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BEACH BLANKET SEDUCTION
Twenty-three year old Thomas Golematis and his lovely twenty-one year old Sarah Dimitrak were married in their Orthodox church, on a beautiful June day, surrounded by their Greek relatives and American friends. They had been friends since school, and lovers for the past year. Tom was the only man that had ever enjoyed the forbidden pleasures of his exciting new wife. Both, were overjoyed there would be no more sneaking around from their conservative parents. After the wedding and too long reception, they were finally alone at an upscale hotel in New York City.
As the new husband of Sarah Dimitrak, no, not Dimitrak any longer, but Sarah Golematis, lay nude upon the bed, he watched his young wife slowly begin undressing. She pulled the pink wedding dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. Next her bra and skimpy silk panties joined the dress in an untidy heap.
Tom Golematis let his eyes enjoy the long, lean loveliness of her, breasts swaying ever so gently above her long torso. The tightly curled hair in the black triangle between her legs was a vision of provocativeness. His hard dick was already standing at attention and leaking pre-cum.
Coming forward, her arms rose, slid around his neck, as he watched the longish breasts lift and the almost black tips standing firm. Sarah's lips came onto his, sweet wanting, pressed harder, firm yet hesitant, until his tongue began a dance with her own.
Tom's arms wrapped around her, rolled her over on the king sized bed. She gasped in pleasure as he cupped one hand around her breast, letting his thumb move back and forth against her sensitive nipple.
"Aaah...aaaah...so good, so nice," Sarah murmured. When he brought his lips down to the soft-firm tip, she uttered quivering little gasps. He circled her breast with his tongue, tracing a path around the edge of the dark areola. Sarah cried out in pleasure as he pulled on the nipple with a gentle harshness.He let his hand trace a slow trail down her long torso, pausing at the tiny indentation in the center of her flat belly, circling ever so slowly. He felt her quiver. His hand moved down, came to the dense tight curls, pressed, and felt the hard roundness of her pubic mound.
Sarah murmured, meaningless words floating from her among the sighs of pleasure. Her long, lean legs spread farther, inviting his advances. His hand dropped lower, through the tight curls and onto her hard little love bud. She cried out from the unexpected surge of pleasure and her hands dug into his back. His fingers were touching the very edges of the slippery lips, then deeper, spreading her wet pussy for his raging hardness.
Pressing his throbbing dick against the wetness of her, he slid forward to the hilt, feeling the tight walls clutching his manhood. Withdrawing, Tom began a slow but steady rhythm of fucking with long hard strokes. She moved with him, matching every thrust with one of her own. Sarah pulled his head down to her longish breasts, her body consumed with the total pleasure of the flesh.
Sarah quivered and groaned, until the very night trembled with the sound of her. When she felt his teeth biting down on her breast, she went over the top. She screamed when her orgasm suddenly shot through her body, her long legs straightening, spasms of pleasure shooting through her very soul.
Tom, feeling the contractions tighten around him was enough to send a giant load of his sperm into her body. Her body continued to quiver, but her thighs dropped down from against him and she fell back, as she pulled him down against her, smothered her body with his.
"I love you, Mrs. Golematis." Tom whispered.
"And I love you, Mr. Golematis." Sarah answered.
Laying contentedly side by side, Sarah was soon asleep, with a smile on her sexy lips.
The next three days were hectic and busy, since they were getting everything ready for their honeymoon in Greece. Both their grandparents had come from the Greek Island of Crete, but sadly, Tom and Sarah had never visited their homeland. Their flight would take them from New York to Athens, then catch a ferry to Chania, Crete.
Arriving in Chania, They splurged on a taxi to the beautiful Ammos Hotel, instead of taking the local bus. It was everything the brochures had pictured. The studio/suites were fabulous and the balcony overlooking the Cretan Sea was out of this world. Tom and Sarah knew they had found the perfect place for their honeymoon.
The first thing they learned, if you want to see or do anything, you must rent a car! With a hand full of brochures and a tourist map, they spent a long tiring day visiting the old city. Sarah didn't realize how out of shape she really was and sure there were blisters on both feet.
Up bright and early the next morning, Tom was ready for a guided excursion that would consume the whole day. "No way! Don't even suggest I walk for another day!" Sarah complained. "You go! I'm staying here and spend the day on the beach."
Smiling, Tom answered, "Don't you want to walk in the footsteps of our forefathers?"
"Forefathers be damned! Why didn't they drive around in a car?" Sarah asked angrily.
From her balcony, Sarah watched the group gather while waiting for the large van to load. She saw a young, pretty woman strike up a conversation with Tom. She could see him helping her into the van, then sitting beside her as the van drove off. A pang of jealousy and resentment went through her. She was determined to enjoy her day as much as Tom seemed to be enjoying his.
The beach was practically empty, so Sarah decided to walk along and see what kind of shells could be found. The beauty of the small coves and gently rolling waves captivated her and she walked farther than she realized. While gazing out to sea, she stepped into a small hole dug by some child and twisted her ankle. As she was falling, she felt herself being caught by a very muscular arm.
