Alone on a Greek island. First time traveling on my own.
I look at my watch – 1pm. All the shops and tavernas will be closing their shutters and doors for the afternoon. Holiday-makers and inhabitants of the tiny fishing village retreating to their villas and homes, sensibly escaping the burning heat.
But this is my favourite time of day – the intensity of the sun scorching my body as the bone melting rays pin me to the sand that I lie baking myself on. I stretch and close my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of being almost naked, drenched in glorious sunshine.
I must have slept for a little while because I suddenly realise that what little tide there is on the island has come in and water is lapping at my toes. Sitting up and glancing along the beach, I see one other foolhardy sun-worshipper lay on his towel, looking out to sea.
Realising I’m thirsty I pick up my bag, leaving my towel and clothes where they are. Wrapping a sarong around my naked breasts, I head to the rocky outcrop at the end of the beach where ice cold beer, in the scruffy beach shack that seems to be open 24 hours a day, beckons.
Sitting at the only table outside the shack, I slowly sip my drink from the bottle. I watch as the man I’d noticed a few moments earlier stands and starts to walk towards where I’m sat, probably needing to quench his thirst too.
As he walks past me, he smiles and nods but doesn’t speak. When he’s bought his beer, he comes back out and gestures to the other chair at my table, as though asking if it’s ok for him to be seated.
“Please do”, I say. “Oh, you’re English”, he replies, “I thought perhaps you were Greek yourself, being so dark”.
I laugh and comment that the Greeks have far more sense than us English, staying out in the afternoon heat.
He’s quite a bit older than me and he smiles a lot as he talks about nothing in particular. I like his eyes, the way they sort of hold my gaze a second longer than they really should. They sparkle, as though he knows what he’s doing.
We both finish our beer and stand to head off back down the beach.
It’s when we start to walk that I realise how tall he is and I have to keep looking up at him when I speak. We reach his towel first and pause for a moment to finish our conversation, then I carry on back to my spot.
After a few steps, I turn round to find him still watching me. I smile and ask him if he’d like to bring his things down to where I’ve been lay.
He lies next to me and we carry on talking, but this time there’s an edge to our conversation and I can feel myself getting excited. I look around the beach and can see no-one.
Taking a chance, I turn back to him and ask if he’d mind putting some sun cream on my back for me, passing him the bottle so he doesn’t really have much choice in the matter.
I remove my sarong and turn to lie on my tummy, but not before he catches sight of my semi-nakedness.
The cool flow of sun lotion as it lands on my bare skin makes me shiver. His strong hands get to work and slowly spread the cream between my shoulder blades and up to my neck in a sweeping circular motion. A little moan escapes my lips as I feel the tension in my shoulders dissolving, but realise it is starting to build elsewhere.
The rubbing and kneading of the muscles in my back goes on for some minutes before I become aware of his hands starting to work their way lower until they arrive at the edge of my bikini pants.
I hold my breath, wondering what he’ll do next. Will he sense the need I have for him to slide his fingers beneath the cloth and get to work on the cheeks of my bottom? He pauses for a moment, then gently slips one hand under my pants and begins to knead the soft flesh beneath.
I want to grind my crotch down into the hot sand beneath me, but I’m afraid this might make him stop. So instead, I lie still and try to control my breathing, which is becoming faster as each second goes by.
Suddenly, his hand slides from my bottom and he gets hold of my hip-bone, rolling me over until I am lay on my back, looking straight up into his eyes. Neither of us speaks, we just smile as he gets the bottle of sun lotion and lazily draws a snaking pattern with the slippery white content all over my stomach and finally my breasts.
I can’t believe this is happening. “Close your eyes”, he whispers and I obey him.
The thought of being massaged so sensuously in the middle of the exposed but deserted beach excites me almost as much as the actual sensations that are hitting my body. He slowly draws his fingertips through the cream on my skin, starting at my navel and working his way out over my tummy, light as a feather.
I draw my knees up and stifle a moan as I fight the urge to push his hand lower, between my thighs. I don’t know how I resist.
Gradually, he starts to work his way up and over my ribs. My nipples are hurting they are so tight and aching to be touched. But he teases me and after gently circling each breast, he moves away to my collarbone and then up to my lips.
My tongue snakes out and licks his fingers, drawing the middle one between my lips where I gently simulate what I’d like to be doing to his cock.
For the first time, I hear him make a telltale noise of desire and I realise that his need for release is becoming as great as mine.
He takes his hand away and I lie still in anticipation for him to resume his journey around my body, hoping that this time he’ll give my breasts the attention they desperately crave.
But instead of his hands, it is his mouth that I suddenly become aware of on my skin. His tongue tracing tiny, barely there circles around my left nipple, so light and feathery as to be almost unbearable.
I gasp out loud. I want him to just take me, right now. I want him to tear my bikini pants off and pound me into the sand.
He senses my growing need and whilst now starting to bite gently at my nipple, he places one of his hands on the top of my thigh, just nudging the edge of my pants. I feel his thumb land directly on my clitoris, separated by only a thin slip of black nylon that is stretched tight across my sex.
The sensation of his touch through the cloth is somehow even more erotic than if he had been touching the naked slippery flesh itself. I can now hardly control myself, but I’m determined to lie still and keep my eyes closed, letting him do as he pleases as his intention is obviously to please me.
Sucking hard on my breast now, his rubbing between my thighs is becoming more insistent until I realise that with his other hand, he’s undone the string bow at my hip and I feel myself exposed to the burning rays of the sun. I almost orgasm there and then.
There’s no gentle teasing any longer. He lifts his head and sees my shaven pussy and forcefully thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I’m so wet and ready that they slide straight in.
I spread my legs as wide as I can and push my groin up to meet each thrust of his hand. Each time I bang against his palm, my clitoris throbs and pulsates, almost tipping me over the edge.
He dips his head down between my thighs and, feeling the tip of his tongue against my skin, I fear I can’t hold back any longer.
As though he senses this, with one final thrust of his fingers, he quickly removes his hand and presses his face into my sex – sucking, licking and biting as I have the most powerful orgasm of my entire life.
It takes me quite a while to recover, and when I do, I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me.
I return his smile as I simply say, “I think you’d better pass me the cream – you look like you’re starting to burn”.
