Kate can look after herself

--All those thoughts –from your original concern for Kate’s welfare to your chagrin that she was trying to take control had flashed through your mind in a few seconds, hardly enough time to blink; certainly not enough time to take in the action around you.

Kate you think can look after herself. She had done so so far. Too well in fact for your liking. You look up, away from Kate still sitting on the stranger’s lap, his hand now kneading her belly, his fingers pressing in on Kate’s firm yet feminine abs. You smile knowing how sensitive Kate’s tummy is, how turned on she gets by belly play. But still you look up away from her- the guy will have to persist for a while to work Kate round. Behind Kate and to her right is the redhead, still staring at you, her mouth still slightly open. Some sixth sense tells you that the redhead has not taken her eyes from you and Kate and the stranger- she can see all three at the one time. Your eyes lock on the petite girl. She blushes more deeply than ever, she tries to look away- for a moment her head turns - but seemingly cannot for she turns her head back and looks at you once more. AS she does so you notice how short her breath is, her mouth opens and closes and her chest rises and falls with each gasp- gasps you could swear you could hear from ten yards away. You notice her hands are clenched into little fists and you know she is digging her nails into her palms in an effort to retain composure. She is one horny, conflicted babe.

And she wasn't just looking at Kate and the stranger. She certainly was looking at them, at the stranger playing with Kate's tummy- he'd gently pinched some flesh and skin together and was rolling it between his fingers; at Kate's reaction, her mouth slightly open as if sighing, her left hand fluttering over the stranger's back, her right hand pulling his head down for a deep long kiss.

But the redhead was looking at you as well. Her eyes met your steady gaze-almost as if drawn by a magnet. You sensed from her taut stiff body, her anxious expression, her tensed fists, the uneasy way she shifted from knee to knee that she wished herself elsewhere, but couldn't move. IT was as if she was fantasising something between you and her; something perhaps like what Kate and the stranger had been doing moments ago. Somehow, without any conscious effort, you'd hooked her. Now to reel her in, but how? Could you just walk up to her and sit next to her? And if you did, what then- pull her into your lap? She might just smack your face. No that wasn’t likely not when she looked at you like that, not when her hand shifted to rub her bikini bottoms as she did so. No, she might respond eagerly to whatever you did if you sat down next to her. And if she did what then; and to what purpose? More importantly did you want to get on with the babe, Kate was your girl not this little redhead. The girl gazing intently at you, and at Kate and the stranger too was not the only conflicted person on the beach.--

Kate maybe your girl but she's playing with this stranger. She's hardly looked at you since she pushed his hand away earlier. Now she looks like she's about to let his hand return to what was previously forbidden territory. So, you run some options through your head: you could go over to her and try to break up the twosome, you could call her over, try to make her jealous by going to the redhead, you could sit it out and hope there'll be a change.