Abbie fingers herself

The pleasure Abbie felt in herself as a result of touching Olivia was blissful. She almost felt guilty, wondering if it was wrong to get this much joy out of fingering someone else. The very thought made Abbie giggle to herself. And she knew she was giving pleasure to Olivia, who kept moaning and squirming, occasionally muttering a few unintelligible words here and there. But the thing that occupied a good deal of Abbie's thoughts was the distinction of what Olivia felt like on her fingers and against her hands.

The reality was that while Abbie was adventurous, uninhibited, and not limited in her own sexuality, she actually hadn't been intimate with that many women. And even without considering the particular number of women, Abbie found each experience exhilarating, new in its own unique way.

She giggled again, practically unable to contain the pure pleasure she got out of this connection. Olivia's pussy was wet, warm, soft, and inviting, and Abbie maintained her steady rhythm, thrusting two fingers of her right hand in and out, slowly and evenly.

Abbie's eyes darted around the pool area, astonished that she was getting away with this. If anyone has noticed us, they're not doing anything about it, she thought. She brought her left hand up to her breasts, and lightly grazed her fingertips against the material of her bikini top. Her fingers danced across the bikini and onto her bare skin at the center of her chest, then back over her breasts again. She bit her lip, dreaming that she might slip a hand into her suit and stimulate her nipples as she finger-fucked Olivia.

She felt her heart fluttering and her skin tingling as she lightly touched herself. Circling her nipples through her bikini with a fingertip was nice, but contact with her actual body was the thing she desired, even if it was her own hand. She drew a line down the center of her chest, down below the bikini top, across her navel, and to the edge of the lower half of her suit.

"Mm ..." she moaned lightly, taking a deep breath. She squirmed her legs a bit, pressing her body against Olivia, driving her fingers a little deeper into Olivia's pussy. Her other hand teased the top edge of her bikini bottom, fingertips dancing along the hem. Abbie could feel the distinction on her lower abdomen between the skin that was covered by her suit and that just above, which she was tickling with her fingers. She felt her own breathing stagger slightly, her abdomen twitch and contract, and each time it did, she let her own fingertips nudge under the hem, touching more of her own skin.

Taking a deeper breath, Abbie pushed her hips back and her shoulders forward, and slipped her fingers down into her bikini. She felt the soft patch of hair, and noticed that her skin was cooler underneath her suit, having not been warmed by the sunshine so far that morning. She pushed her hand down further, and touched the top edge of her pussy. She toyed with her clit as she wrapped her fingers along her slit. She was very wet already, which she knew, but simply making contact gave her another flutter of arousal. She felt herself almost shiver, her breath so uneven and broken.

With one hand still thrusting arrhythmically in and out of Olivia's pussy, Abbie pushed her other fingers into her own. She bucked her hips back and forth, slowly, rubbing her legs against Olivia's, fucking her own fingers, trying to focus on giving manual pleasure to Olivia at the same time.