I was working on a long-running project for a Greek client. The project dragged on far longer than originally foreseeable and took me much more than originally planned. At one point, I found myself boarding the plane to Athens on Monday morning, flying back on Thursday evening, taking care of various administrative matters at headquarters on Friday, only to have the same cycle start again on Monday morning.
The whole thing was already exhausting under normal conditions. But at some point during August in the Athens summer heat, it became seriously unbearable. I came to an agreement with the client and my employer that I didn’t necessarily have to fly back for every Friday, as long as I could get the work done elsewhere.
I subsequently took to boarding a ferry to one of the countless Greek islands on Thursday evenings instead of a plane. I rented somewhere in resorts, the main thing was that there was beach access, good restaurants in the area and a reliable Internet connection. August is high season in Greece. Occasionally I found myself forced to book higher room categories to get anything at all. Actually a waste for me alone – but I enjoyed the luxury.
One Thursday evening I arrived late at my hotel after a good two and a half hour journey. At about the same time as my cab, a bus full of package tourists drove up. Accordingly, it was full and busy in the lobby. I had after the exhausting week and the advanced time no desire to stay longer than absolutely necessary in the lobby. I quickly pushed my way through the other travelers to the reception.
It took the receptionist a tantalizingly long time to find my reservation in the system. When he found it, he looked visibly embarrassed. He explained to me that there had been a problem, they were overbooked and therefore had to downgrade me one room category. I had been upgraded several times before, but never downgraded. This news alone was not likely to raise my spirits, but I didn’t particularly care either. I just asked how much cheaper the other room would cost me per night than the one I had originally booked.
At that moment, any embarrassment on the part of my counterpart evaporated and he explained to me in a polite absolutely professional tone that unfortunately a discount could not be granted because I had chosen a non-refundable rate when making my booking. I was admittedly impressed with the professionalism with which the receptionist put across this impertinence and made it seem almost plausible that a refund was not possible even if the hotel had downgraded. It took me about a second and a half to get my argumentation tirade straight in my head and another half second to think better of it. Instead of arguing with this professional, I threw a Hollywood-style tantrum. I got so loud that even the last person in the crowded reception could hear what we were discussing. In the end, we agreed that I would be credited three times the difference between the value of the two different reservations as a credit for room service, restaurants, spa, etc (so much for the margin they are putting on such purchases). I probably could have spent the next three days on the massage table drinking only champagne instead of water with that.
After that was clarified, I had my suitcases demonstratively carried to the room. As I left, I caught the somewhat disturbed look of an attractive red-haired woman with ice-blue eyes. After a thorough inspection, my new room turned out to be more than adequate. It was a ground-level double room with a small terrace that opened directly onto a pool, and a large bathroom. I decided for myself that I still got a good deal and enjoyed my stay.
The next morning I went to breakfast early. After all, I still had to work. On the terrace at breakfast, only one other guest was sitting alone at a table when I arrived. It was the redhead I had seen after my performance the night before. On my way to the buffet, I nodded at her with a smile as I passed. I got back a rather strained smile.
Apart from her full red hair, her corresponding very fair skin and her ice-blue eyes, she still stood out by the fact that she was heavily tattooed on her left arm up to the shoulder area and she had a really big bust. The top she wore revealed a really nice symmetrical cleavage.
I got myself an orange juice and decided on the way back that perhaps it would be appropriate to explain my performance yesterday. I asked her if I could sit with her. I was allowed. I explained to her what had happened and what I was actually doing here. That thawed her out. Marie – that was her name – explained to me in turn that she was not quite so happy with her stay. She had booked the vacation with her boyfriend. But the relationship had broken up a few weeks ago. She had gone alone anyway out of spite, but it was the first time she had ever been to the Mediterranean and she didn’t quite know what to do, especially since her budget was quite manageable, since she alone had to pay for the room for two.
I explained to her that she would do me a favor if she would please have a nice day at the beach or at the spa and have everything billed to my room. She refused. I could understand that – the offer could objectively seem a bit creepy. I explained to her that I couldn’t use this absurd budget anyway and that someone would have to use it, otherwise it would expire. Her defenses crumbled. I seized the opportunity and waved one of the waiters over. I told him to see that the lady – if she wished – got an appointment at the spa and that anything she claimed would please be booked to room 427. I paused for a moment and, turning to Marie, said, “May I invite you to join me for dinner as well?” She smiled, which I took as approval. I asked the waiter have a light dinner served at eight o’clock in my room.
I was admittedly very pleased with myself as I headed back to my room to get to work with the air conditioner running and the curtains drawn. I called it an early night, treated myself to a dip in the pool and a long shower before it was time for dinner.
