Author's note: The pandemic is over, but these letters to my wife continued. This story is a bit of a slow burn. There is lots of steamy sex, but I think the build up is even sexier. This may be fun to read as a couple.
Our next day was spent lounging by the pool, eating, drinking and giggling about your difficulty in getting out of a simple booth.
You maintained that you weren't doing anything on purpose, and your dress simply got stuck to the seat. I asked if your mouth simply got stuck around Marco's fork as well?
"I think my tasting was a little less obvious than yours."
You were referring to the chin drizzling and dress mopping that ensued when I fed Helen.
When I explained that it was an honest mistake, you brought up the fact that my eyes certainly didn't look away when she was cleaning up.
"It seemed rude to look away."
"Let me get this straight, you think that it would have been rude to NOT look at her breasts?"
I looked at you over my beer and dryly said "Yes." We both laughed and took another sip.
We stayed close to the hotel all day and went to bed early so we would be ready for our big beach day.
When we arrived at the marina, we each carried a small bag with the necessities for a day at the beach. We spotted Marco and Helen getting their boat ready and both greeted us with warm smiles and outstretched hands as we boarded.
We untied and made way. Marco was at the helm and Helen moved with ease around the deck getting everything in order. This was a well rehearsed trip and both of them knew exactly where to be. We both just tried to keep out of the way.
Once we were clear off the marina and into the open sea, things became much more relaxed. Marco gave me a bearing and handed me the wheel while he went below decks. He came back up with two bottles of champagne and a pitcher of orange juice. Helen seemed to come up with four glasses out of nowhere and opened one of the bottles.
It seems that sailing is the same no matter where you are. An early morning trip always starts with a drink. We all touched glasses and toasted our day of adventure.
The sun was already up, but it wasn't very warm yet. We were all dressed in shorts, but had fleeces on top. Marco and Helen looked like they belonged in the yachting set, but both of us looked like tourists. We were not ready for the cold mornings and had purchased cheap fleeces that had "Greece" written across the front from a souvenir shop by the hotel.
"At least we won't forget where we are" Helen joked.
We all laughed and poured more mimosas. I was still "driving" while Marco attended to the two of you. He looked to be paying extra attention to you and your glass and before we were even out of sight of the marina, your glass has been refilled two times.
Once we were out in the open water, the sun heated up and it felt again like we were in the Mediterranean. The water was incredibly blue and looked like a postcard. The beach was about an hour away by boat, so everyone got comfortable and relaxed.
Marco and Helen sat next to each other on the port side and you sat with your feet extended on the right. I was at the wheel and the water was gently lapping at the sides of the boat. It was magnificent!
We both took off our silly tourist fleeces and the sun felt different out on the water. There was easy conversation between all of us. We heard more of Helen's schoolgirl crush, and they laughed about how we met.
The bearing Marco gave me was a point way off in the distance. As we grew closer, I still couldn't make out a beach. He told me not to worry and he would take over soon.
"I never get to sit next to my wife and let someone else do all the work. It's quite nice!"
Helen chuckled and then said something about you getting lonely over there all be yourself.
"We can't have that" he said and rushed over to your side. You schooched up your legs and he popped down next to you. Helen must have seen, or Marco told her about your show the other night as she made a joke about him always ending up looking at your legs.
Laughter erupted, Marco blushed and got up to take the wheel. We were heading right at the point when he swung the boat way out to the port side. When we turned the corner, the pristine beach came into view.
I have been to some pretty places in this world, but this might have been the most magnificent! The water was as blue as anything I have ever seen, and the beach was surrounded by tall cliffs on both sides.
"I told you it was worth it" Helen said as she saw the looks of amazement on our faces.
We didn't have words for how perfect this stretch of land and sea was. Marco turned to Helen and smiled. They were our tour guides and were very happy with their work.
The boat slowly worked its way up to the beach and Helen went to the wheel. Marco moved his way up to the bow and readied some lines. I wasn't sure how this was going to work. This looked very well rehearsed, but they didn't bother telling us what the plan was.
Marco looked back at you, smiled, pulled his shirt over his head and jumped over the side. He landed with a splash and pulled the boat onto the sand. Helen was watching you the whole time and chuckled when your mouth fell open.
"How could I not have had a crush on him my whole life? When it's just the two of us, that move isn't nearly as dramatic. He's trying to impress you!"
