Story time with Xe

[Polo38]

Story….I hope it is your cup of tea, if not I apologies I could hear the ship’s horn in the distance, the blackand yellow cab I was riding in was moving in and around the heavytraffic. My right leg was constantly tapping the floor of the cab, most certainly annoying Juan my cabbie. I knew he was rushing, and doing the best he could but it not fast enough for me…not by along shot!. I needed to get on that ship, and nothingwas going to keep it, between me and a long overduevacation, and more importantly a chance to release myselffrom the haunting ghost of a relationship that expiredwithout my knowing it had died. Finally, I not only hadheard the horn but as we drove in closer I could makeout the outline of the ship, although huge in status,my wish was to find someplace on that ship where Icould find solitude to relax and think about my ex andwhere we went wrong. Indeed had we gone wrong?Having paid the Juan, I grabbed my bags and made wayto the gate;, it amazes me how many people can fit on aship this large, being a city unto it’s self. I feltbetter about arriving late when I noticed at leasttwenty couples and singles in front of me who had, asof yet, not checked in. One by one they checked inand moved right along to the boarding plank andeveryone one of them turned around half-way across the plank to wave at some obscure person in thecrowd, even if they didn’t know anyone, which was mostof them. Apparently thanks to the success of the TVprogram “Love Boat”, it became a ritual, sad really, butfun to look at, - then again if it wasn’t for that,I –would not have - seen her. She was part of a threesome, twowomen and a man, but I couldn’t tell from either herbody language or her tugging on the gentleman's sleevewhether she was with him, with her, or just a friend.But what I saw was a striking blond, with a beautifultan that only paled in comparison to her facialbeauty. With a glowing smile she turned around andwaved at everyone. She was enjoying herself and I inturn was enjoying myself watching her. Then as sheturned in my direction our eyes met each other,normally upon making eye contact with someone Iusually look and within a spilt second I look eitherdown or in another direction, that’s my nature ofcourse, most of us do that -, but not this time,not with her nor her with I. We just kept staring ateach other as if we had known one another from adistant- past, but sadly we had not, which made thisconnection mysterious and erotic. I was going to makeit my job on this trip to get to know her. We smiledand then just like that, it was over. “Ticket please.”

[Polo38]

“Huh”, I responded suddenly, as I was being shocked
back into reality. I handed the guy my ticket and then
immediately looked back up to see her again, but it
was too late; she and the others had disappeared -into
the -throng of the passengers on the ship. Never had
I been drawn to someone with such an instantaneous bond
of attraction., What did she have over me, or maybe
more aptly put, what did we have over each other. Like
looking into the sun for too long, my retinas were
burned with her image;, realizing I may not find her
again I also knew I had two weeks with a finite number
of people to look for her, and look for her I would,
regardless of the consequences. At this point I didn’t
know her name, whether she was married or engaged or
single, I didn’t her age, but I knew I wanted her to
know me and I her.
I left the ticket counter and proceeded up the ramp
-deciding to release myself of social constraints,
and have some fun, I turned and waved at everyone. “In
for a penny, in for a pound”, that was going to me my
motto for this trip.
I was shown my room, a little smaller then most hotel
rooms I’ve stayed in the past, but big enough to
endure a two week cruise to the Greek Isles and back.
Certainly big enough to enjoy it with a potential
special someone. Once I had completed the menial task
of -putting away my clothes and -toiletries, I had
decided to take a shower and get dressed for dinner,
who knows I might even see her at dinner, and I wanted
to look my best, after all we might even end up at the
same table; probable wishful thinking on my part. After
the sweltering sticky cab ride to the ship, the hot water
felt so good on my body, I was –simply accomplishing - a
cleansing process, but I was also very aware of my
sudden horniness, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I
could feel my penis growing, with the expectation of
knowing her even further, with a raging hard-on that
I needed to do something about, cold shower or happy
ending, thinking of her I chose the latter, and I
started to stroke myself slowly at first then quickly
exploding with the sheer thought of -her and I making
unbelievable love on the high seas.
Once dressed, I headed to the dinning room, I
immediately scanned the room for her, but with 4
dining rooms on this ship my expectations so fostered
a saddened reality when I saw so many people coming and
going. I hadn’t really thought I would see her, but I
figured it was worth a try. I had decided on a light
buffet, it was getting late and I wanted to turn in
early. I grabbed a plate and headed to the salad
buffet. As I reached for the tongs to gain access to
the tomatoes my hand brushed against a woman's hand.,
Without even thinking I looked across to the other side
of the buffet and apologized for the -accidental touch, and
then I smiled, it was her, call it Kismet, call it
Faith, the important thing was that it was she. Her
beautiful eyes immediately looked up as if to say
don’t worry, but when our eyes met we immediately knew
that this was no ordinary accident. Her eyes started
to scan me while I scanned her. She was wearing a low
cut dress without a bra and she was intentionally
toying with my eyes by jiggling those easily c-cup
breasts in front of me.

