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Greece! It had been so long that we had started to joke that it was some fabled land which only existed in TV shows and archaeological digs. Not a real place, or maybe one that had once existed but had slipped beneath the waves and become a legend like Atlantis.
But here it was, swirling around us: bobbing boats, clear water and a mass of exotic humanity as the sun passed overhead and headed off to shine its light on the eternal city of Sparta. And the Greeks really did know how to have a good time! Sunny courtyard taverns and coffee shops where the locals promenaded and settled for an evening of expansive food and conversation. Beautiful clothes and the smell of spicy food as knots of people sat around white linen tables, eyes flashing, voices raised; their hands clenching and swooping as ancient philosophies fought their way up from the depths of their passion. Truly we were not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
It was so beautiful. Jen and I had rented a room at the edge of the rocky sea and we spent our days wandering along the marina where the water was glassy and made satisfying gloop noises as it heaved and fell on ancient wharves. We had looked forward to experiencing Greek restaurants and had expected the food to be exotic, and it was, but we quickly found that the Greeks don’t just sit and eat. Not for them the sitting politely at a table and ignoring the people next to you; no, for them it is a passionate event that sometimes felt like being at football game where we were all on the same side and the game was going well, and the post game celebrations sometimes went late into the early morning.
Maybe it was the holiday, maybe it was the passion flowing around us, but evenings found us in our ancient iron bed, the balcony doors thrown open and the white curtains blowing in the evening breeze as we made love and talked deep into the night, secret thoughts and forgotten moments flowing from us as old wounds dissolved and healed, our souls becoming porous with the ebb and flow of the waves and ancient city around us.
Breakfast always found us in a small café that we had both learned to love. The grey haired owner was a font of knowledge about the area and had a wickedly sharp mind and sense of humour, always ready to critique and lampoon the goings on in world as his two daughters swirled around and made food appear. The young women never seemed to agree with him and were constantly rolling their eyes and saying something that I was sure was the Greek equivalent of “Oh, dad!”, but often stopped to join in the melee, their floral voices counterpointing his deep baritone.
The old man had been in fine form that morning, and the discussion had ranged from the price of seafood nowadays to why his oldest daughter wouldn’t just marry the boy she had been seeing for the last year, the conversation whirling noisily around the room as the other patrons added their two drachma’s worth. Laughing and watching the flow of the conversation, I had gone to collect a newspaper from the counter, and as I absentmindedly reached for the paper I found myself holding a hand that was roughly snatched away, both of us starting and whirling around to face each other.
The woman facing me was rigid, her eyes dark and wary. I apologised with a laugh and told her that I really hadn’t been paying attention and had not even seen her; I don’t normally make a habit of holding random women’s hands. She smiled wryly and explained that she and her husband had just arrived and had come from a place in Italy where pickpockets were a problem and you always had to be on your guard. I commiserated with her about the craziness of some places, and I could see a man who could only be her husband hovering around looking for a table so I invited them to join us – it was the least I could do after giving her such a nasty fright.
Her husband’s name was Serge, which turned out to be pronounced ser gay and not serj, and her name was Mary. She was Bulgarian, but her mother was Italian and her father French which had given her dark skin and black hair that flowed in ringlets down her back. Small breasted and broad hipped, her dress clung lovingly to her curves and she moved with a swing and a swish that made eyes in the café slide up and down in a Mexican wave as she walked by. Serge was mainly Swedish and had green eyes, tawny hair and a lean but muscular build that he said was pretty much typical of his countrymen, and spoke of a country that valued national canlı bahis service and good health. Jen was just so exotic to them: a redhead with huge blue eyes and long legs that Mary said she would kill for, and she lifted up her dress to show the high heels she had to wear to “stop her backside from dragging on the ground”.
We hit it off straight away and we spent the next few days hanging out and touring around together. They were easy company and we could see that they loved each other, their forthright and relaxed manner making it easy to relax and share our love of each other with them. We ate together almost exclusively, and nights would find us sitting on our balcony just sharing a bottle of wine and watching the world go by.
Thursday was fishing day and we had a late lunch watching the boats unloading their catch. Mary had been talking about a Bulgarian film that was going to be on TV that afternoon by one of her favourite directors and was excited to be see it. Serge wasn’t so impressed and felt that the director made movies that were too gloomy, and he really just wanted to cruise around to take in more of the place. I thought I’d like to see the movie myself, just to see how much of the language I could understand but Jen was equally unimpressed and said that if Mary and I wanted to watch some oddball movie, then she would just take Serge out and show him how normal people have a good time; anyway, there was a cool new cider house she had found in town, and it had a particularly lovely courtyard that had been calling to her for the last week.
