We were on vacation on the idyllic Greek island of Santorini. This picturesque town of white stone buildings with pastel blue rooves is as charming as the travel brochures depict it. And a feature of island life is the dramatic nightly sunset. After a day of warming the island, the sun starts its descent toward the horizon. It dazzles with brilliance as fiery shards of the setting sun illuminate the sea and the sky. Then, seemingly in an instant, the sun falls from the horizon and disappears into the Mediterranean Sea. This spectacular twilight display, combined with the warm Summer breeze, make Santorini a favored spot for lovers.
Thus it was that my wife and I, after a day of sightseeing, took a shower together before dinner. As we toweled ourselves dry, I suggested we step out onto the balcony of our little third floor rented AirBnB apartment to watch the sunset. Naked, we ventured out into the last glimmers of twilight. There was always a risk of being seen despite the enveloping darkness (which of course added to the thrill), but I was careful to observe that there was no one on the street, and no one on the surrounding balconies. We stood there watching the sunset, her in front, me pressed against her back, my arms around her. After some kissing and groping of her lovely breasts, Sarah turned, knelt down and administered to my needy penis. A lovely private romantic moment in Santorini.
And then I saw them. A man and a woman, on the building diagonally across the way, two floors above us. As they were reclined on chaise lounges on their balcony, I had not noticed them. But they noticed us. I locked eyes with the woman, who gave me a beautiful, friendly smile. The man flashed me a thumbs up. Yikes.
What must they think of us? Now, my wife is a beautiful woman, with full breasts and a figure that would have pleased those Greek sculptors of old. And while the couple just got glimpses of my better parts, I'm a decent looking fellow. Nothing to be ashamed of, I thought. Still, I stopped Sarah before she finished her work, made an excuse and hustled us inside. She detected that I was flustered and asked what was wrong. I told her we'd been observed. She was initially mortified. Don't worry, I said, we'll never see them again. Just an embarrassing incident that should caution me to be more careful in the future. Sarah confessed that it was exciting to have been observed in the nude. But we were careful to pull the drapes closed.
The next day, Sarah and I went down to the beach. We had rented chairs and an umbrella, and set up near the water. Now, the Greeks, like most Europeans, have a laissez faire attitude toward the human body. Topless bathing for the women is common, and there often is a section of the beach where nude bathers are welcome. Despite the previous night's lapse, we're a conventional couple. Sarah teased about going topless on the beach, but did not. We lay down to absorb the Greek sun. We weren't there too long when I heard a voice ask if we minded if they set up their chairs in the patch of sand next to ours. I, of course, responded that would be fine. Public beach and all that. "Thank you," said the woman, and she smiled. A beautiful, friendly smile. Which I recognized.
The couple were German tourists, who spoke excellent English. Hans introduced himself and his girlfriend, Elke. They were friendly and gregarious. Elke made conversation with Sarah while Hans and I talked about an English football team we both followed. Elke asked Hans to apply sunscreen to her. She removed her bikini top, revealing small but well-shaped breasts. With no hint of concern, she continued to chat with Sarah while Hans lathered her up, front and back. I saw the wheels in Sarah's head turning, as she observed this casual nudity on the German woman's part. Would Sarah be the only woman on the beach to keep her top on, almost a banner proclaiming 'American Tourist Here'?
"You really should join me," Elke said, pointing to Sarah's bikini top. "It's the European way -- and you have a lovely figure." Sarah looked at me. I nodded and mouthed 'When in Rome...' to her. She reached behind and unclasped the top. Her full breasts spilled out, milky white, contrasting with the tan on the rest of her body.
"Oh my," Elke said, observing this skin, clearly new to the open air. "You better get some sunscreen on your chest or this hot sun will burn you."
We had failed to bring some with us. "Don't worry, we have plenty," Elke said. "Hans can apply it. He is almost a professional. He worked as a masseur when he was in university. If your husband doesn't mind."
I am not a stupid person. Even in liberal Europe, a man does not routinely apply sunscreen to the bare breasts of another man's wife. This was a test. They had seen us the night before. They clearly liked what they saw. Were we in?
Three sets of eyes looked at me. I looked at Sarah. This was the Rubicon. Were we in? I nodded yes to Sarah.
"Thank you, Hans," Sarah said.
Hans didn't need further encouragement. He crouched behind Sarah and applied cream to her back. His hands traveled to the sides.
"Lie down," he suggested. "That will be easiest."
Sarah lay on her back. Hans straddled Sarah's middle and he did a thorough job of applying cream to her breasts and front. He kneaded the breasts and applied cream to the nipples. He had not straddled Elke in applying cream to her. This was an incremental, further test. Are you sure you're in?
Sarah had a slightly stunned look on her face as she let this stranger touch where only a few lovers had touched before. She kept glancing at me. I said nothing.
When Hans finished, we four lay down in the sun, chatting amiably. But while it may have appeared normal, it was not normal. The sexual tension was palpable. We were in their hands. The only question was, where would they take us?
After a while, Hans asked if we had seen the beach further down, on the other side of a pier that jutted into the water. "Some seals occasionally feed there. And there is a nest of pelicans by the grassy area. It's a beautiful site." We agreed to walk down there.
We left our chairs, and at Han's suggestion, carried our blankets. After about 200 meters, we crossed an area with a sign. It was in Greek and French. I don't read Greek, but I had high school French. 'Clothing optional.' Where would this couple take us, indeed.
When we reached an area where seals were skimming the surface of the water, Hans suggested we lay our blankets down.
"I hope you don't mind," he asked, and without waiting for a reply, slid his swim trunks down. A long flaccid uncircumcised penis, surrounded by dense black pubic hair made its appearance. Elke slid her bikini bottoms down too, revealing lips of the vagina covered in fine, blond hair. With no signs of modesty, they both lay on the blanket.
