Sailing, Sun and Sex - Part 3 - Erotic Sex in the - Sex Stories

Sailing, Sun and Sex - Part 3 - Erotic Sex in the

It's Monday and we have a wee lie in after the previous days travel and sexual exertions. Eventually rising at 10, we shower and have a light breakfast before climbing up the hill to the old village which clings precariously on the edge of a steep wooded hillside. It's a twenty minute haul but well worth the effort. The views from the small taverna's veranda are spectacular taking in the many beautiful islands dotted around the crystal clear sea and the mountainous mainland. Drinking fresh orange juice we soak up the scenery whilst chatting endlessly. Lunchtime is soon upon us and we go for tiger prawns, a portion of chips (fries) to share and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. We chat on, soaking up the ambience and savouring our lunch. The prawns are succulent, the chips just right and washed down by the cool wine, it's a snack for kings. After lunch we explore the delightful little village with its narrow, cobbled streets, white-washed cottages, terraced houses and spectacular views before winding our way back down to the boat. Stopping off at Rick and Jenny's boat we join them for yet another glass of vino before returning to 'Adios'. As we are sailing off to a nearby bay to anchor for the night, we say our goodbyes and arrange to meet later in the week. We're soon under way and as we motor out of the bay. I unfurl the sails with Suzy at the helm keeping us into the wind. She catch on fast and I'm delighted. I kill the engine and we bear away across the cool northerly breeze, ...

... sailing east to Ormos Kapali, a secluded bay a little further along the islands coast. With Suzy at the helm I coach her with the odd little nudge to keep us on course. We're happy in our own little world sailing serenely along. An hour or so later we furl the sails and prepare to anchor. Rounding into the bay we find it deserted, Perfect solitude. We drop the anchor, I row ashore with a long-line, take it around a tree and returning to the boat tighten the line and tie it to a stern cleat. With all secure and tidy we sit back on the side benches and sip a long cool beer. After a refreshing shower and tart up we row ashore and set off to walk through the woods into Vathi to eat at one of my favourite tavernas. An hour or so later, after a lovely meal and a bottle of wine we walk back to the bay, a little bit pissed. Without a word we stop in the woods and start to make out, kissing each other urgently and passionately. Our lips mash into each others, our tongues entwine as we hold each other tightly. One of her hands is on the back of my head, the other around my waist holding me tight while I fondle the firm globes of her gorgeous bum, pulling her close and feeling her mound against my hardening cock. We start grinding against each other, dry fucking through our shorts and frantically removing each others tops. We move a little way off the track to a small clearing before clinching again. I grab her tits in both hands, gently squeezing and kneading them, feeling her nipples ...