Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... girl and I soon found out she was particularly keen to satisfy her taste for cock. She reminded me of a young Lauren Bacall but I kept that adolescent fantasy to myself. I quickly steered her away from all the island's would-be Casanovas, most of whom wore wedding rings and worked waiting tables at my favourite taverna in Kionia.

“Wow, this place is beautiful,” she said upon first seeing the villa, “What did you say it was called?”

“Villa Deianieria.Dei-a-ni-er-i-a,”I repeated in my best imitation of a Greek accent. -“She was the wife of Heracles and his unwitting killer, or so the myth says.”

“It's a long name.”

“Weare in Greece.”

She smiled sweetly and turned to me, “When do I move in?”

Being from the American mid-west, Jacqueline had absolutely no experience of the sea and I would often amaze and alarm her with how long I could hold my breath underwater. One day I emerged from the placid waters with a gift for her; the fine skeleton of a long-dead sea urchin. For a dead thing, it was not an unattractive prize in sculptured shades of blue, red and purple. She was greatly impressed and touched by it. That night we made love, and although it was not the first time, I felt true passion and earnestness in her where before she had seemed somewhat inhibited as she fought against her instinctive reluctance.

I watched the pleasant spectacle of her svelte form departing for the bathroom later that night. She returned with a bottle of raki and two tiny glasses ...

... but in her other hand, she held up a pair of black satin and lace panties.

“Look what I found in the bathroom.”

Anxious and more than a little annoyed, I shook my head and opted for selective honesty.

“Oh, they must belong to the woman who moved out a couple of weeks ago. She often used the bathtub up here… I never caught her name.”

But Jacqueline wasn't listening. She handed me the bottle and the glasses then held the panties up to the light.

“What do you think, if I give them a wash. They're about my size and they look brand new. Do you think they'd suit me?”

“No.”

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Was there a ghost in the house that needed the skills of Cornelius Agrippa to expel? I was no exorcist but I nonetheless conducted a ceremony of my own devising at around 2 am. With Jacqueline as my willing acolyte.

We had both taken communion with raki several times by 2 am and if it didn't exactly inspire us with religious zeal, it did make us horny, very horny. I made her kneel by the wall in exactly the right place. She was quick to catch on despite all that she had drunk, putting her hand firmly around the base of my cock and feeding the rest into her mouth. She worked on my cock with joyous abandon; kissing the full length of my shaft and returning it to her mouth where she used every skill at her disposal to make me blow down her throat.

She had somehow picked up excellent oral skills somewhere in St Louis, where she had always lived, and had me hard in no time. With ...