Jake gives the woman a bit more to think about

Jake slung one leg over both Abbie and the chair, and repositioned himself. He straddled her body, his knees outside her hips, his feet running behind him alongside her legs. He kept his right hand wrapped over half of Abbie's ass, his fingers still thrusting into her. With each push, he relished the combined feeling of her hot, moist pussy and the soft, smooth skin of her ass. He wriggled a bit, in part, to get into a more stable new position, but in part, also, to nuzzle his body against hers.

Once he was settled, Jake leaned forward, and put his left hand on Abbie's back, just beneath her shoulder blade on the left side. Abbie's left arm still rested underneath her head, which faced left. Her eyes were closed again, but her face shone in the sunlight, and if she had opened her eyelids, she'd have been staring directly at her horny admirer once again.

Abbie dropped her left arm along the side of the chair, her hand resting on the deck. Left-handed, Jake nimbly untied the knot at the back of Abbie's neck, the strings of her bikini top falling onto the chair where she still lay flat on her stomach. Jake ran his hand back down her shoulder and onto her back. He tucked his fingers underneath the back string of her top, slowly sliding from the side of her ribs toward the center of her back. When he reached the middle, he paused.

"This one too?" he asked her, knowing the answer.

"Sure," she said calmly.

Jake pulled the string at the back, and in an instant, her bikini top fell limply at her side, held in place only underneath her chest, but otherwise completely detached from her body.

With the bikini no longer tied on, the entire side of Abbie's body was visible to the stranger. Not that the bikini had left too much to the imagination, but now when Abbie shifted her upper body even a little bit, the side view of her breasts was evident. The gently curve of her bosom, which once had been guarded by the fine material of the bathing suit, was now on display.

She moved enough to feel herself separate from the bikini. She could tell that the cloth remained on the chair while she lifted her upper body a half-inch up. Her breasts weren't exposed, at least, not entirely. But the woman across the way was certainly able to see more of her body than before.

Jake was still idly fingering Abbie's pussy, but more of his attention was on her left side. He certainly wasn't the least bit disinterested in where the fingers of his right hand were -- but the new territory (and the exhibitionist performance for the woman sitting idly on the nearby deck chair) brought fresh excitement.

He slowly moved his hand along Abbie's back, and then down her side. His fingertips touched the edge of the side of her breast, and right away, he could tell the distinction between the skin of her back and the softer, smoother, slightly cooler skin of her breast.

"Mm, Jake ..." Abbie hummed. She rolled to her right a bit, just enough to loosen the space between her breast and the chair -- and just enough to give the woman on the other chair a quick peek at her exposed nipple.

Unhurriedly, Jake wrapped his fingers around Abbie's torso, above her breast, and then slowly moved his hand down, his palm cupping her boob. He felt the weight of her in his hand, and the firmer touch of her hardened nipple against his fingers.

Just as Abbie felt that Jake had his hand fully and firmly around her breast, she opened her eyes. As before, the angle of her head meant that she was staring directly at the stranger. She was still rubbing gently at her crotch, but Abbie noticed that her legs were spread a bit more than before.

Abbie watched her, but she felt Jake, whose hand was steadily and slowly caressing and kneading her breast. He fondled her for a bit as she stared at the mystery woman. Then, Jake moved his hand out from under her, and rested against her back again. Abbie settled down onto the chair again, breathing heavily. She wiggled her toes a bit, and bent her ankles, stretching her lower limbs.

"Jake, it feels so nice when you touch me like that."

Jake nodded. "I agree, it does."

"You like it?"

Jake replied with a playful laugh. "Do I like it. What kind of question is that?"

Abbie lifted her head a bit as if to try to make eye contact with Jake (though he was too far back for her to see). "It's the kind of question I always like -- the kind that merits a 'yes' answer."

"Okay then," he said. "Do I like touching your body, groping your perfectly firm boobs, fingering your pussy under the warm sun in the middle of the day, out in public where anyone could see?" He wiggled his fingers inside her to help drive home his point. "Yes, Abbie. I like it. I like it one whole fuck of a lot."

Abbie lowered her head and glanced toward the woman again. She was pressing her hand more forcefully against herself. It was obvious to Abbie that she was aroused, stimulating her own pussy, probably fantasizing about her and Jake, or something like that. It was as much as she could do without completely removing her bathing suit at this point. Abbie was eagerly curious what she might feel like, if she could touch her. Was her pussy wet? What would her fingers feel like against Abbie's skin? How fast was her heart beating? She considered beckoning her to come closer, but at the same time, thought that the tease was also fun. If she had had the motivation to approach, Abbie certainly wouldn't resist -- but that ball was in her court, and at this point, she wasn't playing.

"Do you think our friend likes it?"

Jake laughed again. "Can I feel up your tits again? I'll watch him to see how she reacts."

Abbie wiggled on her chair. With a smile, she said, "of course!"

She pushed herself up a bit, using her elbows for support. She felt her breasts hang down again, this time aware of the fact that she had pulled herself further off the chair than the time before. No doubt more of her breasts were exposed now, and no doubt the woman was getting more of a show than she had previously gotten.

Jake grinned. He didn't have a shortage of opportunity to touch her, but her willingness to let him have his way was endlessly exciting. He easily slid his hand back around her body, across her side, feeling the firm skin over her ribs, and then slipping his palm under her breast again. As he cupped her, he felt her breathe more deeply, and heard a small moan of pleasure.

He didn't really want to take his mind away from Abbie's tits, but he had said he'd see how the woman was reacting. Jake hadn't been watching, and was shocked when he turned his head and saw the woman almost furiously rubbing herself, staring at Abbie. She looked up toward Jake, and stopped touching herself for a moment, frozen in space, like a kid caught by their parents. Then she smirked and relaxed, perhaps less concerned about being caught and more curious herself whether Jake liked catching her.

Jake just rolled his eyes and laughed. He wanted to show off to the woman what he was doing, but the sight of this stranger watching Abbie like some kind of peep show was so ridiculous to him that Jake couldn't even take it seriously. And when the woman begin to chuckle to herself, the humor was infectious, and Jake laughed as well.

"What?" Abbie had heard Jake.

"Nothing," Jake replied. "She's just so fucking hot for you right now."

Abbie snickered lightly. "I know. Wild, isn't it?"

Jake continued groping her boob with one hand, and still had his other drawing small circles in her pussy. He looked back at the stranger, staring her into some kind of weird submission. He pulled his fingers from Abbie's wet snatch, and shifted his focus to look at his own hand.

"Want to taste yourself on my fingers?"

"Mm," Abbie replied, nodding. Jake reached forward and held his fingers in front of her mouth. She parted her lips and gently sucked Jake's wet fingertips. "Ooh, I taste good," Abbie said softly.

As Abbie relaxed her body back down, Jake gave her boobs one more squeeze. He rested his other hand on the plump mound of her ass, more or less giving the signal that the show was probably over for now. He turned and looked at the stranger once more. A serene smile washed over Jake's face, and he nodded at the woman. He didn't have a particular message in mind, except that he felt a need to present some air of confidence.

The woman pulled her own hand away from her crotch and sat up straighter. Then, without taking her eyes off Jake, she leaned forward and stood. She looked Abbie up and down, following the line of her legs to her feet, back up again, and to her face. Abbie's eyes were closed, and although the woman waited a moment, she didn't get eye contact from Abbie. Instead, she smiled again and looked at Jake.