[Polo38]

And then I spoke “ I’m sorry for my forwardness in
reaching for the tomatoes, I just happen to like plump
juicy tomatoes in my salad” as I smiled with a grin.
“Oh really”, with an equally grinning smile,
“personally I prefer a crunchy cucumber in my…salad.”
“That may be true” I said ” but in order to make it
crunchy you need to put it on ice, otherwise it begins
to wilt under these strong lights”
“I’m not familiar with that hint from Heloise, but I
have had some success in bringing back wilted cucumbers to
a once rigid state”
“Wow, you must as a green thumb?”
And with a chuckle she said. “Oh, thumb definitely…as
well as other aspects”
I felt like our sexual flirtatious battering could go
on forever, but I could see we were holding up the
line.
And then I asked the question.
“I think we’re holding up the line, I suggest we
move along. Would you like to join me for dinner"?
“Sounds interesting, unfortunately I am otherwise tied
up” I glanced over her shoulder and saw the same man
and woman who were with her on the plank earlier in
the day, but I also sensed that she wanted to be with
me as well. I should have found a way to join them at
the table;, at least I would have understood better
where she stood, but I chose instead to back off.
With a weak smile I said, “No problem perhaps another
time.”
“Perhaps sooner then that, how about drinks tonight in
about 2 hours at the bar on the Aloha deck"? And as
she said it she gave me that naughty look of women who out
to have fun.
I was psyched (try "quite excited", just a suggestion). “Works for me, by the way, if we’re
going have drinks I should introduce myself, I’m
Jonathon”. My smile promptly returned to my face.
“Bry, like free with a B,see you then”, she smiled seductively, and with that walked back to her
table.
As she walked away I stared at her outfit, a designer,
low cut royal blue dress that fell down to mid thigh,
exposing very nice taut legs. She definitely had
the body to fit the dress nicely, I also felt that she knew
I was staring at her because of the way she walked away; it
was just so sensual. No one walks like that in real
life, I thought. I could immediately feel my dick
getting hard. The discomfort of not quite fitting in my slacks, as inconspicuous as necessary for social appropriateness, caused me to be very conscious of my movements.
I sat down at a table of singles and made small talk
with several of them, but I positioned my seat so that
my direct line of vision was always on her, on Bry. From time
to time I would look up and notice she was staring at
me, as well. I would be half listening to my neighbor
next to me but in truth my mind was preoccupied by this woman across the room,
and the curiosity of the relationship she had with this couple, this
man and woman.

[Polo38]

