Ben takes a drink (and a little bit more)

"Here," Ben said, holding out his glass. He walked around the couch to face Abbie from the front. Carter took the glass from him as Ben sat on the coffee table opposite Abbie. His legs were spread a bit, and it was evident (to Abbie, at least) that Ben was sporting a bit of a bulge.

"Mm, and what's next?" Abbie said with a smirk, her eyes darting downward to take a look at Ben's pants.

Smiling, Ben put his hands out. "Give me your feet."

Abbie daintily lifted her legs and placed her bare feet against Ben's palms. He caressed her for a moment, rubbing his thumb against her soft skin, and then gently placed her feet on the edge of the coffee table between his legs. With each move, Abbie's breasts jiggled a little, and she caught Ben's eyes checking her out.

Ben leaned forward, and slid his hands along the outside of Abbie's legs, first along her calves, then her knees, and up her thighs. Her dress was still around her hips, and although she was naked above the waist, her dress still covered the tops of her legs.

"You doing okay?" Ben asked as his fingers began to creep beneath the material of Abbie's dress.

"I'm doing great, how about you?" Abbie's voice was playful and impish. She knew what he was after.

Ben blushed. "Yeah, I'm doing fucking awesome." He pushed his hands under Abbie's dress, and rubbed her thighs as he moved further up. His hands roamed around a bit, touching her hips, the side of her ass, and then moving back to the front again, and up toward her waist. The expression on Ben's face went from sly to puzzled.

"Oops," said Abbie.

Ben looked at her.

"What were you looking for?" she asked coyly.

Ben peered at her through squinted eyes. He swallowed. "Well, I was going to pull off your panties."

"And?"

"And you're not wearing any."

Abbie rolled her eyes and glanced over at Carter. "Oh dear, I guess I'm not." She extended one leg out and rubbed her toes against Ben's crotch. She poked at the outline of his shaft, which seemed to be growing bigger. She bent her other leg, and with the tips of her toes, dragged a line along her extended leg. As she moved her foot along the length of her own leg, she felt her dress bunch up more, and figured that even if Ben couldn't see up her dress yet, he was imagining it.

While Abbie moved her feet and legs around, Ben, continued touching her underneath her dress. His fingers grazed across the front of her crotch where he felt a thin patch of pubic hair, and then slid his thumb down to touch the top of her pussy.

Abbie twitched as he touched her, and let out a small moan. "That's where they would have been," she mumbled.

"Huh?" Ben was confused.

"My panties. That's where they -- oh, touch me like that again ..."

Ben pushed his thumb against Abbie's pussy, this time slightly penetrating her. She was very aroused and practically dripping wet. Ben's thumb slid in easily, and he finger-fucked her like that as Carter continued to play with her tits.

Abbie was still trying to massage Ben's cock through his pants, but she was getting more and more distracted by Ben's finger play. "Mm, yes ..." she moaned. "I need more." She wriggled on the couch, grinding against Ben's hand.

Ben pulled on the sides of Abbie's dress, and took a brief break from thumbing her pussy to pull her dress over her hips. Somewhat reluctantly (as she was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Ben's stiffening dick against her toes), Abbie lifted her legs in the air to make it easier for her dress to come off. As she shifted her body weight, she slid a bit further down the couch, lying more on her back.

"I suppose I ought to demonstrate how we drink champagne where I come from."

Abbie giggled. "Where's that?"

Ben snickered in response. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah, humor me."

Ben had her dress off by this point, and flung it to the floor, leaving Abbie completely naked. "That didn't take long."

"I guess not," said Abbie, looking around the room nonchalantly. "But I only had one thing on, so ..." She smiled sweetly at Ben as if to say 'now what?'

"I guess I'll have that drink."

Abbie shook her head. "You gotta tell me where you're from first."

Ben grinned. "Chicago. Or, somewhere near there."

Carter flopped back on the sofa cackling. "Chicago?" He sat up and looked at Abbie. "Okay, sure. Chicago." He rolled his eyes. "Canada, actually," he whispered at Abbie, though loud enough for Ben to hear clearly.

"Whatever." Ben crawled onto the floor between Abbie's legs, holding her legs up at about mid-calf. "Fuck, your skin is incredible."

Abbie smiled. "Thank you. I grew it myself." She giggled at her own silly joke, swatting Carter with one hand as she laughed.

Ben couldn't resist smiling at how cute he thought she was. He looked along the inner side of her thigh, his eyes moving slowly along her body until they arrived at her fully exposed pussy. He realized that he'd fingered her and he'd pulled her dress off her, but he hadn't actually taken a look at her yet.

"Wow, that looks nice." He nestled closer, his face only a few inches away. Looking up, he added, "can I taste it?"

"Mm," hummed Abbie. "I wish that you would." She closed her eyes and wriggled a bit on the couch, eagerly awaiting Ben's attention. However, the next thing she felt was not Ben's tongue or lips on her, but a splash of cold liquid against her stomach. Her eyes popped open with a start. "What's --?"

Carter held a glass of champagne over her, and was pouring it slowly onto her abdomen. It landed near her navel, and then trickled in a small stream into her pubic hair, and finally, down the slit of her pussy. Ben leaned in and brought his mouth to the stream's edge, and drank the remains of the champagne as it dripped off Abbie's body.

It didn't take more than an instant for Abbie to recover from the initial surprise. After all, she knew what the game was -- but for a split second, she expected Ben to simply eat her out, and not wait for the champagne to be part of the show. And once there was no more champagne to be "drunk," Ben simply switched over to licking her pussy, fingering her clit at the same time.

"Okay, which do you like better?" Carter asked. "Miami or Canada?"

"Chicago," Ben said, taking a quick break from licking Abbie's slit.

Abbie squirmed in pleasure. "Mm, they both seem awfully nice."

"Maybe you need to try them again?" Carter asked, refilling his glass.

Abbie bit her lip and giggled. "Yes! Definitely, please."

Carter squeezed one of Abbie's breasts again, and brought his glass close to her nipple. He poured champagne onto her slowly, and immediately licked and sucked her, lapping up much of the champagne. Abbie thrust back into the couch, arching her back and pushing out her chest, pressing her body up into Carter's grasp. He poured more onto her, and sucked again on her nipple, even harder this time. As Abbie wiggled (and as Carter's focus wavered), more champagne splashed onto her, much of it running down her body toward Ben.

Ben's hands had moved up Abbie's legs to her thighs, spreading her further open. As the champagne trickled toward him, he savored the combined taste of the bubbly along with Abbie's pussy, which he licked at bit at. Carter upended the rest of the glass, more or less soaking Abbie's upper body, with the champagne serving as a mere formality for the two men to grope, lick, and suck her at both ends.

"Mm," Abbie moaned again. "Miami gives such a ... strong ... taste. But Chicago -- or, um, Canada? -- goes down really ... smooth."

This was enough to set Abbie cackling at her own humor. Ben also found it very funny, and was trying to stay invested in licking Abbie's pussy, but laughing at the same time. Carter pulled his mouth off Abbie's body to look her in the eye (though reached over and felt up her other boob while he did).

"God damn," he muttered. "Sexy as fuck, funny, naked in our hotel room."

Abbie slowly gave each of the men a sly look. "You're both pretty sexy and funny, too." She sat up a bit, and both guys did the same, if only out of curiosity for what else Abbie had to say. "But I'm the only one naked in your hotel room, and that doesn't seem fair."