it's a young woman sitting by herself

"Is something wrong?"

Abbie didn't shift position and didn't turn her head, but she sensed from Jake's touch that there had been a change in the air.

"No," Jake replied. He paused, then added. "Well -- someone's watching us."

Abbie inhaled sharply. Jake felt her body move as she breathed, but she didn't do anything to adjust herself on her chair.

"Who?"

"I don't know her. It's a woman. Young? Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin."

"Mm, sounds mysterious." Abbie's attitude around this was completely different from Jake's.

"Mysterious?"

"Yeah!" She wiggled her ass a bit against Jake's hands. "Why did you stop rubbing me?"

Jake was confused by the combination of Abbie commenting that an unseen stranger was mysterious and the fact that she still wanted Jake's hands all over her.

"You want me to keep going?"

"Of course, Jake. It feels so good."

"But ... You heard me, right?"

"Mm-hm."

"This woman is watching us. Watching me ... touching you ... like this."

"Mm-hm." Abbie shifted slightly. "We're at a hotel. At the pool. There's people here." She spoke casually, dismissively, as if the presence of people was just a bland reality that shouldn't have any impact on their behavior.

Jake smirked. She knows she's being watched. Jake averted his eyes away from the woman. Just focus on Abbie, forget the other woman. He filled his palm with more lotion, and went back to work. He rubbed the cream into her back, starting just beneath the strings of her bikini, and working down. As his hands reached the softer, plumper cushion of her ass, he let his hands linger, and turned his head. The woman was still watching. Jake blinked slowly, and looked back at Abbie.

She had her eyes closed, and was blissfully taking in the sensations on her skin. Between the sunshine, the rejuvenating oils of the lotion, and the passion of Jake's caress, she didn't want this moment to end. "Oh, Jake," she murmured. "Please don't ever stop doing what you're doing."

Jake offered a soft laugh. "Never."

As much as he tried to justify the deckside massage as a sunscreen activity, Jake couldn't keep his hands off Abbie's ass. He was mesmerized by her body and that she not only was okay with his hands all over her, but she longed for it, she needed it. Jake was certain he was going to wake up from this dream at some point, none of it the least bit real -- but for now, for today, he was here, she was here, and her ass felt very real ... and very perfect.

Almost like she could read his mind, Abbie turned to face him. "I'm sure my ass is absolutely magical, but there are other parts to my body, you know."

Jake laughed. "Oh, I know. Trust me, Abbie -- I know."

"Your hands tell a different story, my champion." She wiggled her ass suggestively.

Jake scrunched up his face. "You're sending me mixed messages. That wiggle says 'keep groping my ass,' but your words are telling me something else."

Abbie grinned. "I guess you'll just have to figure me out." She turned away from him again, lowering her head back onto her hands.