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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So. Some of you may have read my previous thread on here (First time sharing). I have started this as a new thread, as while it continues the story from that thread, it's a bit different.. Shall we call it a one-off special?
We've moved on a couple of years from our first experience with Frank, and we had continued to see him regularly, as well as a few other things which I'll get round to sharing on the other thread in due course.
It was some time in the mid 2000s, and we had booked a week on a Greek Island. We'd both been working hard all year, so it was to be a much needed break, and we were both looking forward to it immensely. While we hadn't gone as far as planning any 'extra-curricular' fun.. We had discussed the possibility of a Holiday threesome.. Though we hadn't really a clue as to how you go about picking up somebody.... I suppose we just thought it was a nice fantasy.
The day finally arrived, and we flew to the provincial airport, before catching a ferry to the island, and then a bus across to the resort. It was a small Island, and more family oriented than places like Crete, or Kavos, but this suited us just fine. We wanted a quiet, relaxed break.. And as the bus wound its way through the hills..I felt myself relaxing.. The stresses and strains of work were far away. I glanced around the bus, and saw that it was couples and families.. I idly speculated if there were any candidates for some fun.. But it seemed not. The couples were mostly retirees, and upon reflection.. As we would all likely be on the same bus, ferry, and flight back to the UK, it would possibly be awkward to share a night of passion with a fellow Holidaymaker.. But never mind. We were going to have a great time, and really, anything else would just be a bonus.
We were staying in a small complex of Villas just a short walk from the beautiful golden beach. We dumped our bags, changed into our swimwear (C was wearing a lovely blue and orange striped bikini, that accentuated her full breasts) and made our way down to the beach. It was a mile or so of golden sand.. with beautiful clear blue sea, and various bars, and restaurants doted along the edge.. Plenty of choice, and as it was so long.. There was no danger of feeling crowded. We spent many long and relaxed days sunning ourselves, swimming.. and drinking Ouzo on the seafront.
Of course, we had also been having a lot of fantastic sex during our stay.. With the doors to the balcony open.. the breeze gently playing on the sheer curtains.. our naked and tanned bodies entwined on the double bed.. no need for covers in the 35* heat. One evening.. as we lay in each other's arms.. We discussed whether or not we might be able to find somebody to join us before we left.. We hadn't seen anybody suitable while on the beach.. and it wasn't the type of place that had nightclubs.. so picking up a guy would be slightly more challenging. We decided not to worry about it. If something happened, then it happened. If not, we were having amazing sex anyway. Though as I slid my cock into her as she lay on the bed, her legs wrapped around me, I couldn't help but feeling that it was a shame.. Somebody would surely love to experience this sexy young woman..
One day, towards the end of our break, we decided to walk the length of the beach, and visit the old town.. grab some presents and cards for family and friends, before coming back and changing for dinner. We had a lovely time exploring the winding lanes, with the whitewashed buildings, churches, and even a monastery on the hill. It had been a lovely day, but as we made our way back across the beach, the sky darkened, and it was clear that we were in for a a soaking! Suddenly the most torrential rain began to plummet from the sky.. The sort of short, sharp, but very heavy rain shower that you get in that part of the world.. At first we ran.. thinking of making our way along the beach.. But we realised we would be soaked to the skin before we were a quarter of the way around the bay.. So we quickly looked for shelter.. Luckily, nestled among the rocks, and sand dunes just 30m or so up the beach, there was a small bar.. So we made our way there.
It was the sort of partly whitewashed brick, partly wooden structure that you get across the Mediterranean
, with a small outdoor seated area, with a sort of raffia roof. We dashed under the cover.. And found that there was a small bar area.. C was wiping her face.. We were already soaked! "Shall we have a drink while we're here? " I said.. Though, there didn't seem to be anybody working behind the bar.. I waited for a while.. Feeling a bit silly as I stood with a damp 10 euro note in my hand.. the water dripping from my soaked shorts onto the wooden floor. then I spied a little bell (the sort you get on reception desks in small hotels), so I gave it a quick 'ding', and before too long a man emerged from the room behind..
"What can I get for you?" he asked, in excellent English..
"Thank you, I said. Can we have a couple of those? - pointing at the local beer - (I forget the name now)"
"And a towel and a fresh set of clothes?" he said, winking.
"Yes please" I said. We both laughed. He had an easy manner, and we chatted for a few more minutes before retreating with the drinks. It turned out that he had studied and worked in England for a few years, and knew the area where I had grown up quite well. He was interested to hear about some of the changes.. As we had chatted, I checked him out.. He was around the same height as me.. and early 30s, with an attractive face, well built.. An idea formed in my mind.
"What time do you finish?" I asked, casually...
"Oh 6pm" he said "This beach bar doesn't open late in midweek"
"Fancy coming over for a drink later?" I asked.. "We can carry on chatting. (At this point the sun had returned, the huge rain shower just a distant memory.. as I could see the beach was filling back up, with some people making their way over to the bar.
"Sure" he said, smiling widely.
We made arrangements to meet in one of the bars on the front, and I went back to the table with our drinks.
"What took you so long?" C said.. a slight frown on her face..
"Just talking" Then.. I leaned closer and whispered.. What do you think of the bartender?
She looked over, and I could see that she had caught my subtle inference.. "He looks fit" She said.. why...?
"We're meeting him for a drink later" I shrugged, sipping my drink.. already I was picturing her riding his cock while I filled her mouth.
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