I'd been working a job in the Mediterranean for a couple of years and developed a friendship with Annie, a British ex-pat I met at a restaurant. We had completed our job at sea and went to a local restaurant one of our divers recommended. Annie and her serving partner, a little Cypriot kid, worked their asses off taking care of 12 of us at the table. We ordered the meat "mezzie" and if you've never had one, think of an unlimited buffet of everything on a menu. They were on it all night long and after we ate and finished four or five rounds of "Zavania", the local moonshine made from winemaking leftovers, we were preparing to return to our hotels. After we put the money together at the end of the evening, I rolled up a 20 Euro note and shook hands and slipped the money to Anne with big thanks, a wink and a smile. She had been flirting with all of us all evening and we appreciated that plus the hard work she had put in and the added attention.
Over the next few weeks I came back a few times and she quietly let me in on a few of the restaurants dirty little secrets, especially when it came to food freshness for "tourists" and how it differed from the locals quality. She also told me how the owners stiffed the staff of their tips, taking all of the money for themselves. After a couple more times of eating only salads, I never went back to the restaurant, however, I did stay in touch with Annie. I even tutored her daughter in math since she was having issues with fractions and such. As an engineer, I tried to make it practical and not just book problems. After gradually developing a friendship over the next few months, things stayed on a friendly basis for the next year.
Well, fast-forward 2 years and Annie and I see each other whenever I fly in to work. I insist she stay at my hotel and use the room when I'm away at sea. The little "house" she rents has no AC and the plumbing is suspect to say the least. She had since returned her daughter to her dad in the UK. Our relationship was never supposed to turn into something sexual, but after many days and nights together, driving in the mountains, walking on the beaches and eating a couple of meals together every day or so, I felt more and more in love with her. Annie did not give her passions easily, she had been burned so many times by guys with lies and stories and promises that never came through. She had dropped in to visit her last boyfriend unannounced on a Sunday afternoon only to find him in bed with a Filipino maid. She swore she'd never give her heart or say she loved anyone else again.
Annie was a beautiful brunette with great breasts and a body to die for. She wasn't perfect, she had a few pounds that were all in the right places and I certainly never minded having her on my arm when we went out. She was by far the sexiest dresser I'd ever known and her wardrobe seemed endless! Annie was all about fun and we never ceased to laugh and have a good time when we were together. The only serious times were when she was relating her childhood and the accident that almost cost her life and left her with a lifetime of pain and a mother who was oblivious to her trials with her step dad. The plastic surgeon was an artist and she looked great but the mental pains have never truly been erased.
On this particular trip, she had been expecting a visit from her daughter and her daughter's dad. They never married but Ron was an exceptional father and provided for her well. Since I had a nice SUV rented, I agreed to pick them up at the airport as we often did when they flew in from the UK. Annie was making sexual innuendos as she always did when she was in a good mood. As we started to the airport, she checked the flight and it was going to be about 45 minutes late landing. She asked me to take the last exit before the airport and get her a roll of mints. I stopped in and grabbed a few bottles of water for us and her mints. She looked up at me with that mischievous gleam in her eyes and I knew from the first time we went parking on the shore on the local beach that something fun was in store. That first night it was just making out a bit and she made sure the carload of guys a bit down the beach got their eyes full. She even pulled her pants down to expose her bright pink g-string undies as she flashed her ass out the window. She then put her feet up on the windshield so the guys were yelling and whistling as I drove away! We laughed about that all the way back to the hotel.
