Nikki Goes to Crete Pt. 01

Chapter One

Tony had been working hard and needed a holiday. After saving up and researching the best place to visit, he settled on Crete. It was only a short flight, it was almost guaranteed warm weather even in May and the price was reasonable. The flights were booked, now he had to find an hotel. He had found a beautiful hotel near Vai, famous for its palm forest. The Sitia Beach Hotel looked wonderful. It had three pools, a spa and wonderful views of the bay. But it was out of his price range. He kept looking for another hotel but kept coming back to Sitia Beach.

Soon before he was due to set off, he knew he'd have to book something. He had once last look at the Sitia. He couldn't believe what he was reading. They were having a flash sale. If he booked in the next twenty minutes there was a fifty percent discount. He read the information again making sure there was no catches, watching the timer counting down towards zero. He grabbed his debit card and filled in all the necessary information as quickly as his excited fingers would allow. As the timer reached four minutes he had put in all of his details. He checked one last time then hit the enter button.

He sat and waited for a confirmation e-mail to appear in his in-box. No matter how many times he hit the F5, no e-mail appeared. He went to bed disappointed in missing out on the hotel which would have been the icing on his cake.

When he got up the next morning the first thing he did was grab his computer and fire up his messages. There it was. A message from the Sitia Beach Hotel:

Dear Tony,

Thank you for your booking. We can confirm that we have received your reservation at The Sitia Beach Hotel for Wednesday the 1^st of May 2019 until Friday the 10^th of May. We look forward to seeing you and hope your stay with us is everything that you desire.

Your Sincerely,

Michelle Markonos

"Woo Hoo!" exclaimed Tony to himself, "Best bit of luck I've had for ages. Crete, here I come!"

So Tony started to prepare what to take on his holiday. As he would be travelling alone, he took a pile of books to keep himself company. There was a pile of t-shirts and shorts, a pair of flip-flops and a pair of canvas shoes for the restaurant in the evening. Then there was the second pile of clothes. He was hoping that his room would have a secluded balcony where he would be able to put on a swimsuit or perhaps even a bikini, so they were added to the pile. He also picked out a couple of sundresses a few sets of sexy underwear plus some day to day knickers and bras, a pair of wedge sandals and a pair of cute flat sandals. Along with his sun cream he included a minimal amount of make-up. Just a bottle of red nail polish, a matching lipstick some eye liner, a pair of false eyelashes and some foundation. At the last minute he grabbed one of his favourite blonde wigs and finally a short silk night dress.

Everything was packed and Tony was on his way to the airport, ready for a relaxing ten days. The only thing he would have to worry about would be will he spend the day sitting by the pool or head to the beach tomorrow.

The journey was fine and he had arrived in Crete safe and excited. When he arrived at the airport he was picked up by the hotel and jumped in to the bus that they had provided.

Tony couldn't believe the views from the bus on the transfer from the airport to the hotel. They went over a small mountain and then dropped in to the palm forest, rich in deep greens. As they started to descend, he caught flashes of the azure blue sea. Finally the road broke through the edge of the forest and he was presented with a panorama of such beauty, it took his breath away. The blue, cloudless sky was above him. The coral coloured beach swept before him until it encountered the softly breaking waves of the deep blue Mediterranean sea. There were a few people walking along the sea front in the beach gear and a few more splashing around in the sea. But most more laid out on the sun loungers, taking advantage of the warm sun as their bronzed bodies were gently sweating in the heat.

"Oh yes! I can't wait to put my shorts on and start working on my tan." Tony thought to himself.

He was interrupted form these thoughts as the bus pulled up outside a luxurious hotel and the bus driver turned to him and said,

"Here you are Sir. The Sitia. Can I help you with your bags?"

"Um. No. I'll be okay thank you. Are you sure this is the right place?"

"Yes Sir. This is The Sitia. Best hotel in all of Crete. If not the whole of Greece in my opinion. I'm sure you'll have a fantastic holiday Sir. A real life changing experience, so I hear."

Tony pulled a €10 note out of his wallet and handed it to the driver.

"Thank you. It looks lovely."

"Very kind of you Sir. See you for your return journey."

And Tony hauled his bags off the bus and headed for the reception. The doors of the hotel glided open and he felt the cool air conditioning hit him. He stood there for a couple of seconds soaking it all in and feeling a little lost.

