yes, Abbie wants to tease them a bit

Without looking back at Michelle, Abbie spoke quietly. "Yes, I'd love to tease them a bit." She took a pause, then added, "thank you for asking."

Jake was position just far enough in front of Abbie to see her, though somewhat peripherally to his left. Michelle circled around Jake, taking his right hand, and standing by his right side, also eyeing Abbie from the side. If anyone were to notice the three of them at all, they would likely think that Jake and Michelle were a couple, together, and Abbie was completely disconnected from them.

The one thing that may have been somewhat odd, if anyone were to notice, was that none of the three of them seemed to be doing anything hotel-lobby-like. They weren't checking in, checking out, asking questions, waiting for family, etc.

Abbie watched the two men across the lobby. They also seemed not to be doing anything in particular, though Abbie imagined they must have been on their way somewhere. She was also on her way somewhere -- up to her room, probably to engage in some kind of impromptu threesome with Jake and Michelle, though it seemed like that was slightly on hold.

Both men wore suits, but no ties. The suits said 'casual vacation' more than 'business,' and Abbie immediately began wondering who they were. The blonde wore a gray suit with a black shirt, the taller, dark-haired man wore a blue suit with a white shirt. She caught sight of their hands and saw wedding rings on both. She glanced around a bit, but didn't see partners with them. For a quick moment, she wondered if they were gay and married to each other -- but quickly dismissed the idea, reading their body language, and seeing no sparks between them. But with no wives nearby, they were content to watch Abbie, the stunning redhead in the revealing dress.

Michelle's voice rang in Abbie's head. 'You want to tease them for a bit?' she had asked. She did, and she had said that she did ... and of course, she would. But what would be the most fun way to progress?

She absent-mindedly brought one hand up to her neck, touched her hair, lightly traced the edge of her ear and her earring, and then allowed her fingers to trickle down toward her collarbone. She saw the blonde man smile, which made her blush a bit. The heat in her face led to a sharp intake of breath, and an instinctive smile. The blonde man glanced away.

Abbie's fingers drifted down the front of her chest, grazing along the wide expanse of bare skin between the panels of material that made the dress. She slid her fingers slightly to one side, just barely touching the inner edge of the material, but without slipping underneath it. Still, she felt the swell at the top of her breast. I could push this a little further, she thought. But too much, and my boob will pop out. She looked down and giggled to herself. Though maybe that's what Michelle wants?

She kept her hand in that spot, her fingers shifting up and down slightly, enjoying the feel of the inner edge of her breast. She liked her breasts -- no, she loved them. She was grateful for her firm body, her youthful skin, her breasts that were big enough to give her an attractive curve, but not so big that they ever sagged without a bra (like tonight).

Abbie slowly lifted her gaze again, now making eye contact with the other, taller man. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, had a two-day beard, and a great smile. She couldn't help but smile back as he watched her ... as he watched her watching him.

Her fingers pressed a little more firmly against her chest. She barely moved her hand, just shifting it slightly to the side, nudging her fingertips under the material of the dress. Her smile widened a bit as she felt her dress open just a bit more.