He nodded, still groggy and looked down to see that he had indeed come to the kitchen naked, having left his clothes somewhere. Helena made him a cup of tea while Tamara made Nicholas a plate of food. He looked at them with bewilderment. He felt conflicted and confused. Their curvy figures in their small silk robes distracted his mind from his thoughts.
“We are headed to the village where we will meet with the girls returning with the boat.” Helena said as he ate a plum.
“What do you do in the town?” He asked.
“Not much, I am afraid. It is a pretty small place, but it has its charms. Of all the places on this earth, I like this one probably the most. This island has everything a girl like me could want,” Helena said.
“I like the market!” Tamara said. Helena turned to her and nodded in agreement. They both smiled at each other then turned back to Nicholas.
“Hurry up, and you can come with us to town!” Helena said after watching him eat for a moment. He quickly ate a slice of bread with honey, half an orange, some oats and yogurt, then ran to grab some clothes.
***
Outside he found Helena and Tamara standing in sandals and hats, each carrying a bag slung over one shoulder, and each wearing a small, light, immensely revealing sun dress that displayed their deep cleavage and short enough to cover as little as possible.
“We love to go to the village. It is the best, Nicholas!” Helena said. “Cute little place. I love walking around town or looking at books in the library. The locals are fun and stay to themselves.”
“Let’s depart, dear sister!” Tamara said as she wrapped herself in his arm. They set off across the island, crossing a short field and finding a trodden path to follow.
Nicholas looked out over the beautiful rugged landscape of the island. Rocky hills, rolling green fields and a variety of trees spotted everywhere, and the sapphire sea surrounded everything. Walking with a beautiful woman on each arm gave him enough spring in his step to chase away the fog in his mind from the night before and the morning after.
After walking what felt like two miles, Nicholas scanned the landscape and saw a few red tiled rooves and a white bell tower distantly. The sun still rose in the sky, and Nicholas could see a faint lavender hue leftover from the dawn. It still looked early in the day. Continuing to examine the area, he saw that the path on which they traveled diverged outside a grove of trees with one path obviously leading to town and another leading away into the hills in the middle of the island.
On a small hill adjacent to the path, Nicholas could see clearly the town and its small size. It looked like maybe a few thousand lived in it. They passed a young boy leading sheep across the path into an adjacent field, and Nicholas looked at the boy as he stared at him with the two women.
“Thanatonisi!” Helena said and grabbed Nicholas arm, and Tamara took the other as they quickened their pace to town. On the hill overlooking the village, Nicholas saw the town resting around a small harbor, dotted with boats, yachts and fishers. They passed a few shepherds and their flocks. With each shepherd they passed, they turned and stared at Helena and Tamara walking along the path. More and more small, stone walls and old foundations dotted the area around the path.
They finally stepped onto a cobbled stone path at the outskirts of town. Passing a small house on either side after walking past a few farms and orchards, Nicholas saw people stare at them passing. Before long, they wandered through the upper streets, making their way to a busy canopied market downhill in the center of town.
“Fisherman and other people come from a ways around here to trade for the pearls they get on the island. The pearls are very irregular, and that is in style now, so I always see more people here every time I come. Used to be only a few hundred. Now a few thousand and a few hotels,” Tamara said as we turned onto a wide street leading downhill directly to the bustling market. Nicholas saw people standing around and talking, smoking, drinking, eating and wandering the streets. He saw a few gorgeous women that looked straight at him as though they knew him, and he passed a few older men that stared at him, giving Nicholas odd looks.
The market filled the air with a variety of interesting smells. Spices, food cooking, olives, smelly people and tobacco smoke slowly merged with the smell of the sea and fish.
“Let me know if you want to get anything, Nicholas,” Helena said, holding his hand a little tighter. She turned to up the hill toward the bell tower and pointed at it. “In three hours, we should be meeting Lily and Violet down near the harbor. So meet back here if we get separated.”
Helena and Tamara led Nicholas through the crowd into a few stalls to buy some fruit. Tamara looked through a basket of peaches, gathering a few in hand. Helena looked over lemons and pomegranates. He watched her bending over and digging through lemons in a huge basket. He watched her ass slowly hanging out as her dress hiked higher and higher as she bent further into the huge basket. After picking a dozen, Helena placed them one after another into her bag, then grabbed a few coins to put in the seller’s hand. Helena spoke for a brief moment with the girl selling fruit in the stall, and he looked at Tamara wandering into the next stall to some apples.