Marie was on time to the minute. She wore a loose floor-length summer dress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was elaborately pinned up and, unlike at breakfast, she now wore striking makeup.
“You look good.” I tell her honestly surprised by her greatly changed appearance even before I invited her in.
“Thank you.”
“There’s already a place set on the patio. The food should be here any minute.” We sat down. And a few minutes later, the food came, too. We talked about this and that. Marie told me in detail about her day at the beach and her trip to the spa including an appointment with the hairdresser and stylist. The result spoke for itself and Marie had obviously enjoyed it very much. She was in a good mood and exuded an attractive confidence. This did not seem to escape the waiter, whom I caught a time or two resting his gaze on Marie a little too long when the food was brought in.
To the dessert I got us another champagne from the minibar. We both picked at our dessert a bit. The sun had set in the meantime. The underwater lights in the pool came on, bathing the surroundings all around in bluish light. I got up and turned off all the lights in the room and on the patio. The dim bluish light allowed a glimpse of the stars.
“Shall we enjoy the view?” I asked Marie and held out my hand to her. I led her to the daybed that stood against the partition wall to the terrace of the neighboring room. We sat down. One look at the stars and a few seconds later we were making out like teenagers. I reached for Marie’s breast and felt her hard nipple. I slid one strap of her dress and bra over her shoulder, exposing her breast. I ran my thumb over her nipple and gave her a kiss. Marie’s skin gave off a pleasant floral spicy smell. Her skin was velvety soft. “Was that the peeling or are you always so soft?” I teased her.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’ve even been waxed….” I could hear her smiling broadly as she did so. I slid my hand down to the hem of her dress, slid my hand underneath and ran it up along her leg. I continued all the way up without stopping. Marie opened her legs a little more. I was greeted by a sultry dampness. I pushed her panties aside and felt her pubic area. Everything was absolutely soft and smooth. Marie suppressed a noise. I stood up, offered her my hand and pulled her into the room with me.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. Marie stood close in front of me. I slipped the straps of her dress on the other side and caressed her breasts. Marie dropped her dress while I undid the clasp of her bra. Marie sat astride my lap. We made out, I ran my hands over her body, she tugged my shirt over my head. I held Marie tight and rolled us both to the side together until Marie was on her back. Now I stood in front of the edge of the bed. I started to take off my pants. But before I got far, Marie sat up again, tugged down my pants and boxers, and almost suddenly took my cock hard into her mouth a few times. I freed myself from the rest of my clothes. Bent down to Marie and grabbed the thin bands of her thong. She let herself sink backwards, stretched her legs in the air and thus allowed me to strip off her panties.
I held her by her feet and worked my way down her legs with a few kisses. As I moved down, I first pushed her legs towards her torso and finally apart. I sank my head between her legs. I liked the sight of Marie on her back with her legs drawn up and spread. I caressed her cleft a few times. Marie gutted with some approving noises and massaged her breasts to it.
“Come to me on the bed,” she urged me. I crawled onto the bed with her. We kissed each other. Marie turned though so that she moved her head toward my cock and turned her pussy toward me. We lay sideways in the 69 position. Marie immediately began greedily sucking my cock. At the same time she spread her legs invitingly. I bent down to her between her legs and licked her now wet pussy.
Normally I wasn’t a particular fan of the 69, but the enthusiasm with which Marie sucked on my cock and the view that was so sideways plus Marie’s obvious enthusiasm for the practice gave the act its own appeal. I clawed at Marie’s buttocks and pulled her to me as I alternately stretched my tongue into her pussy or circled her pearl.
It was time to put on one of the condoms that had been laid out. I rolled onto my back and slipped one on. Marie came over me into the cowgirl position without being asked. Slowly she settled down on top of me. I remember very well how surprised I was at how tight she was built. Marie straightened up on top of me, loosened her hairstyle and let her hair fall. Then she began to ride me with steady movements of her hips. She supported herself on my chest. She obviously knew what she liked and maneuvered my cock to where she liked it.
She looked to me completely focused on herself. Almost on a mission to reach orgasm. I limited myself to stroking her and taking in her movements with my pelvis from below. I could feel and hear the tension building in her body. I enjoyed the sight of the attractive woman on top of me. It wasn’t too long before Marie came with audible pleasure. She lay down on top of me. I was also already close to orgasm. I pressed Marie’s pelvis on mine, put my knees up a bit and penetrated her a few times with deeper movements before I too came to orgasm and poured myself out.
We lay tightly embraced on top of each other. We were both breathing heavily. Marie whispered in my ear. “Thank you.” before she disappeared into the bathroom.
We spent the rest of the evening and a good part of the weekend in bed, where we loved to lick champagne from each other’s bodies.
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