelvis to intensify the contact. Jake moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, but building up speed. He was so focused on finger-fucking her that he didn't notice at first how she was gazing into his eyes.

"Jake," Abbie whispered. "Kiss me."

He lifted his eyes, and saw that she was staring at him. Her mouth was still open, her lips moist with saliva, shimmering under the floodlight. He could see her face so brightly lit, so clearly. Her eyes reflected the floodlight, her hair glowed. He slid a second finger into her pussy, eliciting a small gasp. He watched her lick her lips and close her mouth briefly to swallow as she adjusted to the feeling two -- and then three fingers inside her.

Jake leaned down and placed his lips on hers. His mouth was still a bit dry, but as they teased each other with their tongues, everything became very well lubricated. They made out roughly, Jake leaning on Abbie's body, still holding her left arm over her head against the wall, still fingering her the whole time.