Jake agrees

Neither Abbie nor Jake knew which of them Olivia was talking to. Perhaps Olivia didn't either, and merely hoped that someone would step up. After everything that had transpired, they had plenty more in their minds than sunscreen, and Olivia was clearly not someone to shy away from opportunity. Thus far, Olivia had only played the voyeur, but she hoped that Abbie and Jake (or at least, Abbie or Jake) would be adventurous enough to take things a nudge further.

"Should I ...?" Jake was hoping Abbie would respond first, but she remained quiet. He felt he had to ask Abbie before saying anything to Olivia. The silence was a little awkward, but neither of the women seemed concerned.

"Sure," Abbie replied. "She asked for help. You should help her."

Jake nodded, bemused. Even though Abbie wasn't really his girlfriend, they were on this vacation together. He wanted to remain true to whatever Abbie thought was right, but Abbie was such a unique woman, he hadn't really figured out what to expect from her.

"Right," he said, standing up. "Yes, I'll help you out."

"Thanks." Olivia was as unaffected by the curious exchange as Abbie. It was as if neither of the women could even imagine that there was anything unusual about any of this.

Jake slid his legs over Abbie, and climbed off the chair. As soon as he stood up, he realized that he was still partially erect from being so aroused by touching Abbie. His dick poked forward inside his suit creating a noticeable bulge. Abbie had her eyes closed, but Olivia smiled broadly and then bit her lip as she looked at Jake. He glanced down, and then returned his gaze to Olivia's, watching her eyes twinkle mischievously. Jake simply nodded, and pulled on his bathing suit to adjust, aware, acknowledging the situation, and choosing to not let it get in their way.

As he took a few steps toward the other chair, Olivia also stood, and together, the two of them lowered the back of the chair so that it lay flat. Abbie rolled onto her side and propped her head up in one hand, watching. Her bikini top still lay flat on the chair under where her body had been, so as she shifted her position, she completely exposed her breasts to Olivia. Rather than rush to cover herself, Abbie took a breath and rubbed her hands across her breasts, savoring the sensation of her own touch, and enjoying the hot air on her bare skin.

Olivia removed her mesh wrap, and then lay down on her front on the chair, her legs stretched straight out behind her, her arms folded under her head. She faced toward Abbie, but her eyes were closed.