I nod. “It’s a thing. An award that is only handed out to the best ass to ever walk, and, Pips, that’s your ass.” I blow out a heavy breath and then pout. “But I’m sad.”

“Oh no, why?” She cups my cheek.

“Because I want to see your ass again, and it’s all covered up.”

“Gosh, that is sad.”

“I wish that it wasn’t covered up.”

“For your sake, I wish it wasn’t as well.”

“Well then, maybe…maybe you can take your shorts off.”

She glances down at her shorts and then back at me. “Want me to take them off and bend over in front of you?”

“Please.”

She nods. “I mean, I can’t have you sad.” She shimmies out of her shorts and then stands from the blanket, only to back up in front of me and bend over, where she touches her toes.

“Christ,” I mutter as I run my hands up her hamstrings and straight to her ass, pushing the bikini briefs to her center and gripping her ass tightly.

“Oh God,” she moans and then stands. Staring down at me, she asks, “What about my boobs? Do you miss those too?”

“So much I might start crying.”

“Please don’t cry,” she says as she reaches into her white shirt and undoes her bra. She tosses it to the side but leaves her shirt on.

“That’s not good enough.”

“I’m not done.”

Then to my surprise, she walks to the lake, steps into the water, and dips herself all the way down until the water reaches her neck. When she stands back up, the water weighs down her shirt, making it see-through as the fabric clings to her body.

Mother of God.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper as I stare at her perfectly hard nipples poking through the fabric.

She straddles my lap and pushes me onto my back. My hands fall to her thighs as she starts to slowly undulate on top of me.

“Christ, Pips,” I say while my hands run up her wet torso, my mouth desperate to touch her, to feel her, to suck on her.

Her hands move to her breasts, and she starts squeezing them while on top of me, giving me one hell of a show. I grow stiff underneath her, letting her take the reins, enjoying this newfound freedom she’s gained.

“Matt never let me dry hump him.”

“He’s a fucking moron,” I say as she leans her hands against my chest now, anchoring herself.

“I need your shorts off. I want to feel more of you.”

I undo my shorts and pull them off as she helps me, leaving my boxer briefs on. She starts working my cock once she’s seated again.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Take what you want, what you need.”