Continued from Katie and Paul Part 8...
The day of the holiday arrived, we'd taken a taxi cab to the airport, and had passed through security. We were sitting awaiting the noticeboard to tell us which boarding gate we needed to go to.
Paul was getting a little restless, so we started playing a little game to relieve the boredom and pass some time. I was wearing a loose-fitting vest top and a pair of tight lycra shorts. Not only was it warm here, I knew it would be even warmer when we arrived in Greece, and this outfit would be comfortable for the flight itself.
We selected men with their partners, it didn't matter whether they were about the same age as us, in their early 20s, or older men close to retirement age, every man couldn't resist staring. Some I would just bend over and pretend to be looking for something in my handbag, giving them a view of my tits as my vest top hung down. Others I would get up and walk around like I was stretching my legs, only to find a reason to bend over in their line of sight, giving them a perfect view of my ass.
This never failed to make Paul smirk at their reactions, and he started taking pictures of them to look back at later. The boarding gate was announced and cut short our fun, and we got onto the plane.
We'd selected seats when we'd checked in online, but there weren't two seats together unless we took an aisle and a middle seat, all the window seats were already taken. Paul was a little disappointed as he liked to take scenic pictures during the flight. We found our seats and there was no-one in the window seat yet. Paul said he'd take the aisle seat and we took our places. A few others got on, then a rather large man in a business suit came and told us he was by the window.
We let him in, and he introduced himself to us. He also told us he was tired as he'd been in meetings since the early hours, so would probably fall asleep during the flight. I told him not to wake up startled if I was leaning over him to take pictures through the window. He looked me up and down, smiled, and said he'd probably think he was still dreaming.
About thirty minutes into the flight he had fallen asleep. He had put earplugs in too. Paul nudged me and looked about the cabin. Three middle-aged women were sat opposite us, but they were all chatting away. Paul got out his phone.
"Lift your top, I can take a picture with him in the background then," Paul asked.
I frowned, checked the man, then smiled and lifted my top. Paul had made sure the flash was off and was on silent, and quickly took a picture. I put my top back down but rubbed my nipples through it. I lifted my top again.
"It doesn't look so good with your bra still on," he said.
I looked around, only the three women would see unless someone stood and looked over the seats. I reached behind me, keeping an eye on the man, and unclasped and slid off my bra. I leant forward and placed it in my handbag by my feet. I lifted my top again, Paul made me lean back slightly then took another one.
"His mouth is open, that one looks like your nipple is coming out of it!" he whispered.
I laughed a little too loudly and had to quickly adjust my vest top as the three women looked over at me. We decided to behave for the rest of the flight.
We eventually landed, got off the plane and collected our luggage, then went to where our hotel transfer transport was, and made our way to our hotel. It was mid-afternoon when we arrived, and we were greeted by a very handsome man on reception who tried his very best not to keep looking at my breasts, even though I had now put my bra back on. He explained that breakfast would be between 8 am and 10 am each morning, and the cleaning team normally came around after 10.30 am.
He explained how they would knock loudly on the door before entering, only not entering if the occupants specifically asked them to wait. This normally only happened if people were still getting changed for example. We took the luggage up to our room. We were on the fifth floor of six so got the lift up, found our room number, and entered.
I went straight to the balcony and called Paul to me. The view was amazing, looking right over the sea and beach area, with the rest of the town spread out to the side of our hotel. The sun was right above us, it would be perfect for bathing if we'd returned to the room during the day. Down below us was the main pool, this was for all ages. We had been told there was also a rooftop infinity pool that was strictly for over 18s only.
We used the rest of the day to walk around the hotel and the surrounding area, finding somewhere to eat and see what could be visited locally. There were also several bus services for getting around the island easily. We also checked out the nearest beach, the sand was golden and looked beautiful, but there were still a lot of people on it even though it was early evening now, with the sun starting to go down.
We awoke the next morning and went down for breakfast, talking about where to go once we'd changed. We decided to relax by the garden pool for a while. We were back in the room when there was a knock at the door.
"Room cleaning, hello," shouted a female voice.
"Come in," I replied.
