Email From Greece

I have received lots of interesting E-Mails from readers of "My Day of Roses" stories. One, however, from a guy named George sent from Kavala Greece was especially captivating. It looked like a form message advertising himself. Out of curiosity I answered his email and was intrigued and excited by what he said to me in follow up letters. His letters were honest without exaggerations, and I began to trust him. He has two URL sites that have pictures of him. One URL has great nude pictures of his classically beautiful penis, which appeared to be the perfect size even though it looked much larger than what I was used to seeing.

Inspired by his letters I decided to write a story about my character Elisabeth corresponding with this pussy hound and see where it would take them.

Then I said, "Hell no." I have been dedicating myself to Elisabeth, a fictional character of my imagination, and it was about time I should write an erotic story about myself, yes me, Rosehip. I'll save Elisabeth for a later story. This one is mine!

Reading many of the stories on the Internet, I realize I am "a babe in the woods" compared to the women who have had so many erotic experiences. My husband is probably average in the way he is endowed, and I hunger for the more gifted men so gloriously described in many of these stories. Since he is ten years older than me, he has also slipped away from most sexual activities, but I am still young, lusty, and looking for adventure with the "studs" described in many of Elisabeth's experiences

I continued my correspondence with George asking him questions about his conquests and getting back beautiful information that I was incorporating into the story. This was fun, and I enjoyed corresponding with George, especially when he graphically answered my questions about his affairs. Each reading would turn on my pussy juices, and I found myself masturbating when I thought of being with him.

In my letter to George I started writing about personal things about myself I have never divulged to anyone. Reading back over my letters to George, I was able to get a clear picture of myself, and I was not happy with what I read.

I realized I desperately wanted an affair with a well-endowed man, and I did not have the courage to seek a local man. Another consideration was that if I had sex with a large man, Hubby would feel my relaxed or stretched vagina. I finally realized that since I was no longer having sex with my husband, my fear was academic.

The only local man I might have considered was the minister of our Church, who would come to the house and talk to us. One afternoon he came by and caught me in my shorts; hubby was at his stockbroker, and the two of us were alone. I noticed that during the conversation about the choir, his bulge appeared to get larger, especially when he looked at my legs. I did cross and uncross them many time hoping he would get the message. I could tell by his voice he did. His wife was a sweet soul who was cursed with fat legs and thighs. I figured it would take very little effort on my part to get him to make a play for me.

Before I could set something up with the minister, he took a sabbatical for the summer to attend classes at his seminary.

Needless to say when I found out I said "Oh Shit"

Then I began to think the man who made me hot for the minister was George, and it was George that I wanted to be with, but he lived far away in Greece.

Little did I comprehend at the time that my fantasy story would turn in to reality with my Greek E-mail friend.

When the urge to be with George became so great that I would "cum" reading his letters, I knew I had to somehow get to Greece and personally see the man I had decided was my own "Greek God."

I finally worked up the courage; I would fly to Greece and be with him. I knew what I wanted to happen, but you know it doesn't always work out the way you want.

I made my first phone call to George and asked if he would be open to a visit from me. His answerer was an enthusiastic "Yes." He was as anxious to see me as I was to see him. We set a date, and he said he could get a week's vacation or all the time we needed. I sold some of my stocks and made air and hotel arrangements. I told Hubby I was going to a writers' convention. Hubby and I had not had sex in ages, and I suspected he had feelings about my trip. He did not however, ask questions and wished me a pleasant trip.

In past mailing I told George I could be old enough to be his Mother. He said he loved older women dearly and told me a story about a 61-year old widow he had an affair with. It was a beautiful story that I am looking forward to writing in the future. So early on he knew about our age difference. I am one of the fortunate women who happen to have young age genes, and I have been told I look much younger than I am.

In these mailing I had included recent pictures of myself, and he seemed quite pleased with what he saw. With all the pictures we had sent each other, we knew exactly what we looked like.

I arrived one day earlier than I told George so that I could catch up from jet lag, have my hair done, and get a first-class facial. I needed the break after an eleven-hour flight to Athens and then an hour flight to Kavala in northeast Greece.

When George arrived at the Asterias hotel in Kavala, I was waiting for him in the lobby. I could see that he was just like he described himself, five-foot eleven, a handsome man in his mid-thirties. His hair was brown and black, and he had a beautiful tan. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, with a couple of buttons open at the neck, which allowed his ample hairy chest and large biceps a maximum exposure. I knew my five foot seven height and 145 pound weight would make us a nice looking couple, that is if you did not examine me too closely.

He was so much more handsome than his pictures, and the long lingering kiss he gave me was better than I had ever had. His kiss let me know he was pleased with what he saw. I was dressed in a short skirt, hose, and a comfortable blouse. The skirt allowed me to best show off my great legs and most of my thighs. A gal has to show her best features, and heaven knows my best features are limited.

I melted at his touch, but I didn't want to fall in bed with him before we had even talked and gotten comfortable with each other. He sensed my feelings and suggested a light dinner at a small near by restaurant that was famous for their "Souvlaki Sandwich," which is the hamburger of Greece. At home I would call them the Cadillac of Pita sandwiches. We walked the short distance holding hands and talked as if we had always known each. George had a good athletic walk and he kept in shape with his hikes and mountain biking when he wasn't racing around in his motorcycle.

