My family and I were traveling through Europe a few years ago when we decided to change our travel plans. We were in Greece at the time and the flight changes involved finding a travel agent who could speak English and make all the necessary booking changes. This is always my part in planning a trip, so my wife left it to me.
I got ready early one morning while the wife and kids fought about who would use the bathroom after me and walked into the travel agent's office next to the hotel. I was struck by the huge posters advertising the glorious Greek Isles, not because of the islands, but because each poster was graced by a gorgeous woman in a revealing bikini in various poses that aroused me. The poster for Santorini was a brunette in the blue strapless with her cleavage in the face of the viewer as she splashed out of the seawater. A blonde in a white bikini was lying on a beach on Crete and calling me to lie between her tanned thighs. Finally, just above the agent's chair were two women in mini skirts and very little else, sweating and grinding their way to seeming ecstasy with each other on some dance floor – the poster led me to believe that Corfu awaits me. Greece is an incredibly sexy place.
"Paragalo...may I help you?" the voice below the sexy twosome asked.
She was a dark eyed beauty with long, straight raven-black hair. Like many people in Greece, she could appear friendly without much of a smile. Her pouty lips were painted an inviting red.
"Hi, I was wondering if I could change my return flight to London with you."
Her fingers were already dancing on the keyboard before she said, "Let me see what I can do for you." The nameplate in front of her told me I was drooling over Tania.
She typed for a while and then asked me for my current tickets. As I handed them to her, she reached over her desk and I was given a generous hint of the most eye-catching cleavage ever. Tania was wearing a black suit jacket, but I could not see any hint of anything else as I saw nearly half of both her luscious breasts. They were tanned like the skin of the Crete woman on the poster to her right. I quickly lost myself in the poster again to avoid seeming like the leering lech this trip to Greece was making me into.
"For your family? You are married then?" she asked and appeared a little disappointed. I nodded and said they were upstairs in the hotel room. I hoped I sounded more like the family man I was and less like the boob-crazed pervert I was becoming.
She typed some more, turning her flaming, dark eyes to me every now and then. She stood up to look at some of the discount offerings she had on file. Her skirt came to the middle of her thighs and her legs were the same color as her delectable tits. Her ass was perfectly rounded, with no sign of panty lines. I wondered how much of her ass was tanned golden when she came back to her desk. She did not sit down. Instead she leaned over her desk to talk to me. I must have missed much of the dialog, because now I could see straight into her suit jacket. I could see the halves of her globes, juicy and firm like the breakfast grapefruit I had devoured this morning. I could even see past her cleavage to her taut belly. She was clearly wearing no bra and I could not imagine how she could keep those appetizing spheres aloft without the help of one. I tried to focus on her full lips instead. A slight overbite was visible through her pout
"I should be able to do it. Why don't you leave the tickets with me and will work on it this afternoon. You enjoy Athens."
"Thanks Tania, when should I come back to get them?" I asked hoping to see this Greek Goddess again.
"Why don't I bring them up to your hotel...maybe tomorrow. How is the afternoon at around 2?"
"Sounds perfect?" and it did. That was a time I could disconnect from my family, leaving them to buy souvenirs in the old Plaka market. I left her my room number and I walked out of the office with the same vision that I held for the rest of the day. My mouth on Tania's golden delicious boobs. Not that I had any real plans to do anything with her, I just wanted another opportunity, this time in private, to look at this paragon of Aegean femininity.
The next afternoon worked out well. My birthday was coming up soon after this trip so my wife actually asked me to leave them for a few hours in the afternoon so they could buy me a surprise. She never knew that those 3 hours were the best present she ever gave me.
I rushed back to the hotel room and waited for my sexy travel agent. I heard a confident knock on the door just before 2. I opened the door in a second and Tania stood there wearing almost an identical outfit to the one that had me up all night. In fact her jacket was open a little wider at the chest revealing the twin globes I lusted after. She followed my look down her chest, smiled and held out my air tickets.
"They are all done and ready."
"Thanks, come on in – you look warm." And she did. There was perspiration running down her throat and onto the smooth skin of her breasts. I wanted to catch that drop of sweat on my tongue.
"I'd love a drink of ice water, if you have that in the room." I motioned her in. Her skirt seemed shorter than yesterday's, and as she walked past me, I shamelessly admired the curve of her bottom and her tapering, golden-brown thighs. Tania's long, black hair, ran down to the center of her spine.
"Do you have any ice?" she asked accentuating her pout as I handed her the water. The ice machine was in the hallway, so I dashed out to get some in another glass. I had visions of returning to the room to find her sprawled naked on the bed running her hands under her stupendous tits, offering them to me.
I was almost disappointed to find her standing by the window when I returned. So much for being offered her breasts.
"You have a lovely view from here," she said admiring the streets of Athens.
"I sure do," I replied, never letting my eyes leave her shapely ass. She turned around and saw me staring at her body. She gave me a hint of a smile and sat down on the armchair by the window. My eyes never left her thighs that were even more exposed as her skirt ran up almost to where they met. I could see no hint of underwear.
She looked up at me staring at her body. I tore my eyes away from her curves and our eyes met. She reached one hand into the glass of ice water and picked up an ice cube.
"It's so hot in Athens this summer," she purred languorously, "I am so wet with the heat...I am melting." At least that is what I think she said because my mind shut off the moment she said that she was wet.
Tania held the cube between her forefinger and thumb and ran it from her forehead, down her straight nose to her red lips. Her tongue curled out for a split second and she licked the ice. She then opened her lips and sucked it, before running it down her chin and back up each of her lovely, lovely high cheekbones.
"See how hot I am," and I did, "the ice melts within seconds of touching my skin."
She then grabbed yet another ice cube and this time, after sucking it briefly, ran it down her neck. I could see goose bumps forming on her chest. I could see the trail of water from her neck, down her chest, as she took the cube on a tour I wanted to be on. She first ran it as far down her majestic cleavage as the suit would let her. Then she wet every square inch of exposed flesh.
Needless to say, by then my cock was standing straight up in the confines of my pants. A damp spot was forming through my boxers on the front of my khakis. My breathing was ragged. She looked at my crotch and placed the ice cube in her mouth to suck on.
With her free hand, she opened one more button of her jacket. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she opened the last button holding her top together.
"I think my whole body needs to touch the ice. I am hot everywhere," she sighed, leaving no doubt about her intentions.
She ran a new ice cube down her front, again down the cleavage, but this time she opened her jacket to expose her magnificently round breasts to my eyes and to the ice cube. She ran the ice cube around those luscious hills, before sliding it around her left areola. The nipple jumped up like an aroused wild cat. She did the same on the other side as my jaw dropped.
Each breast was tanned all over with no sign of bikini top ever having been worn. Her areolas were nearly the same color as the rest of her golden boobs, now glistening with the melted ice. Her nipples stood up like fingertips asking to be sucked and nibbled. I just watched as the ice cube moved all around them, and then down to her belly.
When it had melted completely, she ran her hands under her tits and squeezed them together before motioning me over.
'You look like you need some cooling off too," she said, reaching for me, "why not let me help with that." She ran her hand down the front of my pants.