My Tropical Dream
Thanks to my huge breasts, I always get looks and whistles when I’m on a beach, so when I found a secluded cove on my first holiday to Barbados, I was delighted. My friend, Heidi, had opted to meet me later, saying she had to meet some friends in the local town.
Lying topless on my towel on the soft sand, I was so warm and comfortable, that I fell asleep. As I slept, I began to dream. I dreamt that Heidi had returned, dressed in her bikini and lay down next to me. I’ve always known her to be an extremely attractive brunette, but I’ve never felt anything sexual towards her – or so I thought. The dream continued with Heidi commenting that I needed to put some lotion on my breasts or I’d burn. In the dream, I couldn’t move, so Heidi said she’d so it for me and I could practically feel her hands slipping and sliding across my chest.
Slowly, with a warm tingle in my loins, I began to wake. As I opened my eyes, the massage continued; Heidi was kneeling over me, rubbing oil into my chest.
“Sorry,” she smiled. “I tried to wake you, but you were spark out.”
I must’ve gasped as the tingle between my legs grew at the sensation of Heidi’s palm sliding over my nipple. My friend smiled, with a twinkle in her eye.
“Like that, do you?” she asked. All I could do was nod. “What about this?” Heidi grinned, taking my nipple in her mouth and gently sucking. I groaned in pleasure, scarcely able to believe this was happening. But it felt to right and suddenly, I wanted to try it; to try it all.
I pulled Heidi’s face from my chest and kissed her gently on the mouth. As I did so, I undid her bikini top and pulled her onto me, revelling in the sensation of our slippery breasts sliding against each other. “I’ve dreamt about this,” Heidi whispered, sliding a hand across my stomach and down the front of my bikini bottoms. “Funnily enough, so have I,” I gasped.