Yes of course

I made quick work of the top half of her breasts. I enjoyed the soft, pliable flesh and the way they jiggled as I handled them. But I was still a gentleman so I didn’t linger.

I stood up and said, “Time to roll over.”

Kimberly rolled onto her front with her head resting on her arms. She exhaled a deep sigh as I started down at her feet and made my way upwards. Her ass looked phenomenal in her bikini bottoms, plumping up from her firm thighs before sloping down to the small of her back. My hands passed over everything covered in cloth and continued above her waist. I followed the narrow valley that traced her spine up to the hook clasp of her top.

When my fingers reached it she said, “You can undo that, Michael. I prefer to avoid tan lines whenever possible.”

I lifted the single plastic hook out of the loop of fabric holding it in place. I moved each side of the top to the left and right and let the elastic fabric fall down over the edges of the lounge chair. The sides of Kimberly’s breasts came into view, swelling out to the side as she lay on them, the cups of her bikini trapped under her body.

I slathered more lotion on my palms and kept going, starting with her newly exposed skin. I worked my way along her sides, from her rib cage to her armpits. Once again I got a tease of how soft and supple her breasts were, but I didn’t press my luck. As I moved to her shoulder blades I had to sit down on her again. This time my cock was rock hard in my swimsuit and I positioned myself so that I could press it against her ass.

The tip of my cock pressed into her ass through the fabric of our suits just as I started to apply a good amount of pressure to Kimberly’s shoulders. She moaned.

“Oh yeah, Michael. That’s just how I like it.”

I pressed firmly into her again with my hands and rocked my hips back and forth slightly.

“Is that so?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Hard…”

My thumbs were digging in just below her neck now. This was no longer about lotion; it was a full-on massage.

“…deep…”

I worked my way back down her spine, pressing small circles with my fingers as I went. When I got to her waist I moved my hands to the side and grabbed her, pulling her ass ever so slightly up off the chair.

“And from behind?” I teased.

“Ohhh…” she groaned. “Any way I can get it.”

My hips picked up speed. I drew her back towards me again and again. My crotch was now firmly embedded between her ass cheeks. I knew that if I pulled back I’d see her bottoms bunched up between them, turning her briefs into a thong. I could also feel an orgasm building.

So much for being a gentleman.

Normally I might worry about chafing with that much friction against my dick. But the dream made it all pleasure and no risk. Kimberly, lying still with her eyes closed, made no move to stop me.

“Feel like taking a break?” she asked, “That’s hard work. I’m sure you could find something to snack on.”