Sun, Sand And Sex on a Greek Beach: Chapter 2

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I stopped the rental car at the top of the hill overlooking the wide curve of the sandy beach on the west coast of Crete. Despite the fact that it was late September, the sand still shimmered in the late morning heat, and the lines of waves breaking in the blue water looked inviting. A few things had changed – there was now a new hotel block at the far end of the beach next to the taverna. But at this time of year, there would only be a few other people around, and I was looking forward to spending a few days relaxing on the beach and enjoying some leisurely walks around the headlands.I got back in the car and bumped down the dirt road onto the bluffs overlooking the beach. In all its length I could see only a few groups of people, mostly lying propped among their beach paraphernalia on the sand just back from the water’s edge. I got my towel, a couple of books and a bottle of water, and made my own way down, finding a spot a discrete distance away from the brown tanned body of a woman lying on her front apparently fast asleep.I stripped down to my shorts and ran towards the waves. The salty Mediterranean water was warm and buoyant, and the waves were large enough to make swimming out to sea fun. After some vigorous swimming, I floated relaxed on my back and let the waves slowly let me drift into the shore. The last one caught hold of me and tumbled me in towards the beach. I stood up and shook the water out of my eyes, then waded out through the shallows.The woman had sat up and was looking at me. She had a short blonde haircut and looked Norwegian. Even from a distance, her skin seemed to be tanned to a deep nut brown color. As I was walking back to my spot I gave her a friendly wave, and she called something in some Scandinavian language. I changed direction towards her so she could hear me better, and stopped a few yards away. She shielded her eyes with her hand and smiled up at me.I realized very quickly that she was completely naked. Her breasts were small but firm and pointed, and her erect nipples were brown berries. She was leaning back on one elbow as she looked up at me, her thighs wide open, making no attempt to hide her shaved nakedness. Her slim waist and belly and her smooth thighs were a wonderful deep brown color, but my eyes were inevitably drawn to the tight little slit between them.‘I’m sorry, I don’t really speak Norwegian,’ I said. ‘Can I help you?’She saw me gazing at her body and grinned back, answering in perfect English. ‘Oh, I wondered if you knew the time. And I just wanted to say hello. Why don’t you bring your things over here and we can talk?’ It didn’t take me long to do that, and I sat down beside where she was lying in the sand. She sat up and faced me, cross-legged.  ‘Would you like a peach?’ she asked. ‘They’re really good. I şehitkamil escort just got these from the orchard this morning.’While we ate the fruit she told me about herself. Her name was Bente, she was seeing Greece by herself, hitching around with the minimum of baggage. She indicated a small cloth bag, which, I realized, contained all she had with her. We chatted for a bit more, as the juice from her peach dripped down around her breasts onto her bare belly and into her crotch. She saw me looking and grinned, wiping the drops from her bare pussy with her fingers,  then, with an impish smile, holding them out for me to lick. She stared into my eyes as I took her fingers into my mouth.Then she suddenly got up on her knees facing me. ‘Look, no-one on these beaches wears clothes. Take off those shorts and let’s go for a swim!’  She sat back on her heels and looked up at me expectantly.I grinned back and stood facing her, untying the drawcord and letting my shorts fall to the ground. She looked up and down my naked body, letting her eyes rest thoughtfully on my half-erect cock, running her tongue lightly over her lips. She smiled up at me. ‘That’s much better,’ she murmured.I reached my hand down to hers and we ran into the waves, laughing as the spray broke over us. I waded into the deeper water, where we had to jump up as the waves came by to stop them breaking over our heads. We faced each other, holding each other around the waist as they rolled by. She was much shorter than me and had to cling tighter at the larger crests. Soon she had wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her as she leaned back,  her breasts heaving with laughter. We were so carried away that we did not see the big wave that picked us both up and tumbled us through the surf.We landed, breathless and laughing, in the shallower water and disentangled ourselves. My cock was fully erect from the rough contact with her body, and as she felt it pressed against her suddenly she became more serious, pulling me down to her in a long passionate kiss as she ran her hand along its length and felt its thickness. I slid my hand into her crotch and onto the hard button of her clitoris. She groaned and grasped me more firmly. ‘Come on,’ she said, ‘I want you to fuck me with this incredible cock. Let’s go get a room at the hotel up there.’Back on the beach, she took a thin cotton square from her pack, tying it low around her brown hips so as to leave a slit all the way up the outside of one thigh. I was later to find out that this was the only article of clothing she possessed. Her wet body made the thin material transparent where it clung to her. We hiked up the beach and the steep slope beyond to the car. She threw her bag in the back seat and smiled across at me as she sat back in the passenger seat.As we bumped along the narrow dirt road round to the