"Can I help you Sir?"

"Oh. Er. Yes. I have a room booked. Or I think I do."

"Here. Let me help you. What name is it Sir?"

"Tony. It's Tony Nicole. Here's my passport."

"Thank you Sir. I'll just bring up your booking. Just a minute."

Tony looked around the foyer and was amazed how plush the place was. The art on the walls was beautiful if a little modern for his tastes. He could see through to the bar and saw a classic black piano in the corner. The foyer itself was scattered with comfortable looking chairs and greenery. He then noticed a water feature tinkling away in the corner. All in all, the place was stunning.

"Hang on Mr Nicole. I just need to speak to my supervisor."

"Is there a problem?"

"No Sir. Please just wait a minute."

He knew it! There must have been a mistake with his booking. Tony resigned himself to having to pay more for his room or find another hotel in his price range.

"Hello Mr Nicole. I'm Michelle the Hotel Manager."

"Hello. Is there a problem?"

"Not for you Sir. We do have your booking, but we seem to have over booked for this week."

"Oh dear. What does that mean?"

"Don't worry Sir. We always hold a couple of rooms back for just this eventuality. Please take a seat at the bar, or if you like you can go out to one of our pools. Leave it with me for an hour, if that's okay, and I'll sort everything out for you."

"That's very kind of you. Can I leave my bags here?"

"Of course Sir. We'll see you in an hour."

"Thank you so much."

Tony grabbed a book out of his bag and left the rest with the Hotel Manager. He went to the bar and bought himself a fruit cocktail. He watched the barman mix it and admired his tan. Tony's mind was wandering as he pictured what the barman looked like beneath his uniform. His arms looked huge and his chest was bulging beneath the white shirt. He began to wonder if it was true what he had heard about Greek men.

He was brought out of his reverie when the cocktail was placed in front of him. He pulled out his wallet to pay for it.

"That's okay Sir. The drinks are all included in the price. Enjoy your drink."

"Oh. Right. Well, thank you ..."

"... Michael. I'm sure I'll be serving you again soon ..."

"Tony. I'm Tony. Thank you Michael."

Michael gave Tony a big smile. As Tony left the bar he turned around to see Michael still looking at him as we walked away, grinning broadly. It seemed that there could be a lot of truth about the Greeks. Who knew how much company he might have on his holiday after all.

Holding his cocktail in one hand and his book in the other, Tony headed outdoors to find a pool and somewhere to sit. As luck would have it, there were plenty of empty loungers around the pool. Apparently most of the guests most have been on the beach or in their rooms. He settled down and watched the world go by from behind the safety of his shades. He was pleased to see that the poolside seemed to be full of people of a similar age to him. He didn't like staying in places full families with young children as it would be difficult to relax. Fortunately it didn't seem to be full of 18-30 year olds out to have fun ... loudly ... In fact most of the other guests seemed to be very attractive young men and women.

Having checked out the guests, he turned to his book and began reading it, occasionally reaching out for his drink to keep himself cool. Enjoying his book, he noticed a shadow fall across his face.

"Hello Tony. I thought you might like another drink."

"That's very kind of you Michael. Do you always provide a delivery service?"

"Only for the special guests Tony. I see you've not put on any sun cream. Your legs are starting to look a little red. Would you like me to help?"

"I don't have any cream. It's still in my luggage."

"That's okay. I have some cream here. Let me rub it in for you."

"Very kind of you Michael."

Michael had pulled some lotion out of his pocket and squirted some cream over Tony's legs. He began to slowly massage it in to Tony's calves, taking a little longer than normal. His strong, firm hands then went up past Tony's knees. He squeezed a little more cream on to Tony's thighs and continued his progress upwards.

Looking down as Michael was stroking his legs, Tony couldn't help but starting to feel aroused. He was desperately hoping that Michael wouldn't notice the bulge forming in his shorts.

Michael's hands continued their work, even applying sun cream up beneath the legs of his shorts coming perilously close to his groin. Once or twice the back of his hand brushed against his bulge causing a slight flicker in his shorts. Each time he brushed Tony's erection, Michael smiled at Tony.

