This is a somewhat tamer installment in this series that is necessary background for what is to come. Reading the prior installments will give you some valuable context.
Chapter 3
We awoke a couple hours later to find the sun had set and we were famished. As we wandered down some side streets looking for a relatively cool place to eat, I commented that we needed to get out of the city before I melted.
"How about we go there?" Tracy asked pointing to a poster advertising one of the Greek islands in a travel agent's window.
"I'd love to, but I'm not sure it's your kind of dress code." I replied, noting that young couple the poster showed walking on the beach weren't wearing a whole lot (the man had on a very skimpy "Speedo" style suit, while the woman was topless and wore a tiny string bikini bottom).
"Oh, I'm sure that's just an ad," rejoined Tracy. "I bet that the beach is a lot like home, with only a few women going topless. Besides, I don't have any problem with you wearing a suit like he has on ..."
We soon found a place to eat, and as we sweltered through dinner, the idea of going to the islands gained appeal for both of us. In the morning, we returned to the travel agent, and he helped us book an inexpensive room on the island of Skopelos. Soon, we found ourselves on a bus up the coast to near Thessalonica, and then a ferry over to the island.
It was still hot when we arrived at the picturesque town near the ferry dock, but the sea breezes made the heat somewhat bearable. As we walked to our pension, we also noticed that folks – or at least those our age – were beating the heat with a much more relaxed attitude about clothing than had be prevalent in Athens. Almost all of the young men were either shirtless or wearing loose-fitting shirts that were entirely unbuttoned (Tracy quickly had me follow the former fashion), and the women's clothing was notable for its brevity and/or transparency. At that point, Tracy showed no interest in either style, although I think she was a bit nonplussed by the plethora of female skin.
By the time we found the place we were staying – basically, it was an extra room in someone's home – settled in, and had a quick fuck, it was getting on toward late-afternoon. Even so, we decided to go and check out a beach and, hopefully, get in a quick swim. In her broken English, our landlady told us how to find the bus that would take us to one of the island's many beaches. Shortly thereafter, we found ourselves standing at the edge of the closest beach to town. It bordered a sheltered bay, was fairly rocky, and was covered people enjoying the sun and water. We both stared for a moment.
"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." I laughed.
"Oh my." was all Tracy could muster.
No woman on the beach, regardless of age or size, was wearing more than a bikini, and I would guess that 90% of them were topless. A somewhat larger portion of the men wore swimming trunks similar to those I had on, but the vast majority had on skimpy "Speedo" style suits. A number of people of both sexes showed the thong suits that were just coming into fashion at that time.
"You OK with this?" I asked, looking at Tracy's shocked expression.
"Oh my," she repeated again. "I guess you were right about the 'dress code' when we saw that poster. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I can't go out there in this swimsuit (she was wearing her conservative one piece under her shorts and t-shirt), I'd stick out like a sore thumb. Who'd have thought I'd ever feel self conscious for wearing too much. I think we better go back into town and get some new suits before we go out there."
"Suits?" I enquired teasingly, "I'm perfectly comfortable in this."
"Oh no you don't," she shot back, "If I'm going to show some skin out there, so are you, buster."
"And I suppose you're going to pick this out for me?"
"I certainly hope so." She smiled now, getting into the banter.
"We'll here's the deal then," I said, "I wear any suit you pick out for me, if you do the same for me."
Tracy glanced around the beach for a moment, checking out the styles.
"Deal," she said, "on one condition: it has to have a top."
"Deal," I agreed, figuring I'd have time to talk her out of that later.
By the time we got back town, many of the stores had closed. Wandering up a side street (more of an alley, really), we found a place that was still open called, simply, "Teeny Bikini." We entered to find ourselves in a long, narrow, well-lit room. Racks of swimwear and cover-ups ran up the middle and adorned the lower part of the walls. The upper walls were covered with posters and pictures of various people modeling the merchandise. None of the women in the pictures wore tops, and in some of the photos both men and women were nude. At first, we thought the place was deserted, but Tracy noticed a bell on the counter and rang it.
"Momento" (or the Greek equivalent) came in a female voice from the back room.
As we waited, I noticed some magazines on a rack in front of the counter. The cover showed a buxom brunette in a tiny thong, and at first I though it was a Greek swimwear catalog. However, as I flipped through, I realized it was more erotic than that. The brunette was the featured model, but she was not alone. Throughout the magazine she was shown in a variety of hardcore scenes having sex with one or more men.
"Well, that'll help put me in the mood for this," said Tracy, who was looking over my shoulder. I could tell the magazine had her full attention – as it did mine.
"The last three pages are my favorite," came a voice from behind us in heavily accented, but perfect English.
Startled, we turned around and found ourselves face-to-face with the woman in the magazine. She was about 5'2" and very well endowed. She wore a mesh mini dress (I suppose it was a swim cover-up) that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she didn't have a stitch on underneath. Both Tracy and I checked her out from her small dark landing strip of pubic hair to those mammoth breasts with their large, dark aureoles s to her sultry Greek features and sparkling brown eyes.
She smiled. "Let me show you," she said, and proceeded to take the magazine from me and flip to the back to a spread showing her with three men. In one photo, she had cocks in her pussy, ass and mouth, and the final shot, all three guys were spewing cum over her glorious tits.
"You like?" She asked.
"Very much," replied Tracy as I nodded in agreement, "what was it like?"
