the woman walks toward Abbie and Jake

"Oh shit," said Jake. "I think she's coming over here."

Abbie giggled. "What's so bad about that?"

"Well," Jake continued, "your ass is out, your tits are out, your bikini is half off, I've just been fondling you publicly, and for all we know, this woman is hotel security and we're going to get royally fucked."

Abbie sighed and rested her head on her arms. "You worry too much, Jake."

Jake's eyes were fixed on the woman, who was definitely moving toward them. She had taken a few steps, covering about half the distance. As she walked, she looked around, taking in the surroundings. Jake had lost sight of the rest of the pool deck, and wouldn't have known how many other people were actually nearby if his life depended on it. The woman, on the other hand, was clocking everything, but her target was clear.

Without really thinking about it, Jake pulled the back of Abbie's bikini bottoms up. Even if they had gotten away with overt fingering when the woman was watching from a distance, if she was going to walk right up to them, he felt an instinct to be more publicly presentable. Abbie's untied top was plenty revealing, but Abbie was face down, and as long as she didn't sit up, she wasn't exposed.

"Aw, Jake," she said, a coy air of disappointment in her voice.

"I don't know," Jake mumbled. He looked at her ass, and laughed a little as he realized that the bikini was so small, there was barely a difference between how much of Abbie was actually exposed with vs. without it. As he straightened out the material against Abbie's ass, Jake looked up to see that the woman was still slowly approaching.

Step by step, she grew closer, and closer, and closer ... until she finally arrived at an empty deck chair right next to Abbie and Jake.

"Mind if I ...?"

The sound of her voice surprised Jake. He was expecting something low and raspy. Instead, her voice was light, sweet, and she had some kind of an accent, perhaps Caribbean. The gold beads that adorned her bikini strings rattled slightly as she moved. Her mesh wraparound skirt rippled against her legs as she walked, and rustled in the light breeze as she stood in front of Abbie and Jake. Her dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and as she spoke, a sweet smile crossed her face, suggesting that she was just a little younger than Jake had previously imagined.

"Of course," Abbie said dreamily. She hadn't really clocked what the woman had even asked, but because it was a question and because it was Abbie, the answer was yes.

The woman sat on the deck chair, facing the pool. She easily slipped off her flip-flops, and stretched her legs along the length of the seat. She reached forward, and gently ran her hands along her legs, starting from the ankle, and softly rubbing her skin all the way up to her hips. As her fingertips reached the confines of her bathing suit, she casually stroked one hand across her crotch, subtly fingering herself (through the material) before moving her hands up to her stomach, up the center of her chest, and then through her hair, tossing it back behind her. She pulled her left foot back up toward her body, bending her knee, her other leg still stretched out toward the pool.

"The sun feels so nice," she said blithely.

"Mm, I know," Abbie replied.

Jake was amused that there was no comment on the overt exhibitionism from moments earlier, no indication that the woman had even seen them before arriving at the neighboring chair. Of course she had, and maybe that was precisely why she felt no need to speak of it.

While still touching and massaging Abbie (though for no particular purpose, as any sunscreen had been applying was long since absorbed), he ogled the woman's body to his left. Her light brown skin glowed in the sun, her toned stomach and lean limbs, the fashionable bikini-plus-wrap -- it all made her look like a page out of a catalog. He hadn't really clocked her height as she approached, but based on how she looked, lounging on the chair, Jake estimated that she was probably a bit taller than Abbie. His eyes danced down her outstretched leg, pausing at her ankle, where he saw a delicate gold chain dangling off her leg.

The woman flexed her foot, stretched it out, and then relaxed it again. Jake sighed as he observed the muscles of her leg tighten and release. All the touching and fondling of Abbie's body had him quite turned on, and now seeing another attractive woman right nearby, he felt a bit of a surge below his waist. He wondered if Abbie felt it too.