Jake rubs Olivia's lower back

Jake instinctively looked toward Abbie. His impulse was to go along with whatever was happening, but at the same time, he was a little concerned about making a wrong assumption. Abbie was such a glorious surprise at every turn, but he couldn't help but wonder where the limits might be.

Except when he looked at her, she was smiling. She sat back, fully at ease, and smiling at him. As he glanced over, she simply let her head fall back against the chair, let her eyelids close slowly and open again, and breathed deeply and evenly, all of which said to Jake: Yes.

Jake was still sitting on Olivia's legs, and as Olivia settled back down into her position, wriggling her body against his, he felt a surge in his groin. He imagined Olivia must have felt it too, but she didn't offer any kind of reaction. Jake looked down to see Olivia's tight ass resting between his thighs, and he took a moment to just stare at her. Why not? he thought. He noticed that her bikini was a little off center, part of it wedged between her ass cheeks.

Jake chuckled. Do I just ... leave that there? He tilted his head, taking in the view. He gently moved one hand down to the edge of Olivia's bikini bottom, and carefully slipped his fingertip under the material. He lifted it, pulling it away from Olivia's skin, and gently straightened it out -- but not without lifting it away from Olivia enough to see just the edge of her pussy peeking out.

Olivia made no reaction to the moment of exposure, nor really to the fact that Jake was adjusting the material over her body. Jake felt another throb in his shorts as his fingers moved around Olivia's body, adventurously close to parts of her he hadn't imagined being permitted to touch. Olivia's casual non-response to these intimate moments was even more of a turn-on -- there was something intensely arousing about the idea of letting taboo moments occur without opposition.

As Jake held the edge of Olivia's bikini between his fingers, he looked at Abbie -- long enough to let her know that he was still thinking about her, but briefly enough remain focused on Olivia, and more importantly, on the opportunity the moment was giving him. What the hell, he thought. I'm more of an idiot if I don't do anything than if I do. He slipped his fingers a bit further around her suit, very intentionally rubbing the back of his hand against her flesh, clearly feeling up her ass more than simply fixing her off-center bikini. Olivia wiggled slightly in response, and Jake couldn't help but chuckle to himself, pleased.

Abbie glanced around vaguely, but kept most of her focus split between watching Jake and Olivia, and drifting into her own dreamlike state. The show is all for me anyway, isn't it? she thought. Jake's enjoying himself, he has to be, but ... he knows I'm watching.

Jake had his hands on Olivia's lower back, his thumbs toward the center, fingers splayed outward. With the heels of his hands an inch or so away from Olivia's spine, Jake's fingertips wrapped around her midsection, and he relished the touch of her sides. Her body was soft in spots, though he could feel her muscles tightening as she breathed.

Olivia squirmed in place a bit as Jake dug his hands in. "I'd ask you to do that all day long," she said dreamily, "but I think your girlfriend might start to get jealous."

Jake sighed. "I bet she'd be okay." He glanced over at Abbie, smiling at her. Abbie fingers were dancing around her own body, giving herself enough attention, at least for the moment.

"You know I watched you, right?" Olivia paused, her body resting still for a bit. "I wasn't going to say that, I was just going to ... either assume you knew or not let on, but ... ah well. But you know." She turned her head slightly toward Jake. "You know, right?"

Jake nodded. "I know."

Olivia rested her head back down on her arms. "Ah." She lay in silence for a moment.

Jake began to move his hands further down, over Olivia's bikini bottom, but now tending to her ass instead. He took in Olivia's physique, enchanted by the touch of her strong body under his hands, squeezing her firm, perfectly-shaped ass, and running his thumbs along the inner edges of her thighs, almost (but not quite) touching the part of her bikini that covered her most sensitive parts. Jake felt himself unconsciously clenching his own muscles, tightening the grip his legs had over Olivia's, and realized that he was more than a little bit erect at this point.

He felt an urge to pull at his own suit, to adjust, to free his stiffening cock from its confines. He wanted to drop his hand directly into Olivia's suit as well, slide his fingers straight into her pussy, which he imagined (and hoped) was as wet as he was hard.

Olivia took a breath and held it. Jake wondered if she could tell he was hard, if she could feel him against her. Then she spoke. "Were you ... trying to be seen? Or did you just not care whether you were or not?"

Jake emitted a small grunt as he moved slightly across Olivia, feeling her ass press against the tip of his cock. If Olivia knew that he was turned on, she wasn't objecting.

"We were just ... in our own moment."

"Your own moment, huh?" Olivia had a smile in the tone of her voice. "I like that. Unaffected by the world around you."

"Mm."

Another pause filled the air. Jake continued massaging Olivia's ass, his thumbs moving more actively down between her thighs. Jake figured that if Olivia wasn't stopping him, that was enough of a cue to keep going.

"I've never done that," Olivia said softly. "Never been so exposed. In public."

"No?" Jake slid his hands between Olivia's legs, his palms wrapped around her inner thighs. At this angle, his pinky fingers were closest to the underside of her suit. A few more inches, and he'd make direct contact with Olivia's bikini-shrouded pussy.

"I suppose it takes the right partner," Olivia said, her voice tighter as she clenched her muscles to work herself against Jake's hands. "And the right scenario."

Jake made a small grunting noise again, and bucked his hips slightly, intensifying the contact between his cock and her ass. He could tell that by this point, he was completely hard.

"And you've got to be in the mood," Olivia continued. She paused again before adding, "at least, I assume so."

"Be in the mood," Jake echoed a bit absent-mindedly.

"Are you in the mood?"

Jake was silent, but pushed his hips forward again. His hands crept up Olivia's thighs, and he could feel the warmth of her pussy at the edge of his fingers.

The smile returned to Olivia's voice. "I'm going to take that as a yes."