It’s funny when ever you want time to go by faster it
Does not, and this particular case was no exception. At
10:15 P.M. I decided to leave, early, and head down to the
bar in order to scope out a couple of great seats. As it turned out, the crowd was mildly heavy so I was glad
to have gotten there early. I was able to find a booth
in the back of the room, that would provide us with
some privacy (after all this is a bar) it also
provided me with a vantage point from where I could
see all of the new customers coming in. I was able to
flag down the waitress, as she walked by my table; I
ordered a gin and tonic, then sat down and waited. I would
take a sip, look up at the doorway and then look at my
watch. Twenty minutes crawled by, when I realized that I had
finished my first drink. I hailed the waitress,
ordered another drink and then returned to my routine, doorway, watch, sip.
On second sip she walked in, still wearing the same
beautiful dress I saw her earlier in. It didn’t take long for
the bar stool vultures to start eyeing her and
circling her as potential live prey. I immediately
stood up walked over and grabbed her hand. I could
sense she was both pleased that I took control of the
situation but also put off by my forwardness.
“ Excuse me” I smiled, “ but I didn’t want you to
become another victim of a senseless attack of
barflies. They happen to be in season this time of
year, and unfortunately you’re wearing something that
attracts them.”
She turned to me with a rather curious shocked look.
“Really, and that would be?”
“A pair of legs, breasts and a pulse”.
“I see…and what about you’? Grinning with a cute smile
“ Doesn’t it take one to know one?”
“Your right, sadly, I’m a recovering barfly, I’m
currently in a 12-step program which requires me to
apologize to every stool on which I sat, which would bethat stool over there
to the right, Number 56”.
“We shed a tear together, just before you came in…but
I would rather not talk about it, if you don't mind, it’s still painful”.
I could tell she was more at ease, and even squeezed
out a chuckle at my poor attempt to make her
comfortable. We sat down at the table, across from
each other, and I hailed the waitress and ordered Bry
her drink.
“I’m glad you could make it, I was concerned that you
might have had second thoughts”.
“Well to be honest, I wouldn’t normally ever meet
someone in this fashion. That said I can’t put my
finger on it, but when our eyes met while boarding the
ship, I sensed that we had kinship without ever having
met, does that sound bizarre"?
“Well, bizarre if you believe I had the same feelings”!
I couldn’t believe my luck, inside I was a little boy
doing summersaults.

[Polo38]

For close to 2 hours we talked about everything, where
we grew up, what we did for a living, and why we came
on this cruise with a destination to the Greek Isles. We
found many similarities in our stories, but nothing
that would cause us to feel the way we did about each
other. Bry talked about her reason for taking this
trip but never mentioning the man and woman in her
party. So being curious, I decided to ask. “ I notice
you with that man and woman are they friends of
yours?”
She hesitated. “Let’s just say they are….. very close
friends, for now I would like to leave it that, if
this is acceptable to you?
“No problem, I’m cool with that”. Not wanting to push
her away I agreed and dropped any more mention of it.
I wasn’t looking to get lucky with them anyway.
“Besides I don’t need to know them, only you”.
She smiled, and reached over the table and touched my
hand and left it there for several minutes.
“Well it’s getting late; I need to get some sleep.”
And as she rose, she bent over across the table
allowing me to view, her beautiful cleavage. At this
point I had two choices, and which choice would determine the outcome if we would have another date. I could keep
staring into her eyes, making sure not to have my eyes
wander downward or I could have a nice look at her
breasts, something that most guys in the room would
have taken advantage of. However I chose to look
directly into her eyes, as I kissed her hand.
‘Good choice, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that
she kissed my cheek and left.
“Wait, where will you be?” Not wanting to sound too
forward.
“I am not sure why….why don’t you , give me your room
number”?
“453, 2nd level”.
“Very well, I’ll contact you tomorrow. Sleep well,
Jonathon.”
I was dazed and confused…did we make a date for
tomorrow or not? I walked back to my room still
puzzled by her, yet at the same time, bedazzled.

The next day I walked around the various decks with
hopes of seeing her, but to no avail, she would have to
find me if she was interested. I decided to hit the
gym. I was in my second set of leg squats when I
looked up to see her looking down on me and touching
my right leg with her hand. “I can feel you're hard.”
Smiling I answered, "If you think my leg is hard then, I can show you
something else that even harder at this moment.”
“I bet…would like to work out together?” she released
her hand from my leg and touched my arm.
I was only too happy to take advantage of the
opportunity to watch her beautiful body. “Are you sure
you can keep up with me?”
Grinning she said, “That Jonathon, will not be a
problem, I’m only concerned that my workout will exhaust
you”!
“We’ll see, Bry”.

