Zakynthos, A Holiday to Remember

Lisa and Mark stood on the pristine beach, the sun warming their skin and the sound of the gentle waves lapping at their feet. It was a breath-taking scene, but the tension between them was palpable. Several months ago, they had eagerly planned this trip to Greece, excited for a romantic getaway together. But now, the situation had become complicated, and they were both struggling to pretend everything was okay.

Lisa couldn't help but feel guilty for what she had done. She had betrayed Mark's trust by carrying on an affair, and now she was paying the price for her foolishness. As they stood there, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was all her fault. Probably because it was.

Mark, for his part, was struggling to come to terms with what had happened. He loved Lisa, but he couldn't just forgive and forget what she had done. They had argued the night before travelling here, he had wondered if it was even worth coming on the trip, or indeed, even worth salvaging their relationship.

But as they looked out at the turquoise sea and felt the warmth of the sun on their skin, both Lisa and Mark knew that they couldn't ignore the beauty around them. They had come here to escape their problems and find a way back to each other, and they weren't going to let anything stand in their way.

Lisa's behaviour the night before their planned early flight to Greece was incredibly irresponsible and thoughtless. She'd just woken her boyfriend up in the early hours by turning her bedside light on in their bedroom having recklessly gone out and returned home well past midnight. Mark saw through his blurry eyes and the half-light, that she was dishevelled and looking like a flustered hot mess. The ruffled look of her hastily donned outfit suggested that she had thrown on clothes that she'd discarded onto the floor earlier that same evening. Her short skirt was heavily creased, and her top was crumpled, revealing the outline of her pert nipples through the fabric, which made it quite evident that she wasn't wearing a bra. The mascara around her eyes was smudged. It was also clear that she had been drinking as her movements seemed unsteady.

Lisa noticed Mark was awake and said, "Oh, sorry I'm so late. Won't take a minute."

They were off on holiday in just a few hours, but she still hadn't packed. When Mark had gone to bed, he assumed it was because she had no intention of joining him. But here she was at 1.30am, packing her suitcase under Mark's gaze, throwing into it a variety of summery items from her cupboards. When she'd finished 'packing' with her nonchalant attitude, her decision to undress in front of Mark was quite bold and confident. She removed her clothes swiftly, leaving herself standing naked in front of him.

Lisa had been avoiding Mark for a few weeks, and during that time, he had not seen her nude. However, when she stood before him that night, it was evident that she had undergone some striking physical changes. Her flat and toned tummy indicated that she had lost several pounds, making her figure slimmer and more alluring than ever before. Despite that weight loss, it hadn't come off her breasts so her modest yet shapely bosom sat more proudly than ever on her torso, accentuating her curves and captivating Mark's attention.

Lisa nipples stuck out long and proud, looking red and tender as if they'd been man-handled. Her light brown pussy hair was not as bushy as the last time he'd seen it. Now it was trimmed short down to a simple landing strip rising upwards from above her labia, which, like her nipples, was rouge and somewhat engorged. Indeed, from his low-lying position in bed, Mark could even see her pinkie-coloured clitoris poking out from its protective hood. Her sex seemed generally flushed, like from recent arousal. There was also a tail-tail aroma around his girlfriend which Mark recognised. She smelt of sex. An unmistakable musky smell of love juices and sperm that had been mixed was wafting off her body. Simply put, it was obvious she'd been freshly fucked and not by him.

The subtle changes in her body, combined with her alluring confident presence, made her irresistible to Mark, despite her virtually parading the fact she'd just been unfaithful. He just couldn't help but feel drawn to her in that moment of humiliation.

Lisa sauntered away to the bathroom, swaying her hips seductively, leaving Mark's eyes to linger on the peachy perfection of her derriere, perched atop her long, lithe legs.

"I'm having a shower, so I don't need one in the morning," she explained to Mark unecessarily, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. Mark knew she had to wash herself clean before he got too close and realised without a doubt what she'd been doing that evening.

In the shower, Lisa moved quickly, eager to wash away any evidence of her indiscretion. She paid particular attention to the intimate areas between her legs, washing it vigorously to erase any traces of her passionate encounter. Mark's suspicions were right, Lisa had indeed spent the evening entwined in the arms of another man, her young lover whose name was Eddie.

