Holiday in Mykonosbyweealien©
I've recently booked a holiday back in Mykonos which has brought back some rather vivid memories of my last trip there. This is a repost of what happened on my last trip - some time ago now - I wonder if this holiday will be as memorable!
The tale concerns a holiday I once had with my now ex wife Wendy, I've changed her name -- though divorced we remain good friends and I'd still like to keep it that way.
In true Lit fashion I will now describe Wendy; in a word she was petite, 25 years old at the time, 2 years younger than me, 5 ft 2in and nicely packaged a lithe firm body. She wasn't a super model or a glamour queen, and I didn't think so even when I was married to her either, but she was very cute and a lot of fun to be with. A head of thick dark, shoulder length hair that was naturally curly, and may god help anyone that dared say it was permed. Her breasts at 34B, weren't big but neither were they small, sort of in between, perky if you like, with really dark nipples that would stand on end with the slightest provocation. Her best feature was undoubtedly her ass, or as we say over this side of the pond, her arse, which truly was the perfect peach. Character wise she was what I would call flirty, preferring male company to female and she loved to be the centre of attention, though without it seemed, ever trying to be. She had an abundance of that thing that you can't put your finger on sex appeal, animal magnetism or whatever; she just had loads of it, she had a fun, naughty side just below the surface that always seemed to show through.
Wendy was what you could describe as a sun worshipper. Any chance she got she would be out in the garden, bikini on and topping up her tan, and I have to say, what a tan it was. She had the sort of skin that never seemed to burn no matter how intense the sun was, she just went a deep brown, almost chestnut colour within about three days. I on the other hand have to go through the well done lobster stage before my skin gets used to the sun, and even then I would never catch up. Sadly living in Scotland we don't see nearly enough of it hence the holidays abroad whenever we got the chance.
We had been looking forward to the holiday for months and when it finally arrived it was hard to believe the time of departure had come at last. Wendy and I had been planning the holiday to Mykonos for ages, and were looking forward to two weeks of doing nothing except lying on a beach relaxing.
We had been to the Greek islands before, Corfu and Rhodes as well as trying a couple of the Costa Del's in Spain but the two of us had developed a love for Greece and planned on seeing as many of the islands as possible. Mykonos as well as being one of the most picturesque of the islands is also the most cosmopolitan and it was for these reasons that made up our minds to go there.
We arrived on the island mid afternoon after a coach and ferry ride from the airport, the sun was high in the sky and the place was truly beautiful. The apartment we had rented was just as we had expected having been to Greece before, simple and basic but all that we needed, and luckily was in a gorgeous location half way between the beach and the town. We spent the rest of the first day exploring the old town which was a maze of cobbled streets lined with bars, restaurants and shops before having dinner and heading back to the apartment.
First thing next morning we headed for the beach stopping on the way for breakfast. A large bay filled with golden sand was waiting for us when we got there. We found a spot just down from a bar, rented a couple of sun loungers and got out the books -- a truly idyllic place. About 30 seconds after our arrival, and following her ritual look around to see that she wasn't going to be first Wendy's bikini top was shoved back into the bag.
"Well I won't need that again" she laughed as she lay back in the sun lounger.
I casually looked around enjoying the view of the many semi naked women on the beach around us "Nope -- certainly doesn't look like it"
We lay there for the day, having a swim now and again and going for the occasional ice cold beer at the bar as the temperatures soared, I watched her in mild fascination; I swear I could almost see her changing to brown in front of my very eyes as the sun beat down on her semi naked body.
Back at the apartment we showered and applied the after sun lotions to each other that lead to the inevitable christening of the holiday bed followed by yet another shower. We grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and went out to sit on the balcony and watch the world go by until it was time for dinner. After about an hour we were joined by the Pete and Dave who were in the apartment next to ours, the balconies only separated by an iron railing. We said the usual hellos, how are you doings and made some small talk before it was time to get ready to go out to eat. Dave and Pete were also there for the two weeks and were studying the same course at university, they were half way through their holiday when we arrived. As we were leaving Dave said we should try some restaurant or other and gave us some directions as they had found it to be the best. I said thanks and that we might give it a try. We wondered at first if they were a gay couple but meeting them in a bar later on one evening quashed that thought.
