Jake encourages Abbie to watch the man watching her

Jake paused as his eye caught sight of an older woman across the pool, walking from one end to the other. She didn't seem to notice Jake or Abbie ... or anything that they were doing. Jake watched her climb onto a deck chair behind an umbrella, lay back, drop a towel over her face, and seemingly disappear from the world around her. Jake looked back down at Abbie, marveling at her beauty. Then he turned slightly and looked at the man who had been watching him -- who was still watching him.

"Abbie," Jake said softly.

"Mm?"

"You haven't turned to look at the man watching us."

Abbie smiled. Jake could feel the shift in her energy without seeing her face. "I suppose I haven't," she answered suggestively.

"Aren't you curious what he looks like?"

She took a breath. "Yes."

"Can you imagine how he'd react to you ... staring at him ... while he stares at you?"

"Mm, I can." She paused to take another slow breath. "I bet he's jealous of you."

"Jealous?"

"Sure." She shifted her body very slightly, but not enough to change her angle, and not enough to see the man who was watching. "He's not touching me. You are."

"But I know you, Abbie. If he came over here and asked, you'd let him."

Abbie shrugged. "Mm. Probably." She let out a soft sigh. "But he hasn't. So I'm still all yours."

Jake thought about that as he kneaded the heels of his hands into Abbie's back, slowly driving downward from just beneath the strings of her top to her ass.

"I think you should watch him," he said to Abbie. "I think you should turn your head to the left, very slowly, and reposition yourself so that you're looking directly at him."

"You do, huh?" said Abbie.

"Yup." Jake had his hands on her ass again, his thumbs toward the center. "Would you do that?"

Again, Abbie breathed deeply. She sighed contentedly, and then lifted her head. Her eyes closed, she turned slightly to her left, and lowered herself down again, resting her head on her hands, like a pillow. Then, with one more slow inhalation, she opened her eyes.

The man sat on another deck chair about twenty feet away. His linen, button-front shirt was open, his tanned and hairy chest exposed. His blond hair was bleached by the sun. He wore loose shorts and sandals, and sunglasses covered his eyes.

As Abbie looked at him, he leaned forward a bit, and moved his sunglasses up to the top of his head. He squinted toward her, the sun shining brightly -- but he wanted to make sure she saw that he was watching her.

Abbie smiled at him, an acknowledgment of seeing him, a silent greeting. In this moment, a greeting that said, hello stranger, I'm currently getting fondled inappropriately in a public place, and I don't mind that you're watching me.

Jake's touch grew more firm as he gripped and squeezed Abbie's ass with both hands. She gyrated her hips, grinding into the deck chair, squirming with pleasure. She licked her lips, and all the while, never took her eyes off the stranger.

Abbie wiggled her legs a bit, crossing her feet at the ankle. She saw the stranger's eyes dart to the side, catching her movement. She could tell from the warmth on her skin that the sun was shining down on her, and she imagined her own legs shimmering in the light. She breathed slowly and deeply, her upper body rising and falling evenly.

Jake moved his thumbs inward toward the crack of her ass. He was closing in on a far more sensitive part of Abbie's body, and as his fingers drew nearer, Abbie squirmed a bit more, voicing a slight moan.

The man shifted in his seat. He didn't move his hands, but Abbie imagined that he was getting aroused and was feeling constrained in his shorts. That thought, combined with Jake's masterful touch, got her aroused as well. She could feel herself getting warmer and wetter, and pushed her ass against Jake's fingers a little harder, hoping that he would take the hint and go further.