From the look on your face, it was working. You knew you were caught and looked over at Helen and laughed. I let out a "hellloo", letting you know that I was in fact, still there, and then all of us laughed.
The sand was very soft and Marco was able to get the bow about 5 feet onto the beach. This would only be a temporary solution so Helen acted quickly.
From the cabin below, she brought up several bags and a large cooler and handed them down to Marco. He arranged everything hurriedly on the beach and offered his hand up to you.
You leaned over the side and wondered about the long drop to the sand. It became clear that you were going to have to jump into his arms or you would break your legs jumping down that far. You turned your head to look at me and then looked at Helen. She gave you a nudge with her eyes and you jumped down.
Marco's arms were outstretched and he kind of "caught" you under your arms. I used the words kind of, because as he reached for you, the palms of of his hands moved over your breasts. It was all very innocent and quick, but the fact remained that in the last two days he had now seen you in the tiniest thong ever and had now touched both of your breasts.
Helen grabbed both of our little bags and tossed them down to Marco as you splashed your way onto the dry beach.
She turned to me and explained that she and Marco had been to this beach hundreds of times and she wanted us to have it to ourselves for a couple of hours.
The boat couldn't stay beached with the tide coming in and out so they would head out for a little while and use their paddle boards to come meet us for lunch.
"There is enough food and drinks in our coolers for 10 people so none of us will go hungry!"
Then she unfolded a ladder that was tucked under one of the seats and placed it over the side.
"He loves to do that jumping onto the beach thing. It makes him feel like some California surfer guy."
When I asked her why she didn't put the ladder down for you, she smiled and said "I don't think she minded,"
Marco climbed up the ladder and assured me that he and Helen had everything planned ahead of time and this was their gift to us.
"This beach is a magic place. Especially for couples who have never been here before. Enjoy yourselves for a while and we will come and have a gluttonous feast in a couple of hours!"
With that, he clapped me on the shoulders and stretched his arm toward the ladder.
I climbed down and the two of us pushed the boat gently back into the water. Helen gave me a big smile and told us to enjoy the beach.
The big boat receded into the sea and the two of us waved from the knee deep, crystal blue water.
We looked at each other and didn't really know what just happened. We were marooned in paradise and instead of four of us, it was just you and me with no way off and no way to get back home if they didn't come back. What if we were being pranked?
It was highly unlikely that our hosts would leave us stranded, so we walked up onto the beach and took in the majestic sites. The sand was hot, but didn't burn our feet as we went to the disorganized pile of bags and coolers. We each grabbed a side of the biggest cooler and walked it over to an area shaded by a tree. I started to poke around in the other bags, and saw that Helen was right that none of us would go hungry.
There were all different kinds of fruits and vegetables, and a whole box of the same desserts we had at the restaurant. I smiled when I saw there was a small Tupperware container filled with the chin dribbling raspberry sauce.
You showed up with two ice cold beers from the cooler and let me know there were several bottles of champagne, two dozen Greek beers and more in the cooler.
We could still see Marco and Helen on the boat, but they were getting smaller by the minute. You handed me a beer, patted me on the bum and asked me if I knew they were going to do this?
"I'm just as surprised as you!"
We watched the boat continue to pull away and realized that we were all alone on the prettiest piece of land either of us had ever seen.
A quick glance around showed there was not a lot of real estate, but people had definitely been here before. The tree we put the cooler under had a hammock hanging down and there were two very substantial looking chaise lounges made of wood.
Each of us packed a bathing suit and a towel in our little bags. The water was begging us to go in, so we brought the towels over to the lounges and pulled out our suits.
I was hoping to see the wicked weasel number from the other day, but wasn't disappointed to see you pull out the blue one piece with a deep plunging neckline. You gave me a wink before you pulled your shirt over your head.
You were wearing a bra I had never seen before. It was fuchsia, which was not the most interesting thing about it. The cups were squared off in the middle and the whole thing was absolutely see through. Your nipples pressed hard against the flimsy fabric and my mind immediately wondered why I had never seen it before.
"When I saw this set, I thought you might like it."
As soon a the words left your mouth, you turned and slowly pulled your shorts down to reveal a matching set of equally see through undies. They covered most of your bum, but the transparency made them sexier than even the tiny thong from two nights ago. Your tan line showed right through and when you turned to face me, I could see that you were completely shaved.
