Michelle asks Abbie to bend over

Michelle was on-again, off-again touching the front of Jake's pants -- but her focus was on Abbie. Still observing her peripherally, Michelle couldn't help but notice that Abbie was showing more and more skin as she gently fondled her breast.

"Does she just make you fucking wet all the time?" Michelle asked Jake quietly.

Jake chucked in response, not concerned with telling Michelle that guys don't get wet the same way girls do.

"I swear, I'm ready to fuck a mailbox, I'm so horny." As she spoke, Michelle got a bit more aggressive with Jake, but she didn't want to take away from Abbie's show.

Abbie either wasn't listening or couldn't hear Michelle's whispers. Her focus was ahead on the two men watching her. She took a deep breath, perhaps over-emphasizing the rise of her chest as she inhaled. Her hand held its position, but from the deep inhalation, her unmoving fingers pushed against the material of her dress, nudging it another bit to the side. Abbie didn't glance down, but was beginning to wonder whether her nipple was showing yet.

She bit her lip and blinked slowly at the men across the way. They didn't show any sudden response, leading Abbie to believe that she was, technically, still modest enough for public display. And if she was being honest with herself, she was eager to push those boundaries further yet.

"Abbie," hissed Michelle, a bit louder than before. She saw Abbie lean her head toward her a bit, indicating that she was listening without having to turn around. "There's no way that dress stays in place if you bend forward a bit. Want to try that?"

"You just boss her around like that?" asked Jake, not sure if he was into it or a little annoyed with Michelle.

"She's a big girl, she can take it."

Abbie didn't respond verbally, but slowly began to move. She torqued her left leg a bit, bending her knee, as if she needed a better angle to see something on her left calf. She tilted her head in that direction, first appearing to just glance down toward her leg and foot.

Before going further, she lifted her head and made eye contact with the two men across the way. They were still there, they were still watching. Good, thought Abbie. She was pleased her audience hadn't left the show.

She returned her focus to her left foot, and now bent forward, reaching with her hand. She hadn't even really figured out why she was bending forward, only that Michelle had asked her to, and she was agreeable. Then she extended her fingers further, and lightly scratched the side of her calf.

Touching her own skin gave her a bit of a tingle. She was already so aroused from everything so far, it didn't take much. As she touched her calf, her breathing quivered and her eyelids fluttered. But most of all, as she bent forward, the front of her dress fell loosely open. She could feel the cool air of the lobby against her skin, and she knew that if anyone was looking at the right angle, they could see straight down the front of her dress.

Abbie lifted her head to look at the two men again. They were still there, though they had shifted position slightly. No longer were they casually exuding their overgrown too-cool-for-school frat boy energy. Now they were upright, more diligently focused, both of them staring avidly at Abbie.

She smiled. She looked down at her chest, seeing her own partially exposed breasts. At her slightly bent and stooped angle, the lighting wasn't particularly bright, but she could see the outline of her chest, the curves of her bosom, and her pink nipples clearly exposed.

Her eyes went back to the men. She licked her lips. She gently scratched the spot on her calf once more and then slowly rose back up, standing upright again. Her dress fell mostly back in place, though Abbie took a moment to lift one of the panels of cloth and more specifically place it back against her chest.