We all thought that was a particularly fine solution and maybe we needed to start up a new reality show called Wife Swap Greek Style, even though we all thought the name sounded a bit pornographic. We were still tittering about it when Mary and I settled onto the huge bed in their room, cup of coffee and cake ready on a tray as the movie came on and Jen and Serge walked out into the warm afternoon air.
It was a particularly fine movie, and Mary was moved to tears by some of the events that transpired. It turned out that the director made movies that were as long as they were sad, and as the afternoon turned to evening, a cool breeze came across the water and we pulled the doona over us, her warm body pressed against me and her face buried in my shoulder when the tears had to fall.
The credits were rolling and Mary was snuggled against me, crying quietly when Serge and Jen came through the door. Serge laughed and asked if the marriage wasn’t going so well and did we want to talk about it, but Mary just snuffled and told him that she had just realised that she couldn’t be with me anymore because what sort of man would let her watch something so miserable?
I looked over at Jen and noticed that she was wearing Serge’s jacket. I told him how impressed I was to meet a gentleman as I thought they were a dying breed if not actually extinct, but Serge only laughed harder. “It’s because we are all so prone to pneumonia – we are always giving their clothes away to other people, especially damsels in distress”.
Jen looked back at us and took Serge’s arm. “Sweetheart, do you think we should be even more gallant and understanding and invite these lovebirds to dinner? I’m a bit hungry anyway and I’m concerned that if we leave them alone like this they will lose all will to live and just die of grief and heartbreak. It’s the only humane thing to do”.
“Yes, my love” said Serge “I agree with your wise perspicuity, and we really don’t want to leave them for the maid to clean up – it’s very hard on her back. How about we let them pull themselves together and meet in the downstairs restaurant in about 15?”
We maintained our crossed relationship during dinner and invented ever more outlandish stories about our faux partners as the evening went on and the Ouzo flowed. Serge told the story of how Jen had been a missionary amongst cannibals in Africa and had barely escaped with her life when she realised the horrible truth about the chief’s desire to ‘eat her’. Jen retaliated with stories of how Serge had been raised by wolves on the Tundra but was now relatively normal except for a disconcerting habit of tearing at food with his teeth and cocking his leg on lamp posts. I told of how Mary had been a life model for the Virgin Mary and if you looked closely, most of the statues in the churches around the place looked remarkably like her, which made her snort and wonder bahis siteleri how it was she could possibly still be with me after finding out that I was a sadistic cross dresser who ran a chain of organic brothels in Byron Bay.
Serge hugged Jen after one particularly ridiculous story about him and she leaned in and settled against his chest with a quick kiss on his neck. His arms enfolded her and he caressed her hair and tenderly kissed her temple and cheek. He smiled down at her and told us that’s why he loved her.
Mary smiled and kissed me cheekily on the mouth, once and then again more firmly. She turned to the others and said that she was lucky to have me and wouldn’t be without me. My arms slid around her and I caressed along her back, feeling the sweet fullness of her hips and rough clasp of her bra, and told her that I felt lucky too, as Mary was a particularly fine and beautiful woman. I kissed her forehead and eyes and then hovered just in front of her mouth, her breath warm on my lips, before gently touching my lips to hers. Her tongue touched my lips, just a flick to make my spine hum like a plucked guitar string, and then we moved together and kissed hard and sensuously.
We both looked at our respective partners together and they were watching us with rapt attention. I felt a moment of ‘Oh god, what have we done?’ but then I saw Serge’s hand underneath Jen’s shirt and the gentle movement of his hand on her breast as Jen leaned back and rubbed herself against him.
Mary and I frantically looked at each other which brought a snort of laughter from the other pair; a comical slapstick movement which broke the tension and got a wrinkled nose look from Mary, just before she leaned in and gave me another quick kiss.
“I think we should really go somewhere else before we discover what the inside of a Greek police cell looks like. The restaurant lights may be dim and the folks around here might be pretty cool, but let’s not push it, yeah?”.
Nobody was arguing, and we found ourselves in their room with a bottle of wine, but feeling awkward and uncertain. They told us that they had never done that sort of thing before and were feeling a bit timid. We admitted that neither had we, but maybe we could take the bottle of wine into the room’s hot tub and see how that felt?
We were all still stilted and awkward as we undressed and slipped into the tub, but the warm water and wine had us slowly relaxing and sinking into a sensuous and mellow mood. Mary had settled next to Serge, but I started massaging soap into her feet and legs and she was soon moaning softly and stretching out more of her legs to be rubbed.
I told her that I couldn’t wash her back while she was so far away and she pinned me with a knowing smile and then raised her eyebrows at Jen. The women exchanged a look and then swapped positions, both of us men setting to the task of pouring soapy water over our new partner’s back and rubbing the muscles beneath. Mary pulled her hair aside and leaned forward, making appreciative noises as my hands glided over her smooth warm skin and sighing as I poured the warm water over voluptuous curves. She leaned back to allow me access to her neck and shoulders and I kissed her soft neck and ears as the touch of her body pressing onto mine lit delicious shivering fires along my spine.