As Lisa dried herself off, she couldn't help but relive the passionate moments she had shared with Eddie just moments before. She felt his strong hands on her body, the taste of his lips on hers, and the raw intensity of their lovemaking still consuming her thoughts. She knew that what she had done was wrong, but the rush of excitement and desire had been too powerful to resist.

With a heavy heart, Lisa realized that she would have to keep her secret from Mark and try to focus on their vacation. However, the memory of Eddie's touch lingered, and she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that now weighed heavily on her conscience. Despite him being four years younger and with a slender frame she didn't usually find attractive, Eddie had somehow captured Lisa's obsession, leaving her torn between her desires and her commitment to Mark.

The evening began with a hasty meal at Eddie's house, his dad's presence an unwelcome distraction. As soon as they could, they made their excuses and retreated to Eddie's bedroom with a bottle of wine. The anticipation of being apart for the next couple of weeks fuelled their passions, and before they knew it, they were tearing each other's clothes off and giving in to their desires. Their lovemaking was raw and intense, each touch igniting a fire within them that they could barely contain. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment. As the night drew to a close, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, savouring the moment and knowing that they would have to part ways soon.

As Lisa dried her chest she was conscious how sensitive her nipples still were, no doubt caused by Eddie roughly pinching them as she had sat astride him when they'd made love the first time that night. As she remembered she inadvertently touched her fanny, which was similarly delicate, though that was not due to any single factor, but several hours of devotion. Eddie was an attentive lover and he'd helped Lisa to several orgasms that evening using a combination of a vibrator, his fingers, his mouth and his cock. Lisa saw in the bathroom mirror that her pussy was still swollen with arousal and despite her recent shower glistened with love juices.

Lisa smiled to herself as she recalled how as they lay in post coital bliss, Eddie had described how she always orgasmed...

"First, you stick the end of your tongue out from between your lips, then your chest begins to flush red, and I can feel your pussy gets wetter" Eddie had said. "The liquid's clear and sticky and tastes quite sweet," he added with unnecessary detail.

"If I carry on pleasuring you, your breathing turns into pants and gasps. Until finally, if I have reached the right spot your pussy almost gushes and you whimper out loud uncontrollably."

As she clamped her legs together, she recalled Eddie go on: "Then you will try to stop me touching your too sensitive sex by clamping your legs together. But if I manage to overcome your half-hearted objections, your orgasm gets more intense causing your perineum and sphincter to spasm in a climax."

Tonight, she'd had several strong orgasms just as he described, to the point where Lisa had involuntarily squirted love juices on to a vibrator and his fingers, which she'd never done before.

Lisa had teased Eddie back by saying "My problem is I can't ever stop you cumming and when you do your dick shoots sperm all over the pace uncontrollably." Though that night he'd filled her womb twice instead.

By now she was dry and gingerly Lisa returned naked into the bedroom where Mark lay. As she readied for bed, she knew he would interrogate her. "There's no point going on holiday together," Mark exclaimed. "I know what you've been up to," though he was guessing.

"Whatever," Lisa replied aggressively in her defence as she slipped on a nightie. "It's up to you, but I do fancy a holiday?"

Mark replied curtly, "What a waste of money, £2,000 quid down the drain. Do you really expect me to go on holiday with an unfaithful slut like you."

She didn't deny it. "Let's just go as friends," suggested Lisa, "We could both do with a break and some sea and sun."

"I see you've missed out the sex part" Mark pointedly said.

Lisa smiled sarcastically, a guilty smile Mark thought to himself.

After their brief exchange, Lisa turned off the lights and slipped under the covers on her side of the bed. The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing. Mark lay there, stewing in anger and hurt. He couldn't believe that Lisa had likely cheated on him that evening. She'd also been completely nonchalant about it, no regrets.

