Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... Chicago,” he said, pausing. “I want to go to America someday and make money.” When he left, I looked out at the Mediterranean and marveled at how calm the blue water seemed. I drank my beer and enjoyed the view and the quiet. After a few minutes, I heard a sound inside the café and was stunned to see a young, petite woman wearing a tight, very short black skirt and a white low cut peasant blouse that barely covered her large breasts. When I saw how the owner greeted her, I couldn't believe how young and beautiful she was. That’s why he was on the phone. He called her. Just like the Kit Kat Club, owners wanted women to seduce men to buy them drinks. When she stood in the doorway between the café and the patio, she hesitated a moment, took a deep breath, as if gathering nerve, then, somewhat shyly, walked to my table, and I could see her breasts and nipples through the thin material of her white blouse. As she came closer, I was dazzled by her dark eyes gazing into mine, her full sensual lips with a slight smile, her radiant olive skin, high cheek bones, and long, wild dark hair curling half way down her back. Dangling earrings swung as she walked and a necklace with a small cross rested just above her cleavage. “May I sit with you,” she asked in a sweet, soft voice, and when I said yes, she sat in the wooden chair next to mine. I could see she knew why she was here but seemed a little uncomfortable and uncertain. I couldn’t tell her age but sensed she was not experienced with ...

... what she was called to do by the owner; yet, here she was smiling at me, looking into my eyes, leaning forward, clearly wanting me to see her large breasts. “I’m Annika. I would like to keep you company. Do you mind?” “Hello, Annika. My name is Peter. I like your name.” “I am glad to meet you.” She shook my hand and held it for a few seconds before letting it go and looked at me with a shy, sweet smile on her lips. She’s so different, I thought, fascinated by her. She spoke excellent English with a slight accent and a soft voice and manner. The contrast between the Kit Kat Club and the Arcadia Café, high on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean, couldn’t have been more different. I imagined the place in town was probably now a shambles after the fighting. I couldn’t believe my good fortune to be in such a wonderful spot with a beautiful and sexy, young woman, who seemed both shy and brazen, looking at me with big brown eyes, but there was something about her slight smile, her sensuous lips that was both innocent and inviting. “Can I buy you a drink,” I asked, knowing that was what was expected and, at the same time, getting aroused by the way she looked at me with that sweet smile, how she leaned forward, revealing her breasts, and felt my own expectations getting hard in my jeans. “That would be very kind of you. I like you. You have nice eyes.” “So do you. You’re very beautiful,” I said, glancing at her cleavage, then at her brown eyes smiling into mine and noticed her soft, ...