I introduced you to Annie in my first contribution to Literotica. Annie and I continued our relationship during my business travels to Cyprus which have since ended as the company I worked for did not have their contract renewed. We still had some wonderful time together on the island.
I wanted to relate a different adventure Annie and I had on the island. One Sunday after an extremely tough work week, we got together and decided to drive up in the mountains to the highest point, Mount Troodos, which the locals call Mount Olympus. It's a scenic drive over very good roads (as long as you stay on the primary roads!). The landscape is breathtaking, rugged mountains, trees and the occasional wild mouflon (horned sheep). The locals brag that you can snow ski in the morning and then be on the beach relaxing in the afternoon, and they are right. It is less than an hour drive from the peak of Troodos to the beaches at Akrotiri, Paphos or even at Larnaca near the Turkish/Greek buffer zone and the prize beach at Agia Napa, pronounced "aiya napa" (or as we called it "Shag-a-Napa").
Troodos village is a mixture of souvenir shops, restaurants and street vendors hocking souvenirs and food, anything from figs to almonds to "Cypriot Delights" (a delicious gelatin candy coated in powdered sugar), candied walnuts, lace and a myriad of other things. We stopped and picked up a few snacks to enjoy as we drove. Annie loved to just ride along and enjoy the scenery and since it was summer time she always seemed to wear something semi-revealing. I always suspected it was to keep my attention on her as much as the roads! While we were driving up the mountain, she kept teasing me by flashing her own "hills" when I was trying to concentrate on the curves...maybe I should have stopped and given hers more attention?
I decided to take the drive down the north side of the mountainp past the ski area to Kakopetria, a nice vacation village with shops, grain mill, stream, and lots of restaurants. We pulled into the village, parked and walked to a little "taverna" for a nice lunch. We split a village salad, my favorite, tomato, onion, kalamata olives and delicious feta cheese with olive oil and vinegar dressing and fresh baked slices of bread and a chicken souvla. We sat and ate and Annie, as usual, was teasing. She kept running her foot up my leg and teasing inside my shorts as far as she could go. Luckily, there were not many others in the restaurant to see her being so naughty. After lunch, we walked the streets to the main shopping area and checked out local crafts, lace and woodworks, as well as the typical junk souvenirs. She wasn't really interested in shopping much so we walked back to the car and as I opened her door to let her in, she pulled me to her and kissed me, she had her hand down my pants in a second grabbing my manhood. I felt pretty uncomfortable and pulled away and she laughed because she knew I was very self-conscious about being too amorous in public.
I climbed back in the driver's seat which by the way is on the right side in Cyprus. It was something I got used to fairly quickly but could be somewhat problematic when coming back to the states! I kept having trouble exiting parking lots on the wrong side which gives American drivers a case of the ass and I've been given the "universal sign of oneness" a few times. We then headed back to her home in the hills at a village called Kalo Chorio via the back roads.