Note- This is a work of fiction and anything resembling real events is a complete coincidence.
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London, February 28th, 2018.
Emma Watson looked out of the window of her North West London apartment and gave a heavy sigh. In the background the television weatherman told of the 'Beast of the East' which was a blast of freezing Siberian air that had hit the capital. The snow and chilly wind had brought chaos to the entire region and three inches of the white stuff had settled outside. A red weather alert had been issued, with the promise of more bone chilling weather to come with the ironically named 'Storm Emma.' So she decided there and then to chase the sun and fly to the Mediterranean.
Emma was still engrossed in her online research into female sexual pleasure and considered this lull in between filming a chance to verify some things. She had heard that Greek men were the perfect lovers and had all the right moves in the bedroom. Her main objective was to learn more about the elusive and frustrating G-Spot. So she took the only available flight remaining that day to the small island of Mykonos, just off of Greece itself.
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Flying British Airways via Athens the delicate and attractive young English woman arrived on the picturesque island. It had become one of the most renowned tourist destinations in recent years and boasted a vibrant nightlife, and Mykonos was also known for being very gay friendly. In the Spring the sun shone and reached a pleasant seventy degrees, a significant contrast to icy London thought Emma.
She had chosen the Santa Marina Hotel to stay at, a luxurious and stylish choice with the only private beach on the island. Just south of Mykonos Town, the simple stone and whitewashed walls combined with a hardwood flooring and bamboo furniture. Complete with its Buddha Bar and restaurant there were two infinity pools, sauna, steam room and fitness centre.
"Good day Miss Watson, welcome to the Santa Marina."
She smiled demurely at the manager as she went to check in and was shown to a suite with a king sized bed and black and beige marbled bathroom. The private terrace led out back through ceiling glass doors for a stunning view of the sea. After unpacking her single suitcase Emma dined alone on a supper of wok fried beef and chicken dumplings, washed down by fresh lime juice. The Buddha Bar was decorated with stonework statues and Asian influenced art which she found amusing. She watched the sunset then turned in for a dreamless and untroubled sleep.
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Bright and early the next morning Emma played with her Galaxy Tablet and began her diary for the trip. She intended to keep a log of her adventures for later entry into the research website she subscribed to. Strolling down to the private beach after breakfast, she covered her head with a big floppy hat and oversized square framed sunglasses. The beach was deserted as she laid down a towel and her soft bag and undid her crochet lace tube dress with the split up the right leg. Left in her black bikini with the self tie sided bottoms she laid out in the heat of the sun.
"This is more like it," she sighed and smiled to herself as she bathed in the dry heat.
She was greatly impressed by the contrast of the white buildings with the blue doors and the blue sea lapping at the bleached white sand.
"Beautiful," she mused.
After a while Emma dared to remove her bikini top and laid on her back topless. She reached into her bag and retrieved her bottle of Hawaiian Tropic tanning lotion and smeared it liberally into her 32B breasts. As the sun rose she turned onto her stomach and boldly undid the tie sides of her bottoms and left just a decent enough amount to cover her modesty. The centre of the fabric nestled between the cheeks of her pert bum and she placed her big hat over the back of her head.
"Miss?"
Emma had not closed her eyes for long when the hot sun silhouetted the figure of a man looming over her.
"Oh, I thought this was a private beach."
She stammered and turned over and covered her bare upper body with her outstretched right arm. Luckily the bikini bottoms somehow managed to protect her modesty by hiding her Mons pubis. Her toes bunched in the soft sand underfoot as she tried to compose herself.
"Forgive me Miss, my name is Marios and I work here at the Santa Marina."
Emma lowered her shades and looked at the classic frame of an Adonis. Six feet tall with a shock of thick black hair and dark eyes he oozed sexual energy from every part of his bared muscular body. Toned but not brawny, he sported a finely sculpted torso and six pack on a hairless frame, his complexion a pleasant olive colour. The petite English rose took in his chiselled jaw and strong cheekbones and felt her heart beat in her chest with a noticeable thump. As he stood closer her eye line was drawn to his tight fitting trunks which outlined a long tubular bulge at the front.