This was the way the holiday went for the next few days, lying around on the beach all day at what had become "our spot", catching the sun and just relaxing in each others company till it was time to head back to the apartment. Then it was out onto the balcony to catch the last of the day's sun while having a beer or two with Dave and Pete, chatting about where we had gone and what we had been up to the night before.
A few blushes and non committal comments confirmed that they definitely were not gay -- why is it that women always need to extract every detail -- Wendy was a sponge for everyone's life story, in no time she had found out that they were both 19, where they were from, what they liked and disliked etc etc .
We never saw the guys during the day and it turned out that they used the larger more popular beach to the north of where we were staying -- joking that it was a beter "hunting ground". It was obvious that Wendy was in her element as the two guys were obviously chatting to her more than me though not in an exclusionary way -- it just didn't seem to matter what I was saying, if she went to refill the beers their eyes followed. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all jealous or annoyed, it was something I was used to and had endless fun teasing Wendy about -- though she knew the effect she could have she always denied it, though secretly we both knew she loved the attention. Watching her though as she skipped away to get a few cold ones from the fridge I could understand it -- wearing just her bikini bottoms and a sleeveless tshirt the way her nipples pushed against the fabric made it clear that it was only the bikini bottoms she had on. The coldness of opening the fridge only made them harder and the return journey to the balcony made watching them jiggle a sight to savour, a sight only I could see until she actually appeared back on the balcony, then it was a case of who cared what anyone said there was something nice to look at.
Soon enough it was time to get showered and dressed before heading into town again for a bite to eat and some sight seeing.
At the end of our first week it was time for Dave and Pete to go home, and we were discussing the crazy setup found in Greece where you have to check out at mid day even though your flight isn't until 4am the following morning.
We had been caught this way before and while most apartments would often let you keep the room -- for a small fee -- it was still a pain. Pete pointed out that being poor students they were also on a tight budget and didn't have enough cash left to keep the room on for the extra day anyway.
It seemed only natural that we suggested that they drop their gear in our room till it was time to catch their flight home, that way they could do what they liked on the last day -- shower and change at our apartment then we could all go out for a drink and be back in time for them to be picked up. They both agreed that it would be great if they could do that but only if we were sure it was alright.
The next morning they duly knocked at the door again asking if we were sure it was okay, we both insisted that it was, the cases were dropped and we agreed to meet back at the apartment at around 5pm that evening.
We headed back from our spot on the beach at 5pm to find Dave and Pete waiting for us on the apartment steps outside, they said they'd come back only a little earlier than usual so we wouldn't have to wait on them which I thought was very considerate.
As we opened the door and invited them in they remarked how our apartment was a mirror image of theirs except we had a double bed whereas they had two singles, I pointed out that they would know where everything was so they should start with the fridge. This was accepted as a good thought and the beers were soon passed around and we made our way out onto the balcony. Pete jumped the railing and passed the other two chairs over -- thankfully the new guests wouldn't be arriving till tomorrow -- so we all had somewhere to sit. Wendy put on a CD before coming out on the balcony with a beer for everyone.
Dave suggested that rather than going out for a meal and drinks that we could pick up a pizza or takeaway and some more beer to have back at the apartment, saying just to be sure they didn't miss the coach that would be picking them up later.