As his sleepless night wore on, Mark couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and desire towards Lisa, who'd fallen into a deep asleep. Despite her infidelity, he still found her undeniably attractive. The memory of her naked body fresh in his mind, he found himself unable to resist the temptation to reach out and touch her. Lisa stirred a little in her sleep as Mark's hand traced the curve of her hip, but she didn't wake. With her nightie ridden up and her facing away he had easy access to her pussy, which he probed with lightly his finger. It was slippery and swollen, like he remembered it gets after intense love making. He pulled his damp finger up to his nose and sniffed. Mark smelt sperm! And somehow it turned him on.

In that moment, Mark knew that he was in too deep. He couldn't resist the pull of his desire for Lisa, even though he knew she was unfaithful. He felt trapped, caught between his love for her and his disdain for her actions.

Mark had a restless night tossing and turning. As the sun began to rise outside, Mark lay there next to Lisa, grappling with his conflicting emotions. He knew that he needed to make a decision, but he couldn't bring himself to face the truth. For now, he would stay with Lisa, hoping against hope that she would change her ways and become the faithful partner he had always wanted.

It with that background that they found themselves on the beach. The couple had barely spoken during the uneventful flight to Zakynthos, and by the time they arrived at the beach outside their hotel it was late afternoon, and they were knackered.

Lisa was watching the sun fall into the sea on the horizon as turquoise water lapped over her sandy feet and up to her delicate ankles. Her white skin contrasted with her black thong bikini, which rode high in-between her firm peachy buttocks. Mark meanwhile sat on a beach chair some ten yards or so away, sipping on a cold beer whilst watching his girlfriend. Little was said between them. When the afternoon sun had all but faded away, they returned to their room.

Lisa quickly unpacked and perhaps to avoid Mark in the enclosed space she went outside onto their balcony where she enjoyed the last glimmers of sun and read a book. Mark stayed indoors, enjoying the air-conditioning, and helping himself to another beer from the mini bar as he watched some sport on TV. After an hour or so, he noticed Lisa had fallen asleep on the deck chair, with her book resting on her tummy.

Feeling a mix of tenderness and desire, Mark quietly approached Lisa and watched her as she slept peacefully. Her chest rose and fell peacefully, with her nipples revealing that she was a tad chilly. So, Mark went inside to fetch a large towel to cover her with. As he removed her book, Mark couldn't help but notice the sensual cleft between her thighs, which some people referred to as a camel toe. He'd been with Lisa long enough to know that she only got that after frequent sexual activity. Ignoring his instinctive reaction to that thought, "It certainly hadn't been with him," Mark covered it with the beach towel and let Lisa sleep on. He returned inside to his TV, his iPhone and yet more beer, still mesmerized by the sight of her, grappling with his feelings of attraction and resentment towards her unfaithfulness.

It was dark by the time Lisa woke up and came inside.

"What time is it?" Lisa asked.

"Pretty late" said Mark, "You've been asleep for two hours or so. It's time to go out for supper or we'll miss it."

"Ok, let me shower first" Lisa replied and went straight into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom stark naked with just a towel wrapped around her shortish dyed blonde hair. Mark couldn't help but notice that her sex parts were no longer as puffy and engorged as last night. He didn't say anything and went for his own shower and shave. By the time he came out Lisa had dried her hair and was dressed, well partially dressed as she didn't seem to be planning on wearing much on that warm holiday evening. She was wearing a simple white summer dress with thin blue stripes, which came down to a few inches above her knees. Free from the restraint of a bra, her boobs bounced lightly as she poodled about the room.

It was a short walk from their room block to supper at the hotel's beach bar, which was all that was left open at the late hour. The atmosphere between them remained tense and conversation was limited to ordering drinks and snacks and making polite chit chat. They shared a jug of Greek Sangria in near silence, both avoiding the elephant in the room.

However, as the alcohol began to take effect, the tension dissipated and they started to chat more comfortably. They laughed at silly jokes and reminisced about old memories. When they finished their second jug of Sangria, Lisa suggested they explore the beach. Without waiting for an answer, she simply got up and headed towards the darkness. Mark settled the bill and followed her.

