The cicadas drone in the still heat of the afternoon. I know it could be far hotter if we weren't on an island. The water of the Mediterranean is still cool this time of year, but sweat drips down my brow as we walk slowly up the gently sloping pavement. We weren't intending to go on a hike, but our little walk took us to the edge of town, and we still had some energy. The map showed that it was only about a mile to the top of a hill where some old crumbly ruins (and presumably a good view) could be found. We had nothing better to do with our final afternoon on the island, the main attraction of our two-week honeymoon.
At the bend, a large road sign points up the hill to the left, but below it, another points down to the right where a trail leaves the road. The words are incomprehensible to us, but the little figure clearly means "swimming", and below it are the letters FKK. When it hits me, I burst out, "Oh! It's a nude beach!"
"What? How do you know?" asks my wife in surprise.
"FKK. It's German. I don't remember what it stands for," I respond, surprised at my own knowledge.
"How do you know this stuff?" she asks.
"Uhh... I think I heard something about it that year I was studying German," I wager a guess, unable to recall exactly where I learned it.
"Oh, cool," she responds somewhat amused. "Do you want to check it out?" she asks, and now it's my turn to be surprised. I had always been the one pushing our outdoor adventures or capturing our lovemaking on camera, so her sudden desire to go get naked with a bunch of strangers is unexpected but exciting.
"Now?" I ask.
"How about on the way back?" she suggests.
"Yeah," I say excitedly. "Let's do it." I smile as I lean in for a kiss. She meets me with her lips already parted and our tongues dance while my hand wanders to her firm buttocks. Taking her whole glute in my hand excites her, and she leans into me even more. We make out in the middle of the road as I grope her.
When we separate, she smiles and affirms with more than a hint of arousal, "Yeah, let's do that soon."
The heat feels a little less oppressive as we resume our climb, spurred on by new excitement. Fortunately we have seen no cars, which would put us in an awkward position as there is not much of a shoulder, so we walk right up the middle of the lane. The monotony of slow upward steps sends my mind wandering.
I am lost in the games of last night. We downloaded an app with sexy games for couples. It started innocently enough:
"Give you partner a back massage" ... "Touch a body part on your partner that doesn't get enough attention"
But the commands quickly got spicier:
"Remove your partner's underwear with your teeth" ... "Give him a blowjob without using your hands"
After we started playing "Put your finger in her mouth and do what she does to your finger to her clitoris", we abandoned the phone altogether. We didn't need any more assistance to keep the passion flowing. Soon we were clinging to each other as we shuddered in simultaneous climax.
It had been yet another pleasure-filled evening, but like all the others on our honeymoon, it had all happened safely within the walls of our airbnb. We had talked about ways to bring our play outdoors this trip, and some opportunities are finally presenting themselves.
I pull out my phone to check the map, and Google indicates that we should turn off the road soon. As the road crests, a rocky trail to the right becomes visible, climbing straight up the gentle ridge line. We turn, grateful to be off the dark asphalt, but the loose rock is constantly uneven beneath our feet, making the climb just enough more difficult to induce more perspiration.
As the trail narrows to a single track, I allow my wife to take the lead, less for any sense of chivalry than for the opportunity to ogle her glistening skin. Her cream white thighs gleam in the bright sunlight. The week of fun in the sun has put more freckles than normal on her powerful legs. Her shoulders are also bare, and her form fitting tank top shows dark spots of sweat beneath the long braid of deep red hair. We do not talk as we slowly ascend, and I simply stare at her muscled shoulders and round buttocks, my gaze only interrupted by the brief glances at the uneven ground.
A half cylinder of stones perhaps 20 feet tall is now visible as we approach the top of the rise. It's hardly an impressive sight, a haphazardly constructed fortification left to crumble for two centuries. However, the view is stunning. It was quite the climb, but the view gives more than I expected. Below us to the right, the town wraps itself around a large natural harbor, and to the left juts out a long a peninsula with some sort of events venue offering infinite views of the sea.
We each wander silently catching our breath, gazing out at the distant islands and the town we had just come from. As I stare in search of a familiar landmark among the rooftops, my wife calls to me, "Smile!"
I turn to see her holding up her phone already snapping candid photos. I immediately start making faces, sticking out my tongue, just to get the reaction.
"Ugh! No! Act like you're having fun!" she chides.
"What?" I retort. "This isn't fun?"
"No," she responds in deadpan.
"Then what kind of fun do you want?" I ask being difficult.
"I don't know. Fun!" she insists.
"Well, ok. I know how to have fun," I say, and before she has time to register the innuendo in my voice, I unfasten my button and fly, and fish out my genitals. My warm scrotum hangs loosely over the elastic waistband of my boxer-briefs. Exposed, I put my hands on my hips and smile like nothing is amiss. My wife snaps photos while her jaw drops.
"Oh my! That is fun!" she exclaims with a growing smile.
"Told you," I respond as I put myself away.
These will certainly be some pictures for our personal photo album. Adjusted and rezipped, I pull out my own phone. "Your turn!" I say. "Act like you're having fun!"
She rolls her eyes, and I step into a better position to capture the rocky peninsula behind her. She strikes equally mocking poses as I had. I have a faint hope that she'll join in the exhibition game that I've started, but I try to keep the hope at bay. Just because she is interested in a nude beach doesn't mean she is suddenly going to be letting me take nude pictures of her on a mountaintop.
I can hardly believe my eyes when I see her hands start to work at the button of her shorts. Before I have time to make a comment, she turns away from me and pulls her shorts and panties in one quick motion all the way to her ankles. Bent double, she smiles at me between her knees. My hand snaps photos, but I am not looking at the screen. My eyes marvel at the sight of her gleaming white buttocks, smooth and round atop strong hamstrings pulled tight in a pike position. And of course, the direct sunlight revealing every beautiful detail of her hairless anus and vulva. I find myself drawn forward by an irrepressible desire to bury my face between her cheeks, to greedily lick her from clitoris to anus, but my fantasy will have to wait. Before I'm even within arm's reach, she is standing straight and adjusting her shorts.
"That's fun, huh?" She beams, apparently as surprised as I am at her courage.
When I reach her, I take the back of her neck in my hand and pull her lips to mine. I want to take her clothes off right now and make love to her on top of this mountain, but I settle for a minute of passionate tongue play.
"You're the best," I say, smiling.
"You started it," she retorts.
"I'm sure glad I did!" I exclaim. "Shall we go get naked?"
"That sounds fun," she confirms coyly.
We begin our walk back down the rocky trail with noticeably more spring in our step. the sun is just as high and the air just as still, but descending takes much less energy. Even still, the heat simply begs for us to shed our sweaty clothes. I follow close behind her, watching her glutes flex and bounce as she strides down the trail towards the road. I imagine her walking this trail naked, the freckles on her shoulders giving way to smooth cream skin covering the rippling muscles along her back and the glutes that wrap around her womanly hips.
As we turn onto the asphalt, I ask, "Do you think anyone else will be there?"
She ponders a second, then responds, "I hope not. I hope we have it all to ourselves."
I smile at her, catching the suggestion and respond, "Well, I haven't seen anyone else up here, so maybe it will be our lucky day."
"Maybe," she says, "But don't get your hopes up. I'm not giving you a blowjob while people are watching."
"So does that mean you will if they're not watching?" I ask hopefully.
"Maybe," is all she says.
We are approaching the bend with the sign pointing to the beach. A pair of burly men in tank tops and sunglasses emerge from the woods, apparently having just visited the beach where we are headed. They turn downhill and do not look up to see us approaching.
"Good timing," I say, "I'm not sure I'd want to be getting naked with those meatheads."