"How does that feel Tony? You have very smooth legs. So unusual for a man to have no hairs on his legs. My legs are so hairy, I look like a gorilla"

"Yyess ... I'm a keen cyclist, so I like to keep them hair free. I'm sure your legs are perfectly fine. That's wonderful. Thank you Michael."

Looking him straight in the eye, Michael reached up one leg of the shorts and gently stroked Tony's now raging erection. Smiling he said,

"Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help Tony."

"I will do Michael. I will definitely come to you if there's anything I need."

And Michael headed back towards the bar. To hide the bulge in his shorts, Tony rolled over on to his front and finished off the second drink that Michael had brought out.

The drinks must have been stronger than he realised. Combined with the heat and the early start back in Brighton, Tony must have fallen asleep. Checking his watch he realised he had been asleep for a couple of hours. He grabbed his book and rushed back to the reception.

"I'm so sorry. I fell asleep on the longer."

"That's okay Mr Nicole. Everything is sorted. We had to upgrade you as there were no other rooms available. I hope that's okay?"

"Oh. I don't know if I can afford it."

"Sir, don't worry. It was our mistake, so there will be no extra costs. For the inconvenience, we have booked you a free session in the spa. I hope that is okay?"

"Sure! That is very kind of you."

"My pleasure Sir. We have taken your bags to your room and unpacked for you. I'm sure you'll have a very exciting holiday here at The Sitia Beach Hotel."

Michelle had a knowing smile on her face. If they'd unpacked his bags, they must have found the bikinis, swimsuits and dresses and underwear. What must they be thinking about him?

"Here's your key Mr Nicole. You're in room 61. Top floor at the end of the corridor. The lift is over by the entrance to the bar."

Barely able to make eye contact, Tony reached to take the key and felt the Hotel Manager caress his hand as she passed the key to him.

"Michael will show you to your room. Have a lovely stay ... Tony"

Chapter Two

With the key in his hand, Tony followed the barman as they went to find his room. He was expecting to find something small, no balcony and no view of the sea. Can you imagine his surprise when he opened the door to his room and entered a corner suite?

"It's a lovely room isn't it Tony. One of my favourites. Here, let me show you around. This is the sitting room. Help yourselves to the contents of the bar. We will top it up daily, but if there's anything we've not stocked, please call me. Here is my number. You can call it any time of the day. Or night."

"Thanks. I'll put this somewhere safe."

"Through this door you'll find the shower room. You'll see you have a wet room, if you like to have a shower, or a lovely tub if you prefer to soak in a bath. This, obviously, is the balcony. You have an unobstructed view of the sea, your own table and umbrella in case you want a bit of sunbathing on your own and in the corner you will see you have your own six person jacuzzi. Through this door is the small bedroom."

Michael stood back and showed Tony a room containing a double bed almost as big as Tony's apartment back in Brighton. It also had a two seater sofa, a desk and chair and what must have been a 65 inch television.

"I think you're mistaken, Michael. This is the master bedroom."

"Oh no. This is the master bedroom. Or as we like to call it, the Queen's room."

Michael had walked to a set of double doors that Tony had assumed was a wardrobe. As the doors were opened Tony was presented with a huge room, the centre piece being an ornate four poster bed, even bigger than the one in the previous bedroom adorned with milky white silk sheets. Along one side of the room there was a three seater sofa, the other contained a chaise longue. On the wall opposite the bed was a TV. It must have been at least 80 inches.

"This door leads through to your en-suite and this is your walk-in wardrobe."

As Michael held open the doors to the wardrobe, a broad smile crossed his lips.

"Lovely dresses Tony. Will your wife be joining us later."

Tony just blushed and said.

"She couldn't make it. I must have forgotten to take her clothes out of my bags before leaving."

"Such a shame Sir. I'm sure we can do our best to keep you entertained and help you have the time of your life without her."

Another broad smile from Michael and Tony was ushering him out of the door, desperately aware that if Michael were to look down, he would notice that Tony was again sporting a bulge in his shorts as this stranger now knew that he had a collection of women's clothes hanging up in his wardrobe.

"Don't forget. You have my number. If there's anything, anything I can do to make your stay better, you only have to call me."

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much Michael. You've been very helpful."

