That morning tour was interesting, but it was my time with Helena that was really pleasant. The older women were crowding around Stavros and he was flirting outrageously with them, which they were just lapping up. He tried it on with me during an earlier tour but I didn’t give him any time at all. There were a few other women who were somewhat less than impressed and we just seemed to gravitate to each other. Helena was knowledgeable, kind and good company for us. We shared a lunch, then for the last part of the tour, shortened as some of the ladies were supposed to be catching the same flight as Bill, we basically wandered around an archaeological village inside the Mitilini district. I must admit I was surprised at it, the houses seemed small, the streets narrow, but there was certainly something dynamic in the whole place.
I got to walk alone for a while with Helena, and I asked her if she still wanted to join me for drinks that evening. She smiled a wonderful smile, her face lighting up as she nodded, and assured me she was really looking forward to it. I reached out and took her hand in mine, “So am I,” I said, softly. My nipples went rock hard and I am sure she would have smelt the juices that seemed to pour into my panties. I wasn’t going to stop there, I started to lean forward to kiss her, but just then I heard a noise from behind a wall so pulled back as two of the other women came around a corner. For a moment, I caught a glint of disappointment in Helena’s dark eyes.
The tour ended up back at the hotel, and a few minutes after arriving, the delegates to the convention started appearing. Many scurried as they made last second preparations to leave, and that included Bill. I would have done him again, but we just had no time. He threw the last of his clothes into his case and zipped it up. I hugged him, kissed him and told him that the last few days were a better outcome than I expected. I reiterated that this was the last of it though.
Bill said he understood, and with this experience, now he knew how good oral sex could be, he would make sure that Ally improved as well. He was really looking forward to getting home. He asked if I was going to be OK, and I replied, “Well, two nights and a day in Mitilini, a relaxing time. Besides, our tour guide, Helena, knows what’s happened, so has promised to show me tomorrow more of Lesvos that we haven’t seen on the tours. She said I should leave with a better impression of her home than it was when I got here.” He laughed and said that the island had left an indelible and really positive impression on him. We hugged again, and went to the lobby, Bill’s bags were packed in the shuttle bus, and we said our goodbyes.
I went back to the room and had a shower, preparing for dinner with Helena. A little while later, there was a discreet knock on the door and I was confronted with this vision of loveliness as I opened it.
Helena was the same height as me, a good 36C breast, narrow waist and real hips. She is dark haired, dark eyed and typically Greek featured. Gorgeous, I thought. I took her hand, pulled her through the door and kissed her. She did not resist, but slid into an embrace like we had been well practiced. Helena returned my kiss, with passion. I started to fumble with her clothes and was soon able to run my hands over her smooth skin, soft and silky, as she did me. Our clothes were in a pile by the door when we struggled to the bed, between kisses and touches.
Then I remembered, I had never kissed a woman in passion in my life. I exhilarated at the soft skin of her mouth, her nipples hard as rocks in my mouth. The silken, smooth softness of the body I was touching, the aroma of a body made for sex. We seemed to fall onto the bed and and I wanted her, to touch her sex, to taste her, to put my tongue into her body. She responded to my touch, her sex was overflowing with juices in a way that I had never seen or tasted or smelt before.
Looking at Helena’s sex, I was struck by it being a lot more complicated than I had thought it would be. The soft folds of skin, the glistening pink pushing outward in a diamond pattern, with glimpses of a dark well of potential pleasure. I saw a swollen nub, covered in a glistening, silvery dampness, and I could no longer wait to get it into my mouth.
I lowered my head onto her, and ran my tongue along her slit, up and over the clit. I gummed the clit, then used my tongue to delve the deeps of that hidden grotto. I lapped her clit, then scooped her love tunnel with my tongue. Repeating this over and over, I could feel her tensing under me, pulling my head even more firmly onto herself, like she didn’t want to lose any contact with my mouth. Then she just exploded in a rush of orgasm., I felt her buck, pulling my head even tighter while thrusting her hips up to my mouth. I tasted her nectar as she cum, small squirts of a slightly tart fluid that seemed more like pre-cum than semen.
Helena flopped back onto the bed, gasping for air as I used my lips to make a path up her body, until I could kiss her lips.
“Oh,” she breathed, “I hoped you would be good, but that – that was the best ever.” She kissed me.