I think both Wendy and I guessed that they were running short on cash but rather than make an issue of it we agreed saying it would make a pleasant change. Dave and Pete offered to go saying it was only fair as we were supplying the apartment -- I grabbed some notes from my wallet and said to make sure they brought back enough for everyone. About 30 minutes later they returned with a couple of pizzas some beer and a bottle of ouzo. Sitting out on the balcony again, I watched in amusement as the guys struggled to catch a glimpse down the front of Wendy's tshirt as she reached down to the table to pick up a slice of pizza. Wendy looked up catching my smirk and guessed what had been happening, as Dave and Pete realised they had been rumbled they quickly tried to look away which was then followed by Wendy sitting bolt upright and starting to blush. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the three of them, Wendy swung a playful punch at my arm telling me to behave myself as I would embarrass the two guys, I pointed out that it was the way she had been leaning forward that had caused the embarrassment. Dave started to laugh and apologise at the same time for looking, while Pete just laughed asking what did Wendy expect leaning forward like that, the only reason they had been looking at her boobs was because she was sitting down at the time.
At that point Wendy dissolved into fits of laughter herself saying to Pete "Well thank you very much!" The laughter and the beer continued with the jokes and comments getting more and more risqué as the evening went on.
From then on Wendy made a point of doing an exaggerated wiggle of her ass anytime she walked to the fridge much to the amusement of us all and I could tell she was starting to get a little tipsy the way she was behaving.
Instead of returning with beer this time she brought us all back a tall glass of ouzo thankfully mixed with some water, setting the drinks down she said she had an idea and told us to bunch up and before we knew it she had a camera in her hand, pointing at us with inevitable cry of "Say cheese!" we were soon blinded by the sudden flash. It was then turn about for a while as to who photographed who and Pete asked if I would take a few shots using his camera.
"No problem" I said, "so long as its easy to use" Taking the pictures of Wendy with one arm round each of the guys was easy, the camera was a simple point and click affair, I just wondered if she realised how good she looked as her nipples were still clearly visible through the fabric of her top.
A sudden click signalled the end of the CD and Pete asked what others we had as theirs were all packed away, I said that there was a selection in the case lying in the corner and he should go take a look as I took a last snap of Dave and Wendy out on the balcony.
Pete looked up with a big grin saying he'd found something to put on, he was holding one of Wendy's bikinis, one she hadn't yet worn as she kept saying her tan still wasn't even enough. Bikini is in fact a bit of an overstatement -- it was more like a few bits of string and a postage stamp, a gstring bottom and almost non existent top, I'd bought it for her more as a joke than anything else and didn't think she would ever be daring enough to actually wear it -- her get out was always her tan wasn't even enough.
Wendy walked over laughing and took the garment from him and as she lifted a handful of albums from the case I explained that she had never worn that one because "her tan isn't even enough" mimicking her voice.
Dave said that from what he'd seen of her tan it looked even enough to him and Pete immediately agreed adding that he wished she'd worn it for his picture with her,
Wendy laughed commenting that she was flattered but she wouldn't dare wear it as "what would her husband say?"
As she said it she looked directly at me and I could see that she was silently daring me to dare her to put it on, She knew me well enough to know that I would love to see her to wear it in front of the two guys, but wanted me to be the one to accept the responsibility for it, I also knew that after the drinks and from the way her nipples were standing up under her tshirt that she just might be crazy enough and horny enough to do it.
As Dave and Pete looked towards me I pointed out that it was up to her, it was after all her body, and with a big smile I added that I never stopped her doing anything she really wanted to do -- ball back in Wendy's court I thought smiling inwardly to myself.
Dave and Pete started to laugh seeing that Wendy had been caught out and put on the spot, wondering and I dare say hoping, that she would actually do it.
"Right then -- if you're sure -- I'll go put it on for you three pervs!" she replied, grinning at us as she headed for the bathroom, waiting for me to stop her, tell her it was all a joke.
Though tempted to save my wife's blushes, part of me wanted to see her with two almost total strangers wearing what was really next to nothing, I was curious as well to where it might lead.
As she entered the bathroom she stopped in the doorway and gave a last exaggerated wiggle which made us all burst out laughing and Pete let out a "Woohooooo!" which Dave and I both joined in with just as the door closed.
We all sat in anticipation, breath baited waiting for Wendy to reappear. After what seemed like an age, the door opened and Wendy stepped from the bathroom to a stunned silence, she looked absolutely gorgeous as she walked into the main room.