Tamara held the front of her dress to use to hold apples she picked from the cart. He watched her pulling the front of her skirt forward in one hand as she grabbed apples. Nicholas stared at her pussy hanging out under her skirt. The man selling the apples looked thrilled to see her and stared at her as well, but after she grabbed a half a dozen apples, a man from another stall whispered in his ear. Nicholas watched the grin on the man’s face drop quickly. Tamara playfully held the apples in her skirt before the man, and he accepted her money.
“Nicholas, will you help me with these?” Tamara said, holding the apples in her skirt. He pulled her bag from her shoulder and opened it to help place them within it. After putting the last apple in her bag, she thanked him with a smile and a wink and turned to go to another merchant, and Nicholas reached up her dress and pinched her round ass. She squeaked with excitement and surprise, turned and kissed him. He laughed at her and continued walking with her, looking at fruits and vegetables.
Coming to a stall selling olive oil in exotic looking bottles, Helena and Tamara squatted to look closely at the labels. Nicholas looked through the crowd, spotting another beautiful woman with wild curly brown hair tied up on her head, wearing a small, revealing dress. Her eyes met his, and he felt transfixed, her green eyes hypnotized him as she stared. The sounds and scents of the market and sea faded for a foggy moment, but Helena grabbed him by the arm to direct his attention.
“Nicholas, I need you to carry the nex few things, if you do not mind. Anything you want before we head to the bookshop?” Helena said as she pointed to different stalls then in another direction. He nodded and looked again for the woman he saw, but she had disappeared into the crowd.
Nicholas followed Helena as she wandered through purchasing asparagus, almonds, eggplant, and jars of honey and jam. Her bag filled quickly. Nicholas continued looking through the crowd, and his eyes stopped on another woman staring at him. She was slender and well built with wavy blond hair hanging over her shoulders. Her gold eyes held his attention for a moment before Helena held out her hand and grabbed his. He looked at Helena smiling at him, then looked out again, but he had lost sight of the blond woman. Helena continued walking, and he followed wit her, carrying the purchesed items in a cloth bag.
“Looking for someone, Nicholas?” Helena asked.
“Just thought I saw someone I knew,” he murmured, thinking and mulling over the jumble of experiences from the past few days. His thoughts quickly diminished as he caught sight of a woman approaching him in the market as he walked with Helena.
The woman stood medium height and had beautiful black, wavy hair in a long ponytail reaching her lower back. Her hair and beauty did not grab his attention; her completely nude body caught his attention. She hung a bag in the crook of her elbow as she wandered through the market and passed Helena and Nicholas. He stared at her, mystified at her shapely body and perky breasts, and her pink nipples standing in the sun. The woman gave a longing look to Nicholas as he passed her in the crowd. He looked up and down her cute, small frame, her flat stomach and slender waist, her shapely legs and a small patch of pubic hair.
“Ooh, is she not delicious?” Helena said, gripping Nicholas’ arm tightly.
“Wh-why is she naked?”
“Hmm? Oh, Thanatonisi allows full nudity anywhere on the island in public. All the beaches are fully nude beaches. People are always walking around naked here,” Helena said.
“So why do you two not go nude?” He said.
“Oh, yeah? You want me to get naked?” Tamara teased while looking at plums and apricots, and Nicholas stood and watched Tamara as she bent over to get a whiff of their aroma, giving him and anyone else a clear view up her short dress. “The apricots smell delicious.”
“Maybe we should. What do you say, sister? Should we do what he asks?” Helena said.
After Tamara handed Nicholas some apricots and plums for him to carry, she and Helena led him away from the plaza down the street facing out to sea. He followed them around a corner with a cafe with people drinking wine and eating bread and continued past to a small, narrow street in a seemingly very old neighborhood with strangely shaped buildings with old doors and windows, and everything crowded together. They came to a small shop with heavy purple curtain in the window and written in hand painted letters: Krekrymivivlia. Helena pushed open the painted wooden door with a green bronze door knob.
***
End part 9 / Continued part 10
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