“I have a confession to make,” I said, “I have never been with a woman before.”
“What?!! Never?” I shook my head.
“Until I met you, I had never considered it. You know how sexy you are?”
“But..but… your tongue, surely you could not develop such skill without practice!”
“No, unless you count the years of oral sex with my husband. Sucking a cock and licking a labia are very different, but the idea is to give someone else sexual pleasure. So, does it matter if it is a glans or a labia?”
“I don’t know, I have never been with a man.” Helena replied.
“Then it doesn’t matter at all.” We talked around issues of sucking cock, but I don’t know if Helena ever tried it, maybe she did, maybe she didn’t. She kissed me, and slowly made love to me, keeping me very much on the edge of a huge orgasm, then letting it slide, only to bring me back to the edge again. When I finally did cum, it was so strong, so deep that I just drooled at both ends.
Dinner was a forgotten deal that night, well I could always afford to skip a meal anyway so didn’t mind. While I didn’t eat, I didn’t go hungry. After that first cum, Helena and I rested for a while, then I started again. Her breasts were round and firm, nipples hard and poking out enough to suckle endlessly. Her black pubic hair was a small tuft on her mons, and she was clean shaven everywhere else. The skin of her vulva was puffy, soft yet smooth in her arousal.
I rolled her onto her back and while my tongue was pleasuring her clit, I moved my body around to lower myself onto her face in a classic sixty-niner. I ate her as best I could, putting my tongue everywhere it could reach. I couldn’t quite get my tongue as deep as I wanted to into her love canal, but I did manage to cut the underweb of it on my teeth trying to stretch it too far. Annoying, but barely noticeable.
We had sex several times more that night, and I will always marvel at the sensuality of that night. It just felt so right.
Morning came and I was not alone. Helena’s breathing was regular, soft. I watched her, just looked at this beauty that graced my bed last night, made me cum several times, gave me such pleasure and allowed me to pleasure her. I gently caressed her breasts, exposed by a sheet half fallen off the bed, in the warmth of the morning. The soft flesh capped by dark nipples, which responded by again becoming erect.
I ran my hand down her body, under the sheet, and cupped her sex. I could feel it swelling under my touch as Helena stirred. She opened her eyes and smiled. In the morning light, eyes still full of sleep, hair all mussed up, no makeup, her smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She purred. I mean, she purred like a real cat, stretched and spread her legs.
I kissed her, then felt the need to make her cum while looking in her eyes. My fingers played over her pussy, awakening her sensitive tissues, making them moist with the leakage of her vagina. I played my fingers over her clit, tweaking it, then sliding down to insert them into her love tunnel. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb. All the time I watched her dark eyes flashing in delight and pleasure.
Helena’s eyes fluttered, then shut as she moaned her approaching orgasm, her face screwed into a contorted rictus which, in any other circumstance, would have made her look ridiculous. Here, it just looked like a woman lost in sexual pleasure, cut off from the rest of the world, just her and her lover, alone. Helena then spent her love juice all over my fingers as her vagina grabbed them, pulling them into her while expelling her cum over them.
I kissed her again, as she relaxed between spasms, and this just seemed to intensify her physical reaction. Helena’s body went rigid, then just seemed to flop, upwards, levitating off the bed, mashing our mouths together, crushing lips and clinking teeth. Fuck me, I thought, as she seemed to flop about in a seizure. She collapsed back onto the bed, gulping for air that had been forced out of her lungs by the massive contraction of her body.
Helena gasped as she filled and emptied her lungs, breathing in deeply, exhaling loudly out of her mouth. I noticed the artery on her neck, it was throbbing, hard. I hoped she wasn’t having a heart attack. Clearly, she had just run a marathon, and it took a while for her to get her body back under control. Her breathing eased, her heart stopped thumping, returning to a more modest beat.
“What are you doing to me?” She asked, “I’ve never cum like that before, never!”
“Wow, a simple finger fucking too,” I smiled, “You looked like you enjoyed that.”
“Oh I did, but I better go to the bathroom now or the consequences could be embarrassing.”
“And I need a shower.”
We got out of bed, and Helena went and sat on the toilet, while I went straight into the shower. It was not a large stall, just enough room for two people so when Helena finished, I beckoned her to join me. Much to my delight, i found Helena was as much fun in the shower as she was in a bed.
