The brunette takes the lead

Still trying to make up your mind you glanced back at the brunette as The stocky guy leaned forward; he whispered something in the brunette's ear. She shook her head, he whispered again. . You strained to hear what he is saying without success. But whatever he said it has little effect. The brunette slapped his fingers away from her bottoms. The brunette's attitude was clear; "So far and no further" Just like Kate’s a while back.

The stocky guy talked to her, he played with her breasts. You watched as the brunette responds, seemingly happy so long as his hand doesn’t probe too far into her bottoms. And you weren't the only one watching the couple making out. No, the guys and girls were watching as the brunette and the stocky guy hey kiss and hug. He he cupped her chin, guiding her to look at the guys and girls around and especially at Kate and the stranger. He whispered again as his other hand trails down to her tummy, he rubbed it, she smiled, he played with her navel piercing. You looked wondering whether the stocky guy was recovering some control over the brunette as she relaxes, as he kisses her again and as his hand trails down from her chin to her boobs. He played with one then the other. All the time he's whispering, and now she was looking at Kate and the stranger. You did too, and you know Kate is on fire succumbing to the belly play. Still stroking and kneading her belly with his palm thumb and forefinger the stranger trailed his little finger into Kate’s' bottoms. Kate jolted like she's just had an electric shock. Her mouth opened wide.

You looked at the little redhead She was watching the action, her eyes flicking back every moment or so to Kate and the stranger- or was it just to you. But her main gaze was on the brunette and the stocky guy. The redhead saw you looking at her. She blushed yet again, her hand trailed over her body. She shivered. She looked at the sand then back at you. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth.

The watching brunette smirked. You sensed there is some competition happening just below the surface. The stocky guy whispered something to her, his hand slid down into her bottoms. Just under the surface at first the distance of a knuckle. He glideed his fingers along her smooth skin, she kissed him, his fingers slid down, you sas them once more stretch the fabric between her thighs. This time she smiled and kissed him.

And the stranger started talking to Kate. Again you can’t hear all he is saying but you grasp that he is telling her the brunette is now the one all the guys want; all eyes are on her and not on Kate. And you could tell Kate isn't happy. No Kate had always been competitive- she played sport- volleyball in summer, women's football in winter and she played to win. She was competitive at work too- looking for promotions when she could, taking on extra work to get noticed. And now she was in another competition- one for attention. And she wasn't winning.

So perhaps you don't need to do anything. Perhaps you can wait out and see how the competition heats up. But then there is the redhead. She's like you, watching the competition. perhaps you can get more to do more than watch.