It amazed me how bright it was out that night, with the sky clear and the moon full. The entire beach, stretched out around a calm crescent-shaped bay, was visible in the moonlight. It was completely deserted except for Lori and me, walking along the beach after dinner.
I felt as if all the cares of the world had just washed away with the gentle waves, quietly lapping at our bare feet as we walked along the Mediterranean shoreline.
This was our second trip to Greece. We fell in love with the Greek Islands on our first. Our week on Rhodes was so relaxing. So easy. We did nothing that week, it seemed, nothing but lay on the beach or around the pool and eat and drink and read and sleep. And make love. Every morning slow and easy and gentle. Every afternoon when we came back from the beach at the hottest part of the day, a long, cool shower and then we'd fall onto the bed, touching, playing, unhurried, nothing we needed to do but please each other until our nap before dinner.
Most nights after dinner and a walk we would spent at the bar around the pool at our hotel. We would then retire to our room and make hot passionate love for the third time in the day.
Lori and I both prefer to wake early and combined with the travel induced jet lag would wake up each morning while the sun was rising over the horizon outside our window. That and the wake up roosters crowing away next door.
We would find ways to wake each other. Lori would wake me gently by sliding her hands down to my thigh, resting it gently there for a moment, then stroking ever so softly, for a few minutes, and then finding my penis with her hand, fondling and stroking it until it was hard.
One morning, as she aroused me, Lori whispered into my ear that she had waken from a very erotic dream ... we were in our room, late at night, the lights on dimly and we were on the bed, nude, making love to one another. She was on top of me, straddling me, and I was inside her and as she moved up and down on me and I touched her pleasure spot she cupped and stroked her own full breasts, rubbing the nipples and sighing with her pleasure.
And then, in the dream she told me, she looked aside, out the large glass door to the patio, and realized that we were being watched. A man and a woman, standing on their balcony across the small courtyard from our room. They were transfixed by the erotic sight of our coupling. She just continued, moving on me, staring intently at the shadowy images, seeing, or imagining she saw, the man fondling his partner, feeling her body as they watched us through the window, reaching into her dress and pulling out a bare breasts and cupping it as he kissed her neck, both their eyes still fixed on us through the window ... and her dream stopped there, or her description did, and reality intruded, and she was on top of me, pushing me into her with unusual urgency, our sex frenzied and fast that morning in place of the slow relaxing pace of most of our mornings in paradise, because we both were so turned on by her dream.
I was adjusting very happily to this rhythm of slow, easy pleasure each morning and afternoon, which work makes impossible but vacation makes so pleasurable. But that night, walking on the beach after dinner, I was in a very horny mood and I wanted her.
We hadn't made love that afternoon, we stayed longer at the beach instead to swim and sun. She wanted to finish her book, she said, so we waited until nearly five to leave.
We had been going to the beach for several days; it seemed one of the nicest beaches on the island, with wide, flat, clean sand and calm, warm water, but believe me, I didn't object at all to the fact that the far end of the beach was "clothing optional".
There were some bathers with suits on there, but most European women at least were sunning themselves topless and many men and women were completely nude.
On our first trip to Greece we were with some very close friends and Lori was hesitant to go topless at first but eventually did on the occasions we were alone. I quickly shed my suit the first day we were there; Lori made a face at me but said nothing. We were there only a little while when Lori to my delight quietly, almost casually, slipped off her bikini top and bared her wonderful breasts. She glanced at me sideways but said nothing. I said nothing.
The day of Lori's dream we returned to the nude beach. We read awhile and laid in the sun deepening our tans. To most observers, Lori's normally milky white breasts appeared as though she regularly tans sans top because of the time spent at the tanning salon before we left home.
I couldn't help but steal a glance at her beautiful breasts. I felt pride in seeing my wife laying bare at a beach which is something she would never consider at home.
After awhile we went for a swim, and when we returned to the lounges she said "I hate sitting around in a wet bathing suit," and with that she slid the bottoms off and was completely nude, as I was. She looked at me funny then, and said "what?" I said, "nothing, that's fine. I think it feels great to go without clothes so you'll certainly not get any complaints here," I teased.
She laughed. "Oh, you are so sweet. But you can see this anytime, so if I were you, I'd get in whatever looking you can at everyone else today. Remember, we're going home in a few days."
She didn't seem at all uncomfortable anymore. My mind flashed back to her dream. Well, maybe Lori was a bit of an exhibitionist, after all. Even though she always pretended to be reluctant or uncomfortable, I always felt that she enjoyed showing off her body, and I think she liked it when I told her, when we went out, that all the men were looking at her, checking out her body, imagining themselves in my place and going back to the room with her for a night of passionate sex. And it was no lie; I'm sure they were.
That night at dinner she was wearing long buttoned sleeveless sundress, with a long skirt to her calves but very light and gauzy. Under it she wore no bra and the outline of her tanned breasts were very evident, as even the waiter was checking out her cleavage so obviously.
I was cursing myself as we walked along the beach that night, for suggesting a romantic moonlight walk instead of an immediate return to our room. Although we had made love every day that week, three times most days, I wanted her so badly, right then and there. When we neared the end of the beach, I put my arms around her from behind and kissed her neck softly, and whispered that we ought to head back, and when she coyly asked why, I told her, "because I want you naked in our bed, underneath me, pulling me into you, now, right now."
She said nothing but just pulled my hands to her breasts, and I began to fondle and stroke them, as I continued kissing her neck and cheek and hair. She was pushing her ass back against my crotch hard and sighing softly, pressing her hands on top of mine on her breasts. And then she took one of my hands, and unbuttoned the top of her dress and slid my hand inside over her breast. "Mmm, I love it when you play with my tits," she said, and I realized that she wanted me to have her right there on the beach, not in the room, no waiting but doing it right now. "Someone might see us," I said, as much to turn her on as warn her.