Jen leaned back onto Serge’s chest and his hands reached in front of her and ran along the soft skin of her thighs and waist. As she relaxed and eased back even further, his hands gradually eased around to her stomach and then slid up to her breasts, first cupping them and then circling her nipples before sliding back down to her thighs and stomach. He softly kissed her face and she closed her eyes and smiled as she moved her face against his mouth.
Mary watched them languorously, then slid her legs across onto mine and kissed me, her lips firm and her tongue darting into my mouth, sending tingles and sparks into my body that ran to ground in the head of my cock. Her eyes were smoky as they looked into mine, the connection and energy building between us as her body softened and melted towards me and I felt myself melting into her.
Jen and Serge looked towards us and the world fell away, the flowing water becoming the only sound in the room, and we knew we had crossed a line. The flame was lit and we were burning together, as inexorable and powerful as a meteor flaming across the sky.
With a sigh, bahis şirketleri Mary kissed my ear and my hands found her hair and slid into it, pulling her face towards mine as our lips met and we deeply tasted each other. My hand slid down her back onto her round arse and pulled her sweet body towards me. I buried my face in her hair and kissed her throat teasingly, and then my mouth gradually left her neck and kissed its way down her body until I found her softly swelling breasts. She turned and pressed against me as I kissed her breasts and then took her dark nipples in turn into my mouth, a feeling of wonder and melting softness overtaking my body as they hardened proudly against my lips.
I saw Jen straddling Serge out of the corner of my eye and we stopped to watch. She kissed him and then lifted up until she could rub her breasts over his face and push her nipples into his mouth. I could see him sucking firmly, and her nipple became long and hard as his tongue circled it and it slid in and out of his mouth.
His hands ran down her back and then cupped her beautiful arse, and the ends of his fingers disappeared between her legs as he squeezed and caressed her. Mary slid around and sat on my lap, her broad hips moving sinuously against me as my cock became so hard that it was starting to become painful, my hands reaching around to cup both breasts and pull gently on her hard nipples, her hair warm and soft against my face.
Her hips started to move back and forth, her generous lips open and wet against my straining cock, her life force flowing into me and drawing the core of my body into her secret centre. I moaned with the sparking, twisting pleasure that cascaded inside me and she sat up, pressing the head of my cock against her silken lips and working herself down, slowly, slowly until I was deep inside her luscious body. She sat still for a second, letting us both savour the feeling and then very slowly started to move, just rocking on my thighs and squeezing me inside her while I caressed her soft body to channel and guide the hot current that was flowing between the electric skin under my hands and the dark core that was holding and urging my pulsing cock.
Serge had slipped around behind Jen as she stood in the tub and leaned on the window sill, and he was sliding his tongue up between her long legs to her pussy, each lick of her velvet folds making her moan and shiver. Her pussy is beautiful and I could see that he was enjoying her as much as I do, his tongue getting more and more adamant and demanding – sliding along her pussy and opening her up until she was dripping and flushed pink.
As her knees started to shake, he stood up behind her, his hard cock looking huge against her slender body. The head pushed against her lips, and Mary and I both gasped as they stretched aside and his cock slid and slid and slid inside her until his short dark hair was brushing against her arse.
Mary moved more forcefully against me and I felt the slowly pulsing energy of all four of us begin to merge and deepen until I felt that we were tumbling and swimming inside one beautiful boundless ocean. Her body pushed hard against me, driving my cock so deep inside her while Jen’s moans were turning into screams as Serge’s cock head repeatedly appeared and then pushed her lips apart as he sank back into her.
Mary’s breasts thrashed back and forth as the nipples swelled and rubbed against my hands. I caught them between my fingers and pinched and pulled them until she was starting to gasp and sob, the heat radiating between us as I felt that I was sliding into the core of her being.
My body shuddered as wave upon wave of energy ripped through it and into her, returning multiplied as our passion burst free and snarled with Serge and Jen until it split the universe, my senses shut off to everything but the waves that carried us away, my cock pouring into her in a fiery river as she pulsed and gripped me hard.
Time seemed to stop and stretch as senses returned, and we all slowly slid into the warm water and curled up together, embracing and folding together as I softened and slipped out of Mary. Jen’s knees were trembling slightly and I ran my hand up and down her legs as I kissed first her and then Mary as Serge kissed Mary and then her. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, the primal warmth and animal comfort holding us as we held and gentled each other.
We all gathered that night on the room’s king sized bed and made love together meanderingly; no particular destination, just a gentle flow of voices and caresses gliding us through the night until the warm Greek sun found us in a tangle of arms and legs and slow smiles.
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