Abbie fingers Olivia

Abbie dug the heels of her hands into Olivia's thighs. She was getting more and more aroused the longer she touched Olivia, and of course, as her fingers drew closer to Olivia's suit (and what lay beneath it), Abbie began to feel her heart rate picking up.

"You just tell me if things are moving too fast," Abbie said under her breath. She licked her lips, realizing her mouth had gone slightly dry. She glanced over at Jake. He had shifted position, and was moving a little bit on his chair giving Abbie the impression that maybe he was getting turned on too.

Olivia didn't reply. Abbie was confident that she had given Olivia a clear path to stop things if she wanted to -- but Olivia didn't want to. She wasn't sure what Abbie might try next, but she was ready to find out.

Abbie squeezed and kneaded Olivia's legs, slowly inching her hands up along her inner thighs. She could see Olivia's upper body moving as she breathed, her rib cage expanding and contracting, her back rising and falling. She watched Olivia's body as she touched her, and as the edge of her left hand made first contact with Olivia's bikini bottom, she saw Olivia's body shudder, her breathing stagger.

With a smile, Abbie pushed a little further. She pressed her left pinky against Olivia, rubbing the side of her finger along the narrow strip of material that just barely covered Olivia's nether regions. Abbie could feel the warmth of Olivia's body, and although she couldn't actually smell anything, she felt that the air got a little sweeter as she touched her.

Abbie nudged her fingers in a little tighter. Olivia gave no resistance, and Abbie accepted that as enough consent to continue. She toyed with the edge of the material, pushing it, tucking the tip of her finger alongside and underneath it. Then, with one bold move, she pulled it aside with one hand, and slipped two fingers of her other hand straight into Olivia's wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh," Olivia groaned as Abbie entered her. Abbie turned her hand a bit working her fingers at different angles, feeling around Olivia's snatch, experimenting, trying to find the angle that got Olivia most excited. "Oh fuck ... that ... mmmm, yes ... do that some more ..." Olivia's words drifted off, but she had said enough for Abbie to understand.

With her left hand fully committed to deeply fucking Olivia's hole, Abbie used her right hand to give one more pull on Olivia's bathing suit, and then went back to fondling and rubbing her ass. Olivia's butt was both plumper than Abbie's and more muscular, round, lush, and firm all at the same time. Without losing intensity on the main event (i.e., her fingers inside Olivia's snatch), Abbie took in as much of Olivia's body as she could with her other hand -- ass, hip, outer thigh, Abbie admired it all. I don't know what this woman does for a living, but if she were a professional athlete, I wouldn't be surprised! Abbie didn't feel like verbalizing the question, but enjoyed imagining the fantasy of Olivia in the world of soccer, basketball, or swimming.

"Just ... just a little slower," Olivia said. Amidst the mumbles and moans, she managed to form a coherent (if brief) sentence.

Abbie was more than happy to oblige, and slowing down gave her the opportunity to really thrust into her, grandly, thoroughly. She turned to look at Jake again, who was deeply entrenched in watching the show unfold. Abbie wondered what he was thinking, then wondered whether he was fully hard (though she couldn't tell from the way his bathing suit happened to fall, and at the angle she was looking at him from), and then began to picture Jake fucking Olivia. His cock (which Abbie knew so well) and Olivia's pussy (which Abbie was getting to know as quickly as she could), and fantasized the pleasure they'd each be getting from one another. I bet he'd come over her and fuck her if I asked him to, Abbie thought. She knew she was right. She didn't know, however, if Olivia would take well to that. And besides, she didn't really want to give up her own moment with Olivia.

"Is that better?" Abbie leaned over Olivia's back and spoke quietly toward her.

"Mm ... I think you know it is," Olivia answered, a satisfied smile crossing her lips.