Closing the door behind the barman, Tony took a deep breath and looked around what would be the centre of his home for the next ten days. He couldn't believe that he had fallen on his feet, This sort of thing didn't usually happen to him. He went over to his private bar and poured himself a large vodka with a few ice cubes. It really was his lucky day. Included in the mixers was some ginger! He added it to his vodka and took a big gulp.

"Well Tony, as we have a private balcony, shall we let Nikki start working on her tan?"

Putting down his drink he headed to the Queen's room and went to the wardrobe. It did look a little silly with what few clothes he had brought with him, hanging up and the four pairs of shoes. Tony's things were on the left-side and Nikki's on the right.

First he removed his trainers and stepped in to the three inch wedges. He picked out the bright pink swimsuit with white polka dots. It had a little padding to help with cleavage. Tony removed his travelling clothes and stepped in to the swimsuit. He was very careful to tuck his penis tightly in to his bum crack. Even with no one likely to see him in the swimsuit, he still wanted to feel as feminine as possible. He pulled it up over his slim waist up to his bust. The swimsuit clung to his curves in just the right places giving the appearance of a young lady. He dug out his cosmetic bag and found the lipstick. Applying it liberally he was soon looking at a face he would happily kiss if he met himself in a bar. The finishing touch was the wig. It had survived the journey well and didn't take much combing out. As he placed it on his head, he began to relax. There was the lovely Nikki smiling back at him. Did she look pretty? Of course she did. Did she feel sexy? Always.

Nikki grabbed her sunglasses and headed towards the balcony. Even though Nikki knew that no one overlooked her room, she was still quite nervous as she stepped out. Here she was in her penthouse suite, looking fabulous in her swimsuit. The only thing missing was a lover to help her applying sun cream. Hell, it was quite late in the day. She could risk a couple of hours in the sun with no protection couldn't she?

The sun lounger was so soft and relaxing. From this height and distance from the beach, Nikki could just about here the soft sound of the waves breaking and the sounds of the gulls screeching overhead. From behind the hotel she could also hear the sound of the gentle breeze rustling the palm fronds. She was so relaxed. And so tired. She rested her eyes. Just for a few seconds whilst she thought what a relaxing time she would have in the next ten days.

Slowly blinking, Nikki opened her eyes. The sun was going down and it was feeling a little cooler. Still warmer than back home, Just pleasant.

How long had she been asleep?

What had woken her up?

Had it been the sound of a door closing?

Startled she opened her eyes.

Had someone been in her room?

Had someone seen her dressed in her swimsuit?

She looked around the balcony. On the table was an ice chiller with a bottle of champagne in it and a bowl of fruit.

Nikki jumped up.

Someone had been in her room!

Someone had seen her in her swimsuit!

There was a card leaning against the ice chiller.

"Compliments of the Hotel. Enjoy your stay, Michelle Markonos x"

"Shit! She must have let herself in. What am I going to do next?"

Absent-mindedly Nikki had picked up a banana from the fruit bowl and was peeling it. She was started to eat it. Even only half thinking about it, she got a little thrill out of seeing the mark her red lipstick had left on the banana.

"I wonder if Michael's cock would look this good with my lipstick leaving its red signature on its shaft?"

Nikki finished the banana and realised she hadn't eaten anything since the flight. It was time for dinner. She was here to relax and enjoy herself. She couldn't face returning to Tony's clothes tonight. Well, why not order room service and stay here on her own.

She went back to the bedroom and pulled a baby yellow sun dress over her swimsuit. Sitting at the bureau she crossed one long leg over the other. She couldn't help but enjoy the the sensation of her silky legs rubbing against each other. Looking in the full length mirror, she enjoyed watching the lady in front of her caressing those slightly bronzed legs. She could see why Michael had enjoyed rubbing his cream in to them back at the pool.

"Focus Nikki," she said to herself, "focus on what's important here, you horny little lady! I'm sure you were misreading the signs. A hunk like him would have his choice of women. Why would he be interested in you? Now, what shall we have for dinner?"

Looking through the menu left by the phone, Nikki rang down to reception.

"Reception. Michelle here. How can I help you?"

"Room, erm, 61, can I order room service?"

"Of course Tony. What would you like?"

"Can I have Greek salad as a starter and a small fillet steak, medium rare, with fries?"

"Of course. Any sauces?"

"What do you suggest?"