Eventually we made our way out of the room, but getting dressed was a longer experience than it normally was. Rob and I had hired a car for the day, thinking we could explore the island on our own. Then, while driving to Helena’s apartment, I remembered asking her about Sappho.
“Many traditional Orthodox don’t talk about her, or the implications of her work. Like Stavros, they are actually very tolerant, but still don’t talk about her during ordinary tours.”
“Ordinary Tours?”
“Aahh, yes,” she replied, “We have ordinary tours then in September the island is now welcoming hundreds and hundreds of women for the International Women’s Festival. It has become a triumph. But there is still may Orthodox who try to ignore it. We really do not know much about Sappho, so little remains, but she inspires still. Years ago, the first Festival was held in Eressos, Sappho’s birthplace, and faced a lot of opposition from the local people. Only a few women attended, but it has grown ever since. There was some trouble when some locals took court action against using the the word lesbian to describe anyone but a native of the island. The people now know how much money they bring into the island every year, so no one complains anymore. The local council even lends their hall to the event now, a big turn around.” She smiled. “I came here for the first time to a Festival, and loved it, so stayed.”
“I thought you were a native.”
“No, I’m from the world’s second largest Greek city, Melbourne. My family were pretty good about it when I came out, and supported me here for the first year until I got on my feet. My Mum is coming in in a few days, with my two brothers, after visiting Athens.”
“I thought your English was very good,” I said, then thought, “Oh shit! That sounded so patronizing, I am sorry.”
Helena laughed, “No worries, as we say in Melbourne. Surprises most people.”
We went to her apartment and Helena changed, but not without some difficulty getting dressed again and for the rest of the day we went to places that Helena had not been able to take us to during the tour. This included a visit to Erresos, Sappho’s birthplace, and Skala Eresou, the beach town.
Erresos was interesting, a small township, an eclectic mix of buildings and styles from brand new to old and run down. I was really surprised to see an office displaying a flag and a red hammer and sickle sign in it. The KKE are still a force in Greek politics, Helena told me, especially now with the raging debates over the Euro, the national debt and everything else. But, she said, political naivety or ideological purity is blinding them to the realities of their situation, so are likely to fade out unless they bend a little. Helena showed me some of the township but really wanted to move on to Skala Eresou for lunch.
The beachside town was somewhat typical of the villages and towns we passed through, warm, earthy colors, square faced, daubed or rendered, or rundown, peeling walls. We went to the beach, walking on a mix of small rounded stones and coarse rock sand, a grey shingle and swam in the brilliant blue of the Adriatic. I knew that from where we were, the next stop if we swam out to sea would likely be Egypt, but it was fun. The water was warm, the current kind, the scenery just beautiful in a two piece. Magnificent breasts and hips with a seriously nice ass. I was such a slut around her, all I wanted to do was to strip her and make her cum, several times, right there on the beach.
We had a lunch at some beachside cafe, it was nice and not that expensive. There were people all over the place, and their accents revealed them to be from California to Poland, from Capetown to Tokyo. They were everywhere. Somehow this shattered an illusion that this Greek island, off the coast of Turkey, was somehow remote from the rest of the world, but that was just not true. It is likely more connected to the world than the Mid-West. No wonder we have such a bad reputation as tourists, we have so little understanding of the rest of the world.
I saw some really lovely scenery, a harsh landscape in some area, ancient olive groves, even older fishing towns, and Helena kept me entertained with stories of the island. There were heroes and villains, ordinary people doing extraordinary things during emergencies. Some of the stories went back to ancient times, while others spoke of the 450 odd year Turkish occupation, some odd stories about the Nazi occupation, and the later civil war. An interesting tour with an interesting person is far more valuable, and memorable, than a bus trip somewhere.
That night was my last on the island, and we made the best of it. We slept a little, drank some ouzo and cum a lot. I returned the car to the airport and Helena and I both shed some tears at parting, but honestly, I am not gay, even though she managed to confuse my sexuality somewhat. The plane took off and I knew that Rob was going to be waiting for me in Paris. When we landed, I got through Customs without an issue and Rob was right there. How we got out of the Terminal without making love, I have no idea, but by the time we got to the hotel we were staying at, the taxi reeked, my panties were soaked and I made Rob tip the driver for cleaning it all up.