She entered the room carrying fresh towels. She looked a little like me, just with a very deep golden tan. Her deep suntan set off her amazing hazel eyes perfectly, I found myself getting lost looking into them. She looked about the same age as Paul and I were.
"I'm Rosa, I will change towels every day, you need anything else?" she asked in slightly broken English.
I told her I would leave any dirty towels on the floor in the bathroom and she could just change those. She thanked us and turned and left. Her arse swished under her uniform like it was waving goodbye. Paul and I both gasped quietly as she moved.
I changed into my bikini and slipped on my kimono dressing gown I'd bought with me. Paul said he was leaving his shorts on, if he went in the pool he'd just change again before we went out again. We went down to the pool, I managed to get a few admiring glances due to my bikini bottoms being rather small. The pool itself was very nice, there were two bars either end of its large circular shape and plenty of sun loungers around. We chose two and used the small table between them to put the towels and our phones and room keys underneath to keep them in the shade.
We'd been down there for around an hour when I asked Paul if we could leave. There were a few too many children around for my liking, not that I don't like them but I wanted to take off my bikini top and didn't feel comfortable doing so. Looking around the pool most of the other woman were quite covered up too.
We took a walk down to the beach and it was very busy, but at least most of the women were topless here, so I could feel more comfortable. We ended up spending most of the day down there, occasionally dipping into the sea to cool down, and then found a great little Greek restaurant to sample some local food, spending the rest of the evening in the hotel bar getting chatting to a few other guests.
We had breakfast the next morning, and at around the same time, the door knocked. Rosa entered, and she went to the bathroom to see what towels needed changing before returning with fresh ones. She came in as I'd taken off my bra, and stood there topless in front of her. Her eyes went to my breasts and I swore she licked her lips. I must have been seeing things.
"Are there any quieter beaches nearby?" I asked her. "The local one is very busy, and I need to get my suntan like yours."
I pointed at my breasts as I asked, and pulled the side of my shorts down a little. Despite being on the beach the day before my breasts were still considerably whiter than my body.
"You have nice tan already," she told me.
"Yes, but it needs to be the same all over," I explained. I stressed the all over part as I tugged at my shorts again.
"Ah I see, I understand now." She left the room and returned with a map of local attractions.
"There is nudist resort here," she told me, pointing at a beach on the south of the island. We were on the north side.
"We need somewhere a little closer than that if possible," I explained.
She pointed her finger again. Fifteen minutes walk away along the coast was a beach that not many people went to. It was edged by a large rock formation jutting into the sea, so you could walk so far and then have to turn back. The only way off was to walk across all the dunes to the nearest road which was about five minutes away, or back along the beach back towards the town.
"It's very much quieter and not so many people. You can walk around like the day you were born," she smiled broadly as she told us. "I go there myself sometimes, it's nice place to act free."
It sounded perfect, and I thanked her. Paul and I both watched her swish out of the room. Paul suggested we should head down to that beach, just to walk along and see what it was like, even if we didn't stay there today. At least we'd see how busy it was, and we had plenty of holidays left to go back if it looked acceptable.
We headed to the beach and we agreed it would be much better for us both to sunbath naked. Not everyone was fully nude, there were a few people on the beach that still had bottoms on, but everyone else there was at least topless. We counted around twenty people, all spread around at various points on the beach. Paul suggested we walk up to the road and go back that way, then we could see if any shops or restaurants might be worth visiting later.
We started across the dunes and realised with the long grasses growing from the sand that navigating wasn't going to be easy. Paul saw a chimney in the distance and said we should head for that. At one point we walked around a tall mound of sand, right into a couple having sex in the doggy position. The women smiled broadly at us, the man didn't even stop while beckoning us over. We declined his invitation. As we turned another corner we saw two men peering through the bushes, masturbating over the couple having sex, trying to make sure they were out of sight. They both jumped when they saw us and weren't too impressed at me and Paul laughing out loud at them.
We decided to give the beach a tryout the next day. We had breakfast as normal, then went back to our room. I'd got out my white thong bikini, I may as well show off on the way there too I thought to myself. I lay the bikini on the bed ready to put on, then had an idea. I rushed to the door and peered out. Rosa was about three rooms away. I quickly dived back into the room.
"Take your shorts off and put them on the floor by you," I hurriedly told Paul.
