the woman by the pool makes flirtatious small talk

"I can't really complain about you looking at me, now can I?"

Jake was startled to hear the woman speaking. His eyes darted up to her face. She had turned her head slightly to her right and was smiling at Jake. She looked relaxed, calm, and enjoying her time in the sun.

"I mean, after all I got to see myself," she added.

She took a deep breath and arched her back. The comment about allowing Jake to look at her combined with her physical stretch was more than just an emphasis of her body -- she wanted him to look at her.

"Feels nice." The woman turned her head away from Jake, and rested on her chair, basking in the sun.

What feels nice? Jake wondered. The sun? Being looked at?

"It absolutely does." Abbie spoke softly, confirming the same vague acknowledgment the woman had proposed.

Jake shook his head and looked down at Abbie. The sun shimmered off her red hair, and her pale, porcelain-like skin was a bright contrast to the mid-brown tone of their new neighbor. Jake closed his eyes and breathed in the air. He felt Abbie's body move under his hands. He opened his eyes again, and noticed that Abbie had turned her head toward the other woman.

"Very hot." The Black woman wasn't looking at Abbie and Jake anymore, but the tone of her voice suggested that she was still connecting with them verbally.

"Mm," Abbie replied.

Jake became even more entertained by the vagueness of their exchange. What was very hot? The air is very hot, obviously. So is the sun. So is Abbie. So is this woman watching me touching and fingering Abbie. Jake monologued in his mind. He began to wonder if the women were intentionally being unclear, if it was some kind of flirting he wasn't attuned to.

"You should be careful," Abbie said. "Don't want to get burned."

The other woman sighed. "I think I forgot my lotion in the room. Can I share some of yours?"

"Absolutely," Abbie said. "Help yourself." She glanced over her shoulder toward Jake, who held the bottle out to the woman on the other chair.

"Thanks," she said. As an afterthought, she added, "I'm Olivia." The cadence of her voice suggested that they weren't becoming casual friends or that they were simply meeting for the first time, but rather that they were (and had been) sharing more than sunscreen, and that adding first names to the exchange made what had been an intimate observation into something just a little closer.

"I'm Abbie."

Olivia took the bottle of sunscreen, and looked at Jake. "And you?"

Jake chuckled. "Jake. Take all you want."

Olivia smiled and pulled the bottle toward her. Jake watched as she squeezed a bit of lotion onto her hand, and then slowly and thoroughly rubbed it into her legs and feet. She was agile enough to reach the length of her body without difficulty, taking care to protect her bare feet as well as tend to all sides of her legs. As her fingers made their way toward her inner thighs and closer to the edge of her bikini bottom, she spread her legs apart. It was only a bit, only enough to more completely apply sunscreen to important parts, but as she did, she lifted her head toward Jake, smiling at him, confirming that he was, in fact, watching her.

And he was. The tables had turned from his performance with Abbie -- now it was Olivia taking center stage. Jake leaned into Abbie, more to nuzzle up to her and be cozy on their deck chair than anything else, though as he did, he knew that Abbie could feel him against her -- including the fact that he was either getting aroused again or was still aroused from earlier. Either way, Abbie always appreciated knowing that Jake was turned on, whether it was by her or not.

Olivia squeezed another dollop of sunscreen onto her hand. Her fingers were long and thin, her nails painted black and shaped to a near point. She looked down at her body and applied the lotion to her inner thighs. As she began to work her fingers into her skin, she glanced up at Jake again, and grinned again, seeing that his attention was still fixed on her. Olivia's breath got a little heavier, her chest rising and falling. She rubbed the lotion into her skin, nudging her fingertips closer and closer to the edge of her bikini bottom. And then, with her eyes focused on Jake, she reached down with one hand and lifted the edge of her bikini. With the other, she rubbed her fingertips against what appeared (to Jake) to be a swath of clean-shaven skin just under the material of her bottoms.

The angle was such that Jake could tell she was lifting her suit up, he could tell that she was touching herself, but he couldn't clearly make out the details of her body. Not that it mattered -- there was enough evident in her own reaction to imagine what she was doing. Her fingers lingered underneath the bikini long enough that, if she were merely applying sunscreen, it would have been the longest such application in the history of the world. Instead, Jake imagined that she was touching more than she needed to -- and although he couldn't have known for sure, he was probably right.

"I don't want to get cream on my suit," Olivia said quietly. "Black material, the white will show up."

"Mm," agreed Abbie absent-mindedly. It wasn't even clear if she was watching, but the entire scenario was so appealing to her regardless, she had enough imagination to paint a good picture.

Olivia spent a little more time focusing on her crotch, a little more time with her fingers underneath the material. She wasn't fully fingering herself, though it definitely seemed (to Jake) that she was doing more than just surface duty.

With a sigh, Olivia turned to face the other two and spoke. "Would you be willing to do my back?"