Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... American sailor and you want to have a good time.” “Yes, I do want to have a good time.” I liked how blatantly honest we were being, how tantalizing and erotic, and how amazing it was to be here on this hilltop in the middle of nowhere with this young, vulnerable, beautiful, sexy woman with her foot on my cock, the cleavage from her large breasts showing and straining against her white blouse. With her sweet brown eyes on mine, she finished her wine, then slowly licked her lower lip, then her upper lip. Damn, I want that tongue on my cock. “Would you buy me another glass of wine?” she asked, lifting up her empty glass. “Of course,” I said and nodded, but I didn’t want to stand up and go for the owner with this big tent in my jeans. “I will bring you another drink. I want to serve you.” She pressed her foot harder against my cock, before removing it, then walked barefooted to the entrance of the café, her hips swaying slightly, the tight, short skirt barely covering her ass. She turned and looked at me, knowing where I was looking and smiled, then called to the owner, “Paul, bring us two more drinks.” She turned to me and smiled, then added “Two glasses of white wine.” When she returned to the table, rather than sitting down, she stood in back of me, put her arms around me, kissed the back of my head, then pressed her breasts against my shoulders and slowly moved her hand down my chest, reaching her hand between my legs and started rubbing my bulging cock with her palm. Oh my ...

... God, she's driving me crazy. I closed my eyes, loving the sensation of her hand rubbing my hard cock, her large soft breasts pressed against my shoulders, her mouth kissing my head before moving to my ear and licking and tickling my ear lobe. Then she gripped the length of my cock and squeezed, “ Mmm, so big and hard.” Just then, Paul cleared his throat at the patio door and came to the table with two glasses of white wine. Annika glanced at him, then stopped holding my cock and sat down across from me. I thanked Paul and he nodded and smiled. Annika looked up at him. “Thank you for calling me and introducing me to this handsome sailor.” She glanced back at me, then at the bulge between my legs. Paul nodded and looked at both of us, then smiled, bowed slightly and left. Annika turned to me. “Thank you for buying me another glass of wine.” “It’s my pleasure. We’re here to have fun, aren’t we?” “Yes, I want us to have fun.” She again lifted her glass to mine, her eyes sparkling, then laughed, “To fun.” “Yes, to fun,” I added, clicking her glass, smiling at her exuberance and vitality, still sensing she was performing, becoming what she was expected to be, but also hiding who she was and sensed her sadness and vulnerability. I took a sip of the sweet wine while she took a big gulp, drinking half the glass, and I knew by the way she was drinking, she wanted to get drunk and was leading the way to both of us getting drunk and buying more of Paul’s wine. I knew that’s why he called ...