"Pleased to meet you, forgive me if I don't shake your hand." She kept her to her bosom.
The tall Greek male laughed and shook his hands in the air.
"I did not mean to intrude on your sun worshipping I just wanted to warn you of the dangers of burning, you seem so pale and beautiful."
"Why thank you, I'm Emma." She spoke in her clear soft voice.
He turned his back to her and she was presented with a view of his impossibly tight butt and broad shoulders.
"I let you get straight, is that the phrase?"
Emma quickly adjusted her bikini bottoms and threw her top back on. She stood up and her dainty feet sank into the white sand.
"Thank you, I am presentable once more."
Marios turned to face her and looked at the slender but very fit woman. Barely five feet five the graceful Emma had a porcelain complexion and light brown hair with warm honey highlights. Her eyes had a dreamy effect with the heavy lids and her perfectly groomed brows. She had a long elegant neck and a slim figure with small breasts which despite the size looked perfect for her lithe stature. They were the type that looked superb from any angle. Her legs were trim and toned and her cute posterior looked divine.
"You are the epitome of the English woman, no? Excuse my poor grasp of your wonderful language."
"Most kind, er, Marios?"
He nodded and gave her that smile again as he kept his eyes on her enchanting looks. Her pale skin contrasted with her black bikini delightfully, and the hunk of a man particularly liked how her bottoms rose up between her buttocks and pussy mound. They stood speechless face to face for an uneasy period of time in which Emma had to fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.
"Well, I suppose I should head back." She blushed bright red with the realisation that her nipples were erect and pointing straight out of her top.
"Hey, say hello to my cousin Kristos, he works behind the bar."
Emma hurried off to the hotel and took a short cut through the Buddha Bar, where she saw the bartender who was probably about six feet one and totally hot! With medium length dark brown hair and trim beard he cleaned a beer glass with a cloth as he caught her gaze. He smiled with perfect white teeth and his cheeks dimpled as he did so and Emma felt butterflies in her stomach. Smartly dressed in a white shirt and blue slacks he tapped the glass with a manicured finger to suggest she partake in a drink. Emma smiled back and shook her head, she needed to get back to her room as soon as possible. The bottoms of her swimwear had increasingly riding against the crack of her butt as she walked.
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Once in her room Emma went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cool water and reflected on her morning. She sat at the table that looked out at the sea and began to enter a few notes on her tablet. In the distance she could just make out the dark figure of Marios on the beach and her body began to shiver with that unmistakable tingle of sexual desire.
"I simply must have him." She purred.
Slipping out of her bikini Emma padded naked to the king size bed and laid on her back with her legs bent at the knees. The air conditioning felt good as she closed her eyes and began to imagine nice things.
"Yes, Marios will be ideal."
Emma started by fondling her natural breasts and pinching the nipples that resembled fresh berries. She pictured Marios in her minds eye, the firmness of his body, the hard white teeth and of course his erect cock. Her right hand moved slowly from her boob and along her flat stomach, then lower and lower to the tiny tuft of light hair that she had kept trim above her pussy. Her rump bucked back and forth along the top of the bed as her fingertips slid through the pubic hair and reached the meat of her muff.
"Mmmm." She moaned softly.
Her middle finger disappeared into her honey box and emerged moist with her wetness. Excited now and decidedly horny the little sex kitten felt a bead of her fluid run slowly out and down her ass crack in an erotic trickle. She imagined Marios placing his tongue on her pussy and swiping it up and down and replicated how that might feel with the palm of her hand.
"Lick me darling." She said sliding her hand on her mound, teasing herself by letting her tension build and avoiding her clitoris.
Her thighs closed together and trapped her hand, relishing the pressure on her cunt. She opened them with a breathy sigh and used two fingers to slip inside her aching quim and frig herself, pressing her palm down on her hooded clit.
Emma lifted her head and watched her own fingers move in and out with short, firm strokes, her thighs trembling with her heightened pleasure. She clenched her buttocks and bit her lower lip as her rate quickened and her fingers made cute wet slapping noises. Her nipples were achingly hard as her body writhed on the bed, and her feet tapped urgently as she made louder squeals of delight.