[Polo38]

Our workout became more of an erotic sexual bantering,
trying to select those pieces of equipment that
suggested positions of love making or those that
allowed us close proximity to each other. We were both
loving it. We continued to talk between sets, but
always small talk and nothing specific to our current
position with a significant other. I choose not to ask
her anything further about the other couple and
remained fixated on her. She was not only easy on the
eye to look at but, amusing and quick witted. When
our workout was finished, our bodies might have been
exhausted from the workout but we were both so horny,
I asked her if she would be interested in showering up
at my room, she just smiled, “Cabin showers are kind of
small, I’ll have to take a rain check.”
“Well then maybe we can meet later, for drinks or
dinner?”
“Would like to but, I may not be able to get away.”
“Ok, no problem, I’ll catch up with you later”.
As she walked away I was repeating in my head what she
had said, and wondered what she meant, she wasn’t
wearing a wedding ring and yet something didn’t sound
right. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get her out of my
mind. Wedding ring or not, I wanted her, and honestly
I believed she wanted me.
On the way back I stopped for a juice drink, and then
entered my cabin for a quick shower. The water felt
refreshing but all I could think about was her, and
how much she was still a mystery to me. Bry seemed an
enigma and a dream all wrapped up in a beautiful
creature. I grabbed my towel and returned into my
bedroom, Bry was right, these bathrooms are
definitely are not lover friendly.
“So you’re the kind of guy who takes long showers,
huh,?
“I guess you take the rinse and repeat seriously”.
I was beaming with delight, there lying under my
sheets was the very naked body of a beautiful woman,
sitting up exposing her breast to me, suddenly I
realized that all parts of me were delighted at this
vision. I wanted to touch her just to make sure she
wasn’t my willful imagination.
“I would love to know how you got in here, but frankly
I could give a shit right now”.
We both smiled, I walked over and sat next to her in
bed and for the first time kissed her, her lips were
soft and moist, and her tongue tasted of peppermint.
She moved over allowing me the ability to lie next to
her, our naked bodies touching each other for the
first time as well. As we continued to passionately
kiss I could feel her heart pulsing, I could feel her
nipple getting hard and wanting to be touched, to be
sucked. As we kissed, my right hand gently caressed her
cheek, and ear lobe, she rested her hand on my right
arm as if to say, please don’t stop. I slowly left
her lips, though wanting more of them, I proceeded to
kiss her neck and soft shoulders. She must have quickly
taken a shower before coming to see me, the light
fragrance of grapefruit orange body lotion was still
fresh and sweet tasting to my lips and tongue, I was
about to dine on the epicurean delight of "Bry in
the buff”, what started as a pleasure to the eyes had
in reality become a feast for my tongue and lips. By
the time my lips had made it down to her clitoris I
was in sheer heaven, here laid before me a women who
took great pleasure in allowing a man to pleasure her,
a women who knew her body and was able to communicate
what she enjoyed and wanted from a man. I longed to
please her and in return she allowed me to take
control, unconditional; I could think of no greater
compliment for a real man. In order for unconditional
pleasure to occur there needs to be a trust created
between two lovers; in some relationships this trust
exists from the start, both lovers instantly know how to and
communicate openly with one another allowing them the
opportunity to explore their passion together, and
then there are some relationships that can go on for
years and never create a trust nor bond. Those relationships are the
ones, which cause me sadness. As for Bry and I, we were
instinctually aware of not only our own sexuality but
that of each other, that we could easily bring on
sexual euphoria, without losing our identity or
integrity.

[Polo38]

