Trip to Greece
The holiday started in typical fashion, lazy days on the beach, an afternoon sleep followed by a shower then a slow wander down to one of the many beach bars and tavernas for some local cuisine.
Stifado and Kleftiko had been my favourites so far, but a few Greek salads also to try and keep my figure in shape. The Greek local food was delicious, but rich and full of calories.
I had been wearing swimming costumes rather than bikinis and it was going to stay that way if I didn't cut down on the rich food a little.
It was the second time I had gone on a holiday on my own. Without a boyfriend at the time, and not able to travel at the time my girlfriends had gone away, I booked a last-minute week away and had plans to relax, read, get a nice suntan, and being away from home alone: I also had some plans to play.
My love of exhibitionism and older men was often on my mind but sunbathing on the beaches only brought the attention of the young beach bed and time share sellers.
In the evening it was often European holiday makers, especially British, that would seek my attention, all of whom however were way out of the age bracket I was interested in.
So, my first encounter was unplanned and unexpected. As ever, when an opportunity presents itself, I have learned to go with it rather than think a little too much about it and maybe lose the moment.
It had been a while since my last encounter with an older man at the swimming pool changing room back in my home town, but that is a story for another time.
I had decided to try a more secluded beach and feeling horny after waking up and enjoying a little play in the shower, I chose my new yellow bikini.
The top was low cut and when wet almost sheer. The bottoms left very little to the imagination. A tiny triangle patch of material covering my waxed bikini line with two high straps over the hips culminating in a thong finish, almost a G String.
After a morning relaxing on the beach I was feeling a little hungry. Using a blue sarong to cover myself, I drove up to the nearest village. Crete was a popular island, but there were still many villages where there were few inhabitants and at lunchtime could be very quiet.
I parked the car and took my purse and bottle of water with me to take a look around the small trinket shops before deciding on a restaurant.
The restaurants in the square all looked nice but I chose a small alleyway which led to more alleyways and eventually found a small restaurant that was quiet but open for business.
I ordered a salad and a small glass of rose wine. The waiters were giggling in the background as they discussed this new young British lady in their restaurant. I decided I would help their day a little. I stood up and undid my sarong, to readjust it and retie it. In doing so, I gave a full flash of my thong bikini to all their delight.
However, in doing so I also dropped a glass of water over my sarong, I was soaked!!
A little annoyed with myself, I paid the bill to the smiling waiters and made my way out to find a shop where I might find a new sarong or two.
A couple of streets away I saw a small boutique store selling clothes. The door was closed and as I opened it a bell rang to notify the shop owner that they had a new customer. A short man in his late 60's came to the door and greeted me. He seemed very friendly and was dressed very smartly.
