Mysterious Summer Romance in the Greek Isles: Part 2

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I wake up with soft light pouring in through the windows, and smile to myself with my eyes closed. My first thought is that I can’t wait to get out onto the beach. A moment later, my thoughts drift to the mysterious man from last night. It takes me a minute to parse through what was real and what was fantasy. I feel myself blush remembering how I touched and came on myself last night. But it’s the electricity from our time on the dock that makes my stomach flip and my cunt clench with need. *I wonder if I’ll see him again…*

This time, my thoughts are interrupted by my stomach growling. I get up, throw my bikini on and a casual sundress as a cover-up. I throw my hair up in a long pony tail, grab my beach bag, and head to the corner bakery to grab some breakfast.

The bakery smells divine, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries wafting through the air. I admire the options and settle on my simple favorite, a tiropita. As I pay for it and my frappe, I hear someone come into the shop behind me and the cashier call out a familiar greeting. I turn to find my mysterious fisherman.

He looks at me in surprise for a moment, chocolate eyes intense as always, then grins. I blush and smile back, hardly believing my luck. He places a quick order as my coffee is being made. We leave at the same time. He lightly touches my arm as he passes me, igniting goosebumps on my skin, and continues on his way.

I, a fairly put-together 25-year-old woman, react with appropriate maturity and literally pout at his departure. Briefly, I consider following him, but I stop myself; he gave no indication of an invitation, and despite the ache growing in me, I feel the water calling my name. A swim in the brisk water is exactly what I need.

I lay down my towel, eat my breakfast, then pull out my book to read some before my swim. I’m consumed by the turmoil of Heathcliff and Catherine for a good 20 minutes, when I look and see him walking onto the beach. He’s wearing only a short pair of fitted gray trunks with a plain white towel flippantly slung over his strong, tan shoulder. In the sunlight, it’s easy to really look at his body, lean but toned, sun-kissed to golden perfection. He settles down on his towel, and I’m not sure if he’s noticed me. *Well,* I think to myself, *I’ll make sure he does.*

Slowly standing, I make a show of stretching my arms upwards. I know that my red swimsuit hugs my curves perfectly, accentuating my round ass and sumptuous tits. My skin is also smooth and sun-kissed, and while not as dark as his, my nose and shoulders are peppered with brown freckles. I let my long hair down and let it gently wave in the breeze. I feel eyes on me and smile; I know I look hot and I feel a twinge of something deep inside me knowing that I’m drawing attention.

While making my way over to the water, I steal a glance at him. Yeah, I’ve definitely got his attention. I see his hooded eyes following me as I submerge myself. The water is cold, surprisingly cold for June. My nipples harden and I suppress a gasp from the sudden chill. Still, the water feels refreshing on my flushed skin. I float on my back, eyes closed, feeling the sunshine on my face. Momentarily, I forget about him and find complete peace in my own mind.

But then, I dip under the cool water, and when I come up, I see him swimming toward me. My stomach flips and my mouth opens slightly, involuntarily. *Is he really going to approach me again?* Evidently, the answer is yes.

He gets within a couple feet of me and smiles, treading water. I feel the electricity again, a pull towards him so urgent that I have to fight from reaching out to touch him. I don’t have to fight for long because he closes the space between us. My breath stops, and I look at him wide-eyed, questioning. *What am I doing? This guy is a stranger!*

I feel his fingertips graze my thighs, and once again, my skin is alight, my nipples hard as taut little pebbles. My cunt flutters and I feel a hot sensation move through me. *Fuck it,* I think and position myself close enough so that I’m hovering between his legs, but far away enough to still see his face. This time, it’s his breath that hitches, and his umber eyes turn from playful to dark and dangerous. He watches my face carefully as he slides his strong hand behind my back and gently pulls me close to him.

Now, there’s no space between us. Our bare skin is touching, and I rest my hands on his muscular shoulders. I can feel his cock, hard in his shorts, touching me. I can’t help but push myself up against him, blushing with pleasure when he sighs out a quiet, breathy moan. We stay looking at each other like that for what could be seconds or hours. I feel high. I feel like my head is floating, but my pussy is heavy and hot with need. Finally, he leans in and kisses me.

His lips are soft and salty, but there’s nothing gentle about his kiss. The electricity between us amplifies and there is nothing but me and him, our bodies, our lips, our touches. His tongue fucks my mouth and he moans into me, invading and conquering every one of my thoughts and emotions. I’ve truly never felt a connection like this with anyone, especially a complete stranger.

One of his hands tightens around my waist pulling me even closer and I can feel his dick getting bigger and harder. The other slides upwards and grabs me by my hair, forcing a whimper from me. Another moan of his sends me spiraling, feeling me to the brim with a need that I’m certain will never be satisfied until this man fills it with his cock over and over again, and then with his hot, dripping cum.

A moment later, he grabs my hand and, with eyes baring into me, places it on his erection, pressing my hand down onto it. He bites his bottom lip suppressing a moan. His head tilts back ever so slightly, and his eyes halfway close as they roll back. *Fuck, I want him inside me*.

His hand moves between by thighs, his fingers gently moving aside my bikini bottoms. His finger slides into me effortlessly and his eyes widen as he realizes how slick my slit is even under the water. He slides a second finger in, and then a third. I bite down on his shoulder so I don’t make a sound.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize we are making out in the middle of the day, in the water of public beach. I steal a glance around me as he kisses my neck. The water is clear, but everyone is far enough away that they can’t really see what we are doing. They suspect, but they aren’t sure. And if they get any closer, they could see…

He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me, and his thumb finds my clit. He rubs it softly in circles, torturing me. Two can play this game. I slide my hand into his trunks and grab his hard cock firmly, slowly working the shaft up and down. He practically growls. He stops fucking me with his fingers and I’m practically panting with need at the sudden emptiness in my core. *Still, we can’t fuck here, right now, can we?*

He grabs me by the hips and my eyes go wide, halfway in fear that’s what he wants to do, halfway in want of just that exactly. He maneuvers me over him, but he doesn’t push himself into me. Instead he positions me onto his thigh and roughly rubs my clit against him. “Oh my god,” I can’t help but shudder as the pressure builds inside me. This man knows how to drive me insane. My thigh is also rubbing up against his throbbing cock, and his breathing gets more urgent.

He stops and then suddenly plunges two fingers deep inside of me again, and the sudden sensation pushes me over the edge. I bite down to keep from screaming as my cunt throbs and pulsates around him. He wraps my hand around his cock again and with three strokes, he’s cumming too, squeezing my ass as he gasps a shuddering moan in my ear.

He holds me close for a moment, then pulls back and looks at me with a look I can’t quite decipher. He doesn’t give me a chance to try to either. Instead, he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek then swims to shore, collects his towel, and jogs off. I feel breathless and incredible, but I can’t help but wonder, *did I just get used like a dirty slut?* I feel like even more of a slut when my next thought is, *I hope he does it again.*

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