Slowly I licked her clitoris with a very gentle
swirls, I wanted to make my presence known without
causing discomfort, I placed one finger first and then
a second one inside her as I continued to lick and
slide my tongue around her vulva. I created a hook
with my index finger so I could feel around for her
G-spot, finding it I caressed it smoothly, applying a
gentle pressure. I could see from the expression on
her face that she was in a blissful moment of enjoyment,
although she had not cum yet I knew I was in the right
place, and the heat from my breath on her vulva was
only adding to her wetness. I began to move faster but
not too fast, applying more pressure and allowing her
moaning as guidance and a clear indication that she was about to
cum
“Let it out baby”.
“Enjoy the moment”.
“Scream for me Bry”.
I could tell that I was giving her carte blanche to
not only physically enjoy the moment but vocally and
emotionally, as well. Her moaning became louder she was
finally expressing out loud what she had felt inside
and she wanted the world to know it, or at the very
least the right side of the Promenade Deck. I was in
my personal glory listening to my lover enjoy herself, and that
I could be there to share it with her. After she came
I had the unexpected taste of some of the best sweet
nectar ever produced by a women, I couldn’t get
enough of her, even after she wanted me to stop in
order to catch her breath I was ready to go down on
her again. That afternoon I gave her oral and manual
pleasure four times, and each subsequent session brought stronger
and more intense pleasure than the previous one. After the first, particular session she reciprocated her feelings by
wanting to devour me, or at the very least my penis,
and devour she did. Without mincing words she ravished
my body by sucking on my thick and permanently hard
penis. I couldn’t have stopped her if I had wanted to, she
wanted me to cum in her mouth and she was determined
to make it happen. I suddenly felt an incredible heat
rising from the stem of my penis, she had decided to
take it all in. Her hot heated sexy breath was
firing up my balls. Her left hand was rubbing my
nipples and pinching them, while with her right hand she was
massaging the out side of my anus, I was entering a
level of ecstasy reserved for the very few and very
lucky. My feet began to tingle with a numbness as if
blood was being sucked from them and redirected to my
penis. I found myself moaning and trying to catch my
breath between them. If men did have a G-spot she
definitely found it. I could feel my penis getting
thicker.
“Baby, I’m ab…out..to…cum.”
And with those few chosen words I did. Honestly I’m
not sure how much came out, but I could see from her
lips that she had taken it all in, less the few drops
of semen that lingered on the left side of her check
and lips, which she wiped off and spread on her
tits. She came back up to me and we cuddled into each
other arms and returned to kissing, both of us tasting
each others nectar, and together creating a taste for
the heavens. Neither one of us spoke a word for what
seemed minutes, we were both content to just lie
there, caressing each others bodies and kissing. That
afternoon we, spent the next five hours making love,
ordering room service and napping in each others arms.
Around 6:30pm she awakened from our nap and
hastily dressed. I was just waking up when I
noticed her tucking a beautiful foot and adjusting the strap into a sexy black sandal.

[Polo38]

“Where are you going baby, I thought that perhaps you
could spend the night”?
I think she was hoping not to wake me. “I’m sorry
sweetie, I need to get back, I have other pre-existing
arrangements”.
I was trying to hold back my confusion but it overcame me and perhaps not the best of me.
“Bry, is everything Ok, had I done something wrong?”
“No, not at all, you’re a beautiful lover, and I would
love to stay with you, but I have other obligations. I
promise that we will spend some more time together”.
“Ok”. Still confused I asked, “Can I see you tomorrow?”
“Probably not tomorrow, let’s plan on meeting on the
island of Skiathas, the day after tomorrow we can
spend the entire day there. “Does that work for you
baby?”
What was I going to say? At this point I was hooked,
although I never considered myself cuckold, she had me
under her spell.
“Ok, we’ll meet on the island. Let’s plan on having a
picnic on one of the beaches.”
“Perfect idea.” And with that she kissed me and left.
The following day I didn’t see her, although there was
a card lying on the floor as I entered my cabin that
evening. I read it.

My Sweet Jonathon,

I just wanted to thank you for sharing yourself with
me. You are as amazing as you are caring
Although we’ve only known each other for a couple days
I feel as if we’ve known each other for years, maybe
even life times.
Please don’t be mad at me, I realize that you are
still not aware of my situation.
But you must believe that I would rather be in your
arms tonight than to be elsewhere
I can not wait until tomorrow when we can share the
day together.

Love
Bry
xoxox

The note touched my heart. Interestingly, I felt the
first promise for a future together, and that allowed
me to sleep with content, knowing or more aptly put,
hoping that somewhere on this ship she was lying in
bed thinking of me, as I was of her. I closed my eyes
and slept like a baby, content in believing that someone
cared for me..


