the man watches as Jake fingers Abbie

Abbie remained in a blissful state of limbo, hovering ethereally somewhere between 'relaxed to the point of nearly asleep in the sun' and 'aroused to the point of nearly orgasmic thanks to Jake's hands all over her body.' This was exactly the combination of feelings Abbie liked best.

"Do you like being watched?"

Jake's voice was low, but the wind caught the air at just the right moment, and Abbie heard him, clear as a bell. She definitely found it exciting, though she wouldn't have really sought out exhibitionist opportunities on her own. But when all the elements aligned -- the mini-vacation, the fancy hotel, the peaceful pool deck, the cozy sunshine, and Jake's sweet hands on her -- the addition of someone else getting off on her pleasure made Abbie tingle.

"Mm, I do, I definitely do."

Jake glanced over at the man. "I guess that's good, because our friend is still there. Still watching us."

"What's he doing?" Abbie had closed her eyes again, and was content letting Jake narrate things for the time being.

"Nothing, right now." Jake held and kneaded Abbie's ass, more than would have been necessary to simply apply sunscreen, and not yet quite as much as he might do in the privacy of their hotel room.

"Maybe if you ..." Abbie's thought trailed off as she wiggled her ass at Jake, trying again to send a message without having to say it directly.

Jake chuckled. "You want me to try to get a reaction out of him?"

Abbie's voice always sounded warmer and lighter when she was smiling, as she was in this moment. "Mm, that would be fun."

Jake again looked over at the man, whose return gaze was fixed more on Abbie than on Jake. "It probably would be hotter if you were watching him back ... more than if I were. Don't you think?"

Abbie breathed deeply. "Mm, I think you're probably right." She opened her eyes and looked at the man. "He's kind of sexy, isn't he."

It wasn't really a question, and Jake didn't see a need to **** an answer. "If you say so," he replied, shifting his own attention back to Abbie.

The sun was bright, and the relatively dry air was hot. Abbie closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, savoring the combined sensations of the heat, the scent of the pool, and Jake's glorious touch on her ass.

He was massaging her, slowly working his fingertips and the base of his hand into her flesh, pressing hard where the muscles were firm, and tickling more playfully where Abbie was softer. She writhed in place, a juxtaposition to Jake, doing her part to heighten the electricity of their connection.

She hoped the man was still watching her, but she liked the idea of keeping her eyes closed. It sent the message that having an audience was okay with her, and she got a little tingly thinking about that message, hoping it was being well received.

Just as Abbie was falling into a relaxed and nearly hypnotic state, she felt Jake's fingers slide directly along her labia and slip smoothly into her pussy. She gasped, her breath staggering slightly. Her mouth widened into a sly smile, aware that something untoward was happening, but enjoying all the same (perhaps even more because it was untoward). She stretched her lower back to press up toward Jake, though not with any kind of tension or resistance.

She held her position, ass up, pushing back against Jake's hand, helping him drive deeper into her. Her eyes fell shut, and as they slowly opened again, she had shifted her focus to the man.

He was watching intently, either unwilling or unable to pull himself away. Abbie licked her lips and gyrated her lower body against Jake, staring back at the man, grinding her body on the deck chair. The way she smiled, the way she blinked slowly at him, all of it sent one message: I'm doing this for you.