Abbie rubs Olivia's lower back

Abbie held her hands on Olivia's breast for a moment longer. "Of course I will," she said, both eager to continue exploring Olivia and disappointed to relinquish attention on her upper body.

Olivia nestled herself onto her chair, flattening herself out again -- but not before adjusting one more time, and giving Jake a more exposed show of her chest. Her eyes were closed, so perhaps she didn't even know that Jake was watching. But her smile suggested that either it didn't matter, that she didn't mind, or that she was hoping he'd be watching. Ultimately, it was Abbie's hands that Olivia was most excited about.

Abbie was still sitting on Olivia's legs, and found a new and more comfortable position as Olivia settled back down. Abbie sat on the back of Olivia's thighs, her own legs spread out and bent at the knee, her feet tucked behind her. Olivia's ass rested between Abbie's legs. Abbie took a bit to stare down at Olivia, to notice that her bathing suit bottom was a little off center, part of it wedged between her ass cheeks.

If my suit were crooked like that, I'd fix it, Abbie thought. She gently brought one hand down to the edge of Olivia's bikini bottom, and carefully slipped her fingertip under the material. She lifted it, pulling it away from Olivia's skin, and gently straightened it out -- but not without lifting it away from Olivia enough to see just the edge of her pussy peeking out.

Olivia made no reaction to the moment of exposure, nor really to the fact that Abbie was adjusting the material over her body. Olivia's casual non-response to these intimate moments was very hot to Abbie (and to Jake). There was something intensely arousing about the idea of letting taboo moments occur without opposition.

Abbie replaced the back of Olivia's suit, gently running the back of her hand along Olivia's ass, appreciating how smooth and warm it was. Olivia wiggled slightly in response, eliciting a small grin from Abbie.

Jake looked around. The pool was still surprisingly barren of guests. Whatever, he thought. I get the show to myself. With a self-satisfied smile, he turned his focus back to Abbie and Olivia.

Abbie had her hands on Olivia's lower back, her thumbs toward the center, fingers splayed outward. Her hands were small-to-average in size, so she couldn't reach all the way around Olivia's midsection. Still, Abbie enjoyed the combined feeling of the firm muscles at the base of her back alongside the softer skin of her sides.

Olivia squirmed in place a bit as Abbie dug her thumbs in. "I'd ask you to do that all day long," she said dreamily, "but I think your boyfriend would start to get jealous."

Abbie giggled. "He'd find a way to survive." She glanced over at Jake, smiling at him. Jake simply shook his head, a playful acknowledgment of disbelief over what was happening.

"You know I watched you, right?" Olivia paused, her body resting still for a moment. "I wasn't going to say that, I was just going to ... either assume you knew or not let on, but ... ah well. But you know." She turned her head slightly toward Abbie. "You know, right?"

"Yeah."

Olivia rested her head back down on her arms. "Ah." She lay in silence for a moment.

Abbie began to move her hands further down, over Olivia's bikini bottom, but now tending to her ass instead. She continued to marvel at Olivia's physique, squeezing her firm, perfectly-shaped ass, running her thumbs along the inside edge of her body, almost touching the bit of bikini covering her most sensitive parts. Abbie flexed her own legs as she gripped Olivia's body, grinding against her, realizing that she was beginning to feel wet.

She desperately wanted to slide a hand into her own bathing suit, or maybe into Olivia's ... or probably both. Abbie looked at Jake again, wanting him to see how hot she had gotten, wanting him to want her.

Olivia took a breath, and held it, a grand pause before she began to speak. "Were you ... trying to be seen? Or did you just not care whether you were or not?"

Unintentionally, Abbie let out a small noise as she rubbed her body against Olivia's legs. If Olivia knew Abbie was getting off a little, she wasn't objecting.

"We were just ... in our own moment."

"Your own moment, huh?" Olivia had a smile in the tone of her voice. "I like that. Unaffected by the world around you."

"Mm."

Another pause filled the air. Abbie continued massaging Olivia's ass, her thumbs moving more actively down between Olivia's thighs. Abbie figured that if Olivia wasn't stopping her, that was enough of a cue to keep going.

"I've never done that," Olivia said softly. "Never been so exposed. In public."

"No?" Abbie slid her hands between Olivia's legs, her palms wrapped around Olivia's inner thighs. At this angle, Abbie's pinky fingers were closest to the underside of Olivia's suit. A few more inches, and she'd make direct contact with Olivia's bikini-shrouded pussy.

"I suppose it takes the right partner," Olivia said, her voice tighter as she clenched her muscles to work herself against Abbie's hands. "And the right scenario."

"And you've got to be in the mood," added Abbie.

"Are you in the mood?"

Abbie laughed, a luscious release of joy, more than her smaller giggles from before. "I'm always in the mood."