the woman walks away

They stayed in something of a standoff -- Jake on top of Abbie, his hands on her body but staring at the stranger; and the woman, now having abandoned (for the moment) her self-stimulation, staring back and wondering who might make the next move.

But it was the woman who needed to act. Jake had nothing to prove, and as he idly rubbed Abbie's ass, the woman had no choice but to sigh, shake her head, and walk away, slightly dejected at the notion of what could have been.

"Abbie," Jake said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think other people were looking at us?"

"Mm, I hope so."

Jake's touch on her ass got a little more prominent. "You hope so?"

"Sure," Abbie replied. "Don't you?"

Jake chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. It'd be nice for the world to see what a lucky fuck I am."

Abbie laughed. "Jake!"

"Is it not true?"

Abbie picked up her loose bikini top and began to reposition it. Jake moved his hand off her ass, and the two of them shifted position to face one another. "Yes, it's true. You're a lucky fuck. Now retie my top so we can go swimming."