Jake fingers Olivia

Jake dug the heel of his left hand into Olivia's thigh. He tried, at the same time, to adjust his bathing suit, as his rock hard dick was straining the limits of it, nearly stretching it so far as to nearly pull the front down a little on its own. As he wriggled on top of Olivia, pulling at his cock, he couldn't help but rub up against her ass. He felt the muscles of her legs tighten for a moment as he made contact, and even though he was sure she felt him behind her (and fairly sure that she knew it was his dick bumping into her ass), Olivia didn't say anything.

Instead, Olivia just sighed, taking a deep breath, and settling herself back onto her chair. Jake smiled, and laughed a bit to himself. She had to have known, he thought. He decided to push things a little further, and see how far he could go. He torqued his hips a bit to reposition himself, and this time, intentionally rolled his body slightly in order to press his dick against Olivia's ass.

"Mm," she moaned slightly, a verbal reaction, but physically, she remained unchanged, clearly doing nothing to deter Jake, who pumped his body against hers a few times, pressing into her a little more each time.

Jake brought his hands back to Olivia's ass, working his way across her body and back toward her inner thighs. He could see Olivia's upper body moving as she breathed, her rib cage expanding and contracting, her back rising and falling. He keen gazed at his own hand inching closer to her bikini bottom, and as he made contact, he felt her breathing stagger, her body shudder.

With a smile, Jake pushed a little further. He pressed his left pinky against Olivia, rubbing the side of his finger along the narrow strip of material that just barely covered Olivia's nether regions. Jake could feel the warmth of Olivia's body, and although he couldn't actually smell anything, he felt that the air got a little sweeter as he touched her.

Jake nudged her fingers in a little tighter. Olivia gave no resistance, and Jake accepted that as enough consent to continue. He toyed with the edge of the material, pushing it, tucking the tip of his finger alongside and underneath it. Then, with one bold move, he pulled it aside with one hand, and slipped two fingers of his other hand straight into Olivia's wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh," Olivia groaned as Jake's fingers entered her. Jake turned his hand a bit, working his fingers at different angles, feeling around Olivia's snatch, experimenting, trying to find the angle that got Olivia most excited. "Oh fuck ... that ... mmmm, yes ... do that some more ..." Olivia's words drifted off, but she had said enough for Jake to understand.

With his left hand fully committed to deeply fucking Olivia's hole, Jake used his right hand to give one more pull on Olivia's bathing suit, and then went back to fondling and rubbing her ass. Jake mentally noted that Olivia's butt was both plumper than Abbie's and more muscular, round, lush, and firm all at the same time. Without losing intensity on the main event (i.e., his fingers inside Olivia's snatch), he took in as much of Olivia's body as he could with his other hand -- ass, hip, outer thigh, Jake admired it all. She's got a body like an athlete, Jake thought, chuckling to himself. A little swimming leads to all this? Jake enjoyed imagining the fantasy of Olivia in the world of soccer, basketball, or running.

"Just ... just a little slower," Olivia said. Amidst the mumbles and moans, she managed to form a coherent (if brief) sentence.

Jake was more than happy to oblige, and slowing down gave him the opportunity to really thrust into her, grandly, thoroughly. He turned to look at Abbie again, who was deeply entrenched in watching the show unfold. Abbie had her own hand inside her bathing suit, her legs spread, and was openly fingering herself as she watched Jake doing the same to Olivia. Jake felt a twitch in his groin as he looked at Abbie, somehow feeling himself get even harder than he already was. Naturally, he felt the urge to fuck, and while he wanted Abbie, he was committed (in the moment) to Olivia. I bet Abbie would come over here if I asked her to, Jake thought. He knew he was right. But he didn't know how Olivia would respond to bringing Abbie into the picture. And besides, he didn't really want to give up his own moment with Olivia.

"Is that better?" Jake leaned over Olivia's back and spoke quietly toward her.

"Better ... so far ..." Olivia answered, a satisfied smile crossing her lips.