The ship landed on the dock of the island of Skiathas;
one of the many islands surrounding Greece, it’s known
for it’s beautiful beaches and magnificent sunrises.
As we departed the ship, she and I headed to the local
outdoor markets, always observant of not openly
touching each other as to not arouse suspicion. We
decided that each of us would select and purchase key
items from the marketplace and then scramble for the
beach. Giving each other a long glance, we smiled and
went on to the business of purchasing our items. I was
able to quickly discover the wine shop and purchased 3
bottles of wine, some mild cheese and fresh bread. As
it turned out Bry was able to purchase a big
blanket, some fruit, fresh butter, fresh mint and a
couple bottles of water. Without further ado we
ditched the party and ran for the beach, I was able to
grab a basket to carry everything in and we decided to
walk further along the beach. A mile or so down the
beach we discovered the most amazing scenery, the sand
beneath our feet was snowy white and the rock
formation in front of us had created a tunneling
effect allowing visitors to walk from one side of the
beach to the other. As we glanced back we could see in
the distance our ship, still anchored to the local pier
. We assumed we could always get back to the pier just
by walking along the beach. We both smiled at each
other, and for the first time we could openly hold
hands in public. it felt nice to walk along the beach
holding hands. We proceeded to walk through the tunnel,
and as we did we could feel a sudden chill, as
the rocks blocked the mid day suns’ ray, and then just
as quickly we were again immersed in the warmth of the
Greek sun, but what was most interesting was that the
people lying on this side of the beach were totally
nude, while the side we had just left were either fully
clothed or topless.
“Well….when in Rome…or Greece as the case may be”
She smiled and started to disrobe, as did I.
We grabbed our blanket and laid it out and sat down. A
Couple of people looked at us, but for the most part
everyone kept to themselves. In fact a couple of them
were making love in the open. Nobody pretty much
cared.
I started to rub sunscreen all over Bry's body
beginning with her feet and moving up, I think I was
enjoying this as much as she was. I was patiently,
massaging and rubbing every aspect of her body both
front and back…taking my time to rub and stroke her
breasts for a long time.
“I think you’ve covered them well with lotion, my
dear’.
“Skin cancer is nothing to take lightly, I want to
make sure your well covered…doctor’s orders”.
“I see and what do you expect to do with that tool
doctor”? she asked, pointing to my swollen penis, “Is that a
thermometer, going to take my temperature?”
“Well it all depends, certain parts of the body give
the most accurate reading, depending on where you
place it, you can be a couple degrees off”.
“Oh is that right?” she gazed up and started to stroke
it gently, “I think we need to find a private spot for
our exam”,
she continued. “Suddenly I feel a little flush, and I
believe that I will need your tool to take care of
that”.

[Polo38]