Wendy smirked at us as she walked over, "Didn't think I'd do it -- did you?" she giggled, looking directly at me trying to gauge my reaction.
Stopping a few feet in front of us she ran her fingers up through her hair as she slowly twirled around to give us a view of the back, "So -- what's the verdict?" she asked.
"Wow" was about all I could manage, seeing Wendy standing there, her firm tanned body on full display with just her nipples and pussy covered by tiny patches of black material, took my breath away.
"You look amazing" I added struggling for words to describe the sight before me.
I heard Dave say "You look beautiful in that -- you should definitely wear it to the beach sometime" then he added "that gstring was definitely designed for your backside" which brought a fit of the giggles to us all.
"Maybe I might just do that" quipped Wendy with a grin, it was clear she was revelling in the effect that she was having on us, "feels good on -- sort of like I'm naked but not quite".
I laughed, "Honey, you are naked but not quite" which brought another fit of the giggles from everyone "not that I'm complaining you understand" I quickly added.
As Wendy sat down she asked "So what about you Pete -- what's your opinion -- hit or a miss?"
Pete blushed, "Definite hit" he replied "and at the risk of ending up sitting on the kerb you've given me an almighty hardon"
Whether because of the drink, the down to earth honesty of him or the fact that we were all thinking what he said, I don't know, but it caused no offence just uproar of laughter from us all, including Wendy.
Pete adjusted himself in his seat trying to hide the fact without it being too noticeable which made it all even funnier, Dave said not to worry he was in the same situation which brought even more laughter.
When Wendy looked over at me pulling a face of mock shock, I just said "Hell sweetheart -- I'm the same and I've even seen you without the bikini" which seemed to amuse everyone even more.
As Wendy got up to refill the drinks we all watched her head to the fridge, knowing we were watching she continued to wiggle her now near naked bum as she went and made a point of bending at the waist as she fetched some more beers. It was clear the effect she was having as the three of us adjusted our seating positions trying to hide the tents we all had in our shorts.
I could tell from the look on her face when she returned Wendy knew what we had been doing and she was enjoying our discomfort. Setting our beers on the table she laid back in her chair and picked out a lump of ice from her ouzo and started to suck on it seductively smirking at us all in turn.
"My turn to try and peek at the goods" she giggled towards Dave and Pete who had been rumbled earlier in the evening, she was deliberately turning them on, and me too I might add.
I reached over to the dresser and picked up Pete's camera, "You wanted a picture of you with Wendy in her bikini" I said.
"If I could" he replied. Wendy moved over beside him and leant over the chair from behind hugging him.
I jokingly pointed out that she should stop hiding behind him as it was looking like he had two heads.
"Good point" she said and scooted round to the front setting herself down on his lap.
"Much better" I said as I clicked the button.
"Me next" said Dave and Wendy giggled as she climbed off Pete and onto Dave's lap.
As I went to look through the viewfinder Wendy gave a wide eyed look, as I suddenly realised what the look was for, she giggled and let out a sexy "Mmmm" grinding herself down onto Dave's lap.
We all couldn't help but laugh, and as Dave blushed bright red I clicked the button again. I couldn't believe what a turn on it was to be watching my sexy near naked wife turning these two guys on right in front of me.
Here she was being centre of attention with nothing but a thin string running up between the cheeks of her beautifully shaped ass rubbing herself on another mans hardon.
My thoughts were interrupted as Pete asked how many shots were left, I passed him the camera and after a quick look he said it was seven.
"Three each and one threesome shot?" I asked.
"Yeah -- we might as well finish the roll while we can, provided Wendy's still willing of course" he replied.
"Sure" said Wendy, "how could I resist the chance of a threesome shot?" she giggled the sexual innuendo not being lost on anyone, "Just one thing" she said.
"What's that?" asked Dave smiling.
"Well I'm the only one in a bikini -- you three should really be in your trunks -- it's only fair"