The beach was deserted, except for a few stray cats scavenging for food. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was soothing. Whilst Mark slowly caught Lisa up, he was still some 50m behind when she reached the sea. At that point she stooped down to take off her sandals. Mark paused to watch her, mesmerized by her carefree spirit set in the beauty of the night sky and the stars twinkling above. By the time he reached the water line she was already knee deep in the warm water.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Lisa said out of the darkness and breaking the silence that had been hanging between them. Mark's relief at her acknowledgement was palpable, as he had been anxious to hear some remorse.

However, Lisa's next words caught him completely off-guard. "I've cheated on you," she confessed, her voice matter of fact. "I need some space and time to think. I'm not sorry I did it, but I am sorry that I have hurt you."

Despite Lisa telling him a truth he already knew, Mark's shock was evident on his face as he struggled to process her revelations. After a moment of stunned silence, he spoke up. "I just wish you would have told me. We could have talked about it," he said with a croaky voice, his pain quite apparent.

Lisa looked up at him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. "I know," she whispered softly. "If you really want, I'll try to be more open with you in the future, but I'm not sure if that will help as I don't think I want to stop."

Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions, Mark remained rooted to his spot on the sand as Lisa walked further away from him into the sea, her dress now hiked right up over her waist and carrying her sandals in one hand, perhaps seeking solace in the tranquil waters of the sea. After a while, she waded back to him through the calm, tepid water.

Once she reached Mark, Lisa announced that she wanted to go for a swim. With surprising boldness, she stripped off her wet thong and handed it to him. Then she pulled her dress over and off her head and beckoned for him to take it and her sandals. Brazenly standing naked in front of him and whomever else could see, she waited for him to take her garments before turning away and diving into the water.

As she swam alone in the cool water, Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly free - free from the weight of her secrets, free from the burden of guilt, and free to be herself.

Mark placed Lisa's clothes down on a nearby table underneath a beach umbrella and sat down on a deck chair to watch her swim under the moonlight. The rhythmic bobbing of her dark head and the gentle ripples she created on the surface of the sea were mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he watched her. But could he accept Lisa's freedom?

Twenty minutes later, Lisa emerged from the water like a mythical sea creature, her body glistening in the moonlight. As she drew closer to the shore, Mark's breath caught in his throat as he beheld her nakedness. Her breasts, with their dark brown, long nipples, were a sight to behold, pointing straight out in the cool night air. As her pubis emerged from the water, he saw that her pubic hair only served to highlight not cover her sex. Mark stayed where he was, entranced by the vision before him. Lisa skipped playfully up the beach towards him, using her hands to prevent her breasts from bouncing too much. When she arrived he handed Lisa her dress, which she quickly slid on, and then her thong, which surprisingly she refused to take, so he stuffed it in his pocket. Lisa then took his hand and pulled him along as she danced care-free up the beach, the sand soft and warm beneath her bare feet, back towards the same bar they had visited earlier.

As they walked towards the bar, Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the woman by his side. She was beautiful, sexy and unafraid to be herself, even in the face of potential voyeurs or judgmental onlookers. And though they had much to discuss and work through, Mark knew that he loved Lisa, and he would do whatever it took to make their relationship work.

Once they entered the bar's bright and bustling atmosphere, Mark's attention was immediately drawn to Lisa's dress. The now damp fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every contour of her body, and revealing the outline of her pert nipples. As they settled onto their bar stools, the bartender sidled up to offer them a drink, unable to resist stealing glances at Lisa's provocative appearance. While Lisa perused the menu of colourful cocktails and playfully flirted with the bartender, Mark found himself idly scrolling through his phone. Gradually, he began to feel uneasy as he noticed more and more men taking notice of Lisa's seductive attire. When he returned from the bathroom, he realized the reason why, Lisa's dress had ridden up her parted thighs. Mark was taken aback by her sudden brazenness, feeling somewhat embarrassed and anxious to leave. Sensing his discomfort, Lisa enjoyed teasing him by turning around some more so some of the nearby spectators could likely glimpse a little more of the darkness between her legs. However, when she'd finished her drink she declare she'd had enough and stood up and allowed Mark to lead her back to their room, although her unsteady gait was a clear indication of her inebriation rather than any renewed affection for him.