With that we left the blanket and food and went into
the forrest behind us, it didn’t take us to long to
find a secluded spot, nor was it difficult to figure
out that others had the same idea because we could
hear moaning in the bushes next to us. In some respect
this really turned us on…the idea of having sex while
listening to others doing the same, which just added to our horniness.
We found ourselves pressing our bodies close together.
Both of us could distinctly, smell the combinations of
the coconut sunscreen, sand and ocean, it was so
erotic that I knew it wouldn’t be long until we both
came. I found myself going down on Bry, kissing and
caressing her body and breasts, as I worked my lips down
to her juicy and awaiting pussy. I immediately started
to lick her clitoris, with her standing there, and me
on my knees, my face buried in her, I was licking and
sucking it to the high heavens. I could hear her
moaning and feel her moving her body continuously to thrust
herself deeper into my mouth, I took my hands and
grabbed her ass, assisting her to impale my tongue
into her juices as I sucked on her clitoris. Her
moaning was getting so loud that we were attracting an
audience. Couples and single men were starting to stand
around us watching her caress her own breasts, although
I couldn’t see the others, I could hear them, not familiar
with the Greek language I could only guess what they
were saying. Bry, on the other hand, could see them,
and though she was at first taken back she found
herself getting wetter, being the recipient of that
wetness, I was truly enjoying this. Her moaning was
getting louder, and she began to rub and pinch her
breasts. The men around her started to stroke their own
penis, while keeping an eye on Bry. This only made
her hornier, and I could feel her first orgasm,
as she trembled with the excitement of being viewed and the
freedom to let loose her hidden desires.
Without missing a beat, Bry reached down and started
to kiss me, with not only passion but with lust as
well, with both of us on our knees, our tongues were
intertwined with delight. Some of our audience decided
to leave and create either their own show or continue
to watch someone else, but some stayed, mostly men to
watch and see if Act II would be as hot. After a while
we didn’t even see them. Bry, decided our show had
just begun and she decided to something about it, she
started to stroke my cock slowly with her hands, then
proceeded to gently push my body to the ground and
moved her mouth to the tip of my penis, slowly
circling it with her tongue where she could taste the sweat,
the heat and natural body oils, I gave off. Next
she engulfed my entire cock in her mouth and she was
obviously determined to erupt this volcano she helped create. I
could feel my penis building with excitement; she was
in full control, she chose not to let me cum in her
mouth, she had decided that she wanted to feel me
inside her. Bry crawled on top of me and impaled
herself on my penis. Instantly I could feel her
wetness and the tightness around my penis. It felt so
nice to be inside her, so natural, so real, I didn’t
want the feeling to end. I decided I would remain rigid and allow
her to rock back and forth, and rock she did, she
motioned her body to move back and forth slowly,
allowing my penis to firmly massage her clitoris and
g-spot giving her an intense rush. The men around us
were getting a rush of their own, those who has just
blown their load previously were again ready to charge
ahead with another hard-on, I could tell looking up at
Bry she was enjoying her view, with the pleasure of
watching men looking at her and stroking their penis.
Unaware to both of us, a young Greek man, got closer
to Bry and started to reach down and massage her
right breast. Alarmed at first, Bry felt a heightened
erotic sensation of pleasure, having this stranger
caress her breast while impaled on top of her lover.
Never had she thought she would have found herself in
this situation but now she didn’t want to give it up.
She was suddenly having multi-orgasms; she could feel
them coming on one after another, and I was doing my
best to remain rigid for her. I could see the pleasure
on her face and I wanted her experience to be
enjoyable and memorable. The young man continued to
massage her, giving nice and firm squeezes, with an
occasional pinching of her nipples. In response,
Bry took his penis and started to stroke it. I could
feel my erection coming to an end, I was about to
explode inside her. “Baby, I’m about to cum”, and with
that I experienced an intense orgasm, even more
powerful than our afternoon love making on the ship.
It was fortuitous for us that the young man also
erupted all over her breast. Bry took his penis and
spread the remaining of his semen all over her
nipples. Then she released his penis and fell on top
of me. As he walked away, smiling (I’m guessing),
Bry and I just stared into each others eyes, and
returned to kissing. I could feel the guy's semen as
she pressed her breast against my chest, but I didn’t
care, I was in heaven at that moment. I knew that this
was the woman I wanted to be with, and any pleasure I
could bring to make her happy I would do it. Our
intense lovemaking session led to our exhaustion and
we soon found ourselves napping, her on top of me, and
my arms around her body protecting her.
When we woke, we could feel the temperature had become
Cooler, which lead us to believe that we had slept for
at least a couple of hours, our bodies wanted to continue to
cling to each other for both heat and tenderness, but
we were both quite hungry, so we chose to get up, clean each other in
the ocean and return to our blanket for warmth and
nourishment. The ocean was indeed cold but in some ways
it was refreshing against our naked bodies, just as
quickly as we entered the waters, we bathed and left
it, returning to our blanket. As we sat down to eat,
we noticed that the beach was practically empty of
the sun worshipers and love makers. Finally we had the
beach to ourselves. We discovered that this solitude
was exactly what we wanted. I picked up some discarded
branches and leaves and started a fire to help keep us
warm. As we continued to look out onto the Aegean Sea,
I reached over and wrapped my arm around her and in
turn she rested her head on my shoulder. Eventually
the mixture of the sea air, the taste of fresh cheese
and bread, and the warmth from the fire, made us
sleepy again. But we were suddenly awakened by a far away
familiar sound. In the distance we could hear the
ship’s horn.
“Last call for the day I guess, we won’t be able to
get back to the ship until morning, stranded on
Skiathas for the night”.
She didn’t say a word, nor did she have to; she had
made her choice, at least for tonight.
We both knew what that horn meant, and we also knew
we didn’t want to leave. So we looked out onto the
sunset and realized that we were going to spend the
night on the beach, with the luke-warm climate
surrounding our naked bodies at night, next to a
roaring fire, and the stars above as our audience to
an unbelievable night of continued lovemaking.
As I continued to stare out on the waters I slowly turned my head toward her, without uttering a single word I looked into her eyes, and kissed her. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but we would
have tonight and sometimes…even one night can be an eternity.


the end for now...sorry for the length...

[Penny]

wow

[sweetgapeach]

wow


I read it too , He did a Great job !!

[Zpanther]

Very good X!

[Polo38]

thank you..working on my next story..any suggestions

[Aubree]

thank you..working on my next story..any suggestions
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[Polo38]

good one...can do