For the next two weeks I saw an awful lot of the ceilings in our hotel rooms. We fucked so frequently that I wore him out. I think he was glad to be getting home again, before I wore his dick down too much. My rather weird honeymoon was over, my husband was weak at the knees, and I was content with returning to work.
I missed my next period, so thinking I might be pregnant, got a test kit and it came up negative. I spoke to my doctor and she looked me over, then told me I could try an implant, rather than a pill. I did and that worked, well at least, i wasn’t getting ill because of it. She also suggested that the pill I was prescribed was likely too strong for me and the doctor I originally consulted with should have been a little more on the ball. Maybe, but it wasn’t an issue, as I managed to get and give some really great oral sex because of it.
As a footnote, something else happened about two weeks after we got back from our honeymoon. Ally, my mother-in-law, called in to visit me when Rob was on night duty. She insisted on me telling her everything that happened while away. She quizzed me hard about the conference, and then threw a rock at me. “Something happened on that island. I know it. I was just curious to find out what.” I tried to deflect her but she is very sharp, too sharp for me. “Our love life has never been better,” she said, “Bill’s idea of sex was considerate, he would cum quick and get off me – but since coming home, he has been very different.”
It seems she suspected something. “Was Bill paying particular attention to any of the other female delegates?” I shook my head, “Not at all,” I said, “When he wasn’t at the conference, he was dining with me, or following up with the days notes and that.”
“Oh, then perhaps you could tell then, when I rang the hotel one day, I was told that Mr and Mrs were out for the day, and not in their room.”
“Sorry, what?” I was dreading what was coming next.
“The hotel told me that neither of you were in your room. Note, the singular, not the plural.”
“Oh!” Sprung! “Oh look, they made a mess of the booking and instead of having two rooms, we had one. There was no other accommodation to be had, anywhere, so we shared the room. Bill slept on the couch and I slept in the bed. And, he was a perfect gentleman all the time.”
“I’m sure, so you didn’t see anything untoward?”
“No, nothing.” Phew, looks like we could get away with it.
“Well, thank you,” Ally said, “Thank you for everything.”
“I did nothing, but thanks anyway.”
“Oh you did a lot more than nothing I suspect,” Ally stated, “Would you mind telling me how you did it?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Did what?”
“OK, then, if that is how you want to play it. Bill came home and the first thing he did was to make love to me.”
“Eeuuww! I don’t want to know.”
“Oh yes you do, because if he didn’t leave your side then either you are covering up for him or he was fucking you.”
“Ally, please, Bill and I never fucked!”
“So I would have thought! Rob told me a long time ago about your problem with the Pill. What you didn’t know was that Rob did not know how to feel about the idea of oral sex, but I put it to him that if he loved you, or if he wanted to spend any time with you, then he would have to respect your wishes in this.”
“Rob told you?” I was aghast that he would breach our trust, or privacy.
“Yes, he did, Rob tells me everything. Look, unless you haven’t noticed, Rob is different than other people. He has serious trouble with explaining what he is feeling, if he is feeling anything at all. So he talks to me and asks me about what he should be feeling under what circumstances. He is getting better, but I have always suspected he wasn’t there at all when it comes to emotional things.”
“Oh, nonsense, he maintains a real professional detachment in highly emotional circumstances.”
“Oh really? What kind of professional detachment would a five year old boy need to have?” Ally countered, “He has had that detachment all his life. Look, I am not saying it is a bad thing for a doctor to have, but be aware that this is real for him. So he tells me everything and asks for a lot.”
“So what are you thinking?”
“About Bill? Simple, you gave him some serious lessons about oral sex. He paid attention and when he got home, it has been just out of this world, so thank you.” Ally reached over and hugged me. “I mean it, really. Bill’s tongue is just so loving, and I have had so many orgasms in the last four weeks that he has left me demanding more. I never knew how much of a slut I could be for him.”
This sounds familiar. I feel that way about Helena, so who am I to criticize? The hug was really appreciated but what happened next stunned me. Ally kissed me. I mean, she kissed me, on the lips, with a gentle passion that was similar to what I had with Helena. Before I could control myself, I kissed her back.
“I want you to show me, what you did to him,” Ally said, “And no I am not angry, I want more, I want to be better.”
So I did. That was the real end of the first part of my honeymoon, the second part is still going on. Rob and I are going back to Mitilini in two weeks, I wonder if Helena is still there.
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