hotel, she tilted the seat back and threw the wrap open, spreading her thighs apart and leading the fingers of my right hand in between her legs. ‘Feel how wet I am for you already,’ she whispered. She groaned as I gently parted her moist lips and rubbed my middle finger over her engorged clitoris. She pushed her crotch harder and harder against my hand as the car rocked around on the rutted road, running her hands over her breasts and massaging her reddened aureoles.She soon came to her first climax, crying out loud as she raised her crotch high into the air and then slammed her body back against the seat, my finger working hard against her clitoris as she was racked by wave upon wave of orgasm. By the time they had subsided, I had pulled the car into the shadow of the hotel. I leaned over and gently kissed her nipples. She lay back panting on the seat and smiled up at me, then took my hand, covered with her juices, and led it to my lips.I left her to recover and walked over to the taverna to arrange things with the hotel owner. It was very easy – there were few people staying at that time of year. The proprietor was a handsome middle-aged woman who was obviously not a local. She looked tanned and fit, wearing tight white shorts and a skimpy bikini top which did little to cover her large firm breasts. She glanced out at Bente, standing by the car, and, with a knowing smile,  gestured me in behind the door out of sight. She got a key from the drawer but then held it up away from me, teasing me to get close to her.As soon as I did she pulled me to her and slid her hand down my shorts to feel my erection.  ‘You can have the room for free,’ she murmured, ‘but you’ll have to give me a taste of what that girl’s going to get first.’ I kneeled in front of her and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down over her thighs to reveal the dark bush of her cunt. She quickly stepped out of them and straddled my face so that I could reach her clitoris with my tongue. She tasted of unsatisfied sexual desire, and I quickly brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She moaned out loud as she rubbed her wet pussy over my face, prolonging her ecstasy, but finally, let me go. ‘Come back soon, when she’s asleep,’ she whispered as she handed me the key.When I got back to the car Bente was standing leaning back against it, her clothes and wet hair back into some semblance of order. She looked at me curiously but drew me to her, opening her thighs and pulling me into her crotch. She kissed me and slid her hand down inside my shorts, stroking my growing erection and whispering in my ear, ‘God I’m so horny for you.’I grabbed her by the waist and threw her, giggling and kicking, over my shoulder, and carried her up the winding stair, putting her down, breathless and flushed, by the door. She drew her to me again, guiding my fingers down between her legs. ‘I can’t wait to have your come inside me,’ she murmured.The key turned and I let her in, sensing the odor of her still damp sex as she moved past me. The room was cool and simple in the Greek manner, with a single wooden bed with crisp white sheets. By the door was a toilet and shower, and at the far end sliding windows led out onto a balcony looking out to sea and screened from either side so it was quite private. Bente explored it all quite quickly, then threw her bag on the ground and stood with her back against the white wall, looking up at me expectantly.Once again her nipples were erect, raised towards me on her upturned breasts. I stood in front of her and lightly ran my fingers over them, then took her hands and raised them above her as though she were bound at the wrists. She stayed like that, leaning back against the wall with her arms over her head and her breasts upraised, as I took each of them in my hands and into my mouth, rolling the hard salty pebbles of her nipples around on my tongue.I moved my lips down over her smooth flat belly, then, kneeling before her, unfastened the knot that held the cotton wrap around her hips and let it fall to the floor. I sat back on my heels and let my gaze run over her wonderful naked body. Although she must have been around twenty, her body was that of a teenager; lean, hard, and ready for penetration.Her smooth skin was tanned to a uniform deep brown with no lines or imperfections. A few grains of sand still clung to the damp patches on her inner thighs, with a wider gap between them than I have ever seen on any woman. Her outer labia were smooth and shaven, exposing the narrow slit of her tight pussy. I leaned over and kissed it gently, inhaling the odors of her cunt and letting my tongue reach forward between her inner lips to touch her swollen clitoris.She groaned, but then laughed and pulled me to my feet. ‘First I undress you,’ she said, beginning to unfasten the buttons of my shirt. Soon she had slid it off my shoulders and was following down the center of my chest with her lips. Kneeling in front of me, she stopped and looked down at where my penis was bursting to be released from my shorts.She smiled up at me and then pulled the elastic out and down so that it came free, the shorts dropping to the floor. Under her gaze it grew to its full length, rigidly erect in front of her face. She held it in both hands, her slim fingers wrapped around its swollen thickness, and pushed the foreskin all the way back so that the engorged red glans was exposed. She licked her lips and slowly ran her tongue around its sensitive rim, at the same time reaching back and caressing my balls. She smiled up at me. ‘Let’s save that for later. Right now I want this big cock up inside me.’

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