Second thoughts, third thoughts

“Is this getting out of hand? That guy- is he going too far- is Kate letting him go too far?” These thoughts flashed across your mind. You’d wanted Kate to let go of her inhibitions- to go topless on the beach. She’d done that-today; something she had never done before. What was more she’d flaunted her body, something you thought she should have done long ago- you’d almost tired of reminding her just how sexy she really was. You were sure now that Kate would never be as prim or as prissy again. And that was all good, how it should be. You’d even dreamed –idly, never really expecting it to happen- of Kate pleasuring herself on the beach while people watched.

But this, a stranger playing with Kate -playing intimately yet showing her off to a crowded beach- this you thought was too much. Kate was your girlfriend. Half a dozen plans to rescue Kate flashed across your mind. She wasn’t- you told yourself-an exhibitionist – nor was the easy girl who strangers mauled in public. No, Kate was almost prudish. She had only ever let you fuck her twice outside –once in the sand hills behind this very beach one sultry night after a beach bbq earlier in summer and once in the forest after you’d both cooled off in a deep pool of water after you’d been hiking for hours. No, you told yourself, you didn’t want Kate toyed with as if she was some slut.

Nor it seemed did Kate want it either. She shook herself and slapped the guy’s hand away from her bikini tie. It was you saw a light slap, telling him he had gone a little too far, not a heavy slap that would stop him altogether- nor did Kate get out of his lap. Instead she gave a slight wiggle, enough to get his probing finger out of her bottoms. She turned back to flash a smile at the guy then winked and grinned smugly at you; telling you more plainly than any words could have that she wasn’t about to let the stranger work her over. No, that grin told you Kate was in control and was teasing the guy and you too. Yes, you realised, she’d teased the guy at least from when she trailed her fingers over his cheek and in letting that guy try to untie her bottoms, in letting his finger slide just inside those same bottoms Kate messed with your mind; she knew what conflicted emotions would churn you up as you watched.

“The sassy spunky babe!” You couldn’t but admire her chutzpah- she had more gall than you’d ever imagined. “But this,” your thoughts continued, ‘would never do. Kate isn’t meant to be in control, she isn’t meant to tease me. It was my idea to get her here on the beach.” You comforted your pricked pride – you’d hoped Kate would go topless and she had, you’d dreamed she’d pleasure herself in public and she had briefly done so. But now you wanted more, you wanted Kate dancing to your tune. How to do this?

Do you call Kate back to you? If she came you’d clearly be in control- everyone would see it. But what if she didn’t come? Would you go up to her and the stranger and –well what would happen then? Or would you let her be for the moment? Yes you’d be letting go any control but what control did you have anyway?