the woman begins to show some reaction

Abbie's breath was heavy. Her hips were rocking up and down to maximize contact with Jake's fingers inside her pussy. Her fingers gripped the deck chair harder as she worked her body more vigorously, the sensation of Jake touching her bringing her to heightened levels of arousal.

"You're so wet," Jake said softly.

"Mm-hm, I know," Abbie replied. "I don't know which is hotter, you fingering me in plain daylight, or knowing that a complete stranger is watching you fingering me in plain daylight."

She smiled more broadly as she voiced these two erotic notions, and her head instinctively nodded toward the woman.

For the first time, her mystery admirer moved. She uncrossed her legs, and brought her hand along the top of her thigh, toward her waist. She gracefully pushed part of her mesh skirt aside, and rested her fingers over the front of her bikini bottom. As far as Abbie could tell, she was not just shifting to find a new position -- she wanted to touch herself through her suit.

Abbie bit her lip and took in a sharp breath. She liked the idea that the woman was getting turned on to the point that she needed to do something about it. She liked the idea that, even thirty feet away, the woman found the sight of Abbie alluring. She liked the idea that her small performance (aided in no small part by Jake) was making an impact, even at such a distance.

She realized that she was writing the narrative herself -- that is, until she watched the woman more steadily run her fingers up and down the front of her bikini, tracing the edges of her labia. Yes, Abbie thought, she's definitely masturbating now.

"Jake," she said softly.

"Mm?"

"I think she's getting turned on."

Jake was quiet, but only in the hopes that Abbie would continue to share.

"She's rubbing herself. I think she's getting excited."

"She's not the only one," Jake said slyly.

"Is that so?" Abbie said with a smile. She waved her right hand toward Jake loosely, suggesting that she wanted Jake to prove it. He took her hand and rested it against his inner thigh, pushing her fingers onto his dick. "Mm, I see what you mean." She rubbed her fingers along the length of his shaft gently, pressing the tip, caressing his leg, all while Jake continued to thrust his fingers into her wet pussy.

The woman got less subtle, pushing her fingertips down against her, creating greater pressure and connectivity with her pussy, separated only by a thin layer of material. Her body rocked back and forth a bit on the chair, and the whole time, she never took his gaze off Abbie.

"Do you ..." Jake began. "I have to be careful," he said.

"Don't be," said Abbie. "Just say whatever you want to say."

Jake chuckled. "I could keep touching you like this ... or I could stop." He felt Abbie's energy drop slightly when he suggested stopping. "But you don't want that," he added quickly. "So ... does that mean you want me to keep going?"

"Mm," Abbie moaned lightly.

"Maybe raise the stakes a bit?"

Abbie smiled, and rested her head on her arms, her eyes fluttering closed. "I like the sound of that."