The restaurant was just like he said and the Souvlaki sandwiches were excellent. The Greek dry red wine we had slid smoothly down my throat, and the pleasant buzz relaxed me. Without saying it we both did not want to overeat and have bloated tummies for what was to follow, so we declined dessert. After eating we sipped the remainder of the red wine while we smoked on Camel cigarettes. George told me he would teach me all about the merits of Greek wine and how to choose a restaurant that served its own.

George suggested a ride on his new BMW 1150 GS Motorbike. He said he would like to show me some of his city. I had never ridden on one and wondered how I would do in a short skirt. I notice other women were riding behind their men, and they had one hand holding down the skirt and the other hugging their date. I did the same. I enjoyed holding his solid body as the light wind swirled around me, and he showed me the sights of his beautiful city.

The ride was an adventure in itself and the vibration from the motor was doing strange things to my clit. Maybe that was part of his plan, but I really didn't need stimulation, as I was more than ready. The cooling breeze up my skirt was striking my moist panties combating my hot vagina. Gosh it felt really great. I do believe my vagina was winning the battle as it cooled very little.

I suggested we go back to the hotel and he immediately turned in that direction. I hung on to his hard body even tighter, as he showed me what the BMW could do. Most of the two wheelers I saw were of the motor scooter variety and we got envious looks. I mentioned this to George, and he said, "They were looking at your legs that went all the way up." I liked what he said.

In the room we hugged and kissed, and he slowly started removing my clothes. At the same time I was in a frenzy to remove his. We both were finally undressed and just stood looking at each other. As my nipples got hard and stood upright, I could tell by his beautiful large erect penis he was pleased. To me George's legs were very hairy, just as I had seen in his pictures. I couldn't wait to rub my smooth legs against his.

Looking at his erect penis I jokingly asked him it there was a Centaur in his immediate family tree. He just grinned and said, "I only inherited the horse-like good parts of this mythical half-man half-horse being." He continued with, "As you know the Centaurs were know to be bad guys who roamed about raping the women, and when they smelled wine they really got wild." I said, "I hope you can hold your wine, and if you think you need to rape me please do, that is if you feel you can meet the challenge." I do believe his penis got stiffer, and the head really bulged out slightly larger than his shaft. I knew he would be a tight fit and might cause me a little discomfort at first, but my lust for him overcame my nervousness.

I found myself being grabbed and carried to the king sized bed. He started running his hands and tongue over my body, all the while telling me how beautiful my body and legs were. He didn't touch my pussy right away, and I was going crazy wanting him to get to my center. I reached for his cock wanting to taste him. When I sucked him into my mouth, I realized how big he really was and how good he tasted. It had been years since I had tasted my husband's member.

I was really enjoying myself when he asked me to stop. He said it was time for real fun, and started to turn me over wanting to enter me in the Greek style. I stopped him and asked, "If you agree to starting our sex in the missionary style, you can later change and do it in any way you desire. I want to watch your facial expressions and kiss you." He agreed and said, "I will be a good instructor and will be gentle introducing you to the pleasures of rear entry"

When I was comfortable on my back I spread my legs and asked him to be extra gentle. He had a puzzled look on his face. I explained that I was childless and had not had sex in months, and before that only with my average-sized husband. In addition, I had been doing my Kegel exercises faithfully in order to present to him a snug, inviting pussy.

He said, "Oh you precious darling. Thank you for your present, and, yes, I will take it slow and easy until you adjust to me." Smiling he said, "After that you had better hang on."

He positioned at my entrance and wiped the head of his penis in the juices that were leaking out of my pussy. When his large head was coated, he slowly pressed his head against my outer portals. I could feel my pussy being pushed in like a hand was forcing itself against me. Finally his head gained entry and slid in, stopping just past the portals. I could feel a hurt sting as the head of his penis gouged into my tight sphincter. His large head and my tight pussy gave us both wild erotic feelings. After holding this position a while I said, "Please go in some more," and his slow entrance was making me feel wonderful. The stinging sensation subsided, I and could feel my tightness grabbing hold of him, as he slowly pushed in full depth with me moaning incoherent words and twisting my head back and forth in an uncontrolled passion.

He was saying how good I felt, and I was trying to say, "George, my darling," between moans. He was in control, and I loved it. After a prolonged period of his slow long masculine strokes, he reached down and started to play with my clit. It didn't take long before I was flying. My hips started to gyrate, and I was meeting his down strokes with a firm upward thrust. I managed to say, "George, my Dear, I am hanging on." Then I felt his penis swell to a new and wonderful dimension. With the tight fit I could feel his cum throb down his shaft and squirt against tender spots that have never been touched before. His release of cum was a grand event for me, and I cried out in joy.

Soon we both climaxed, me letting loose with the best climax of my life, a wonderful feeling, a glorious feeling I had never experienced before.

When we calmed down all I could say was "WOW." His reaction was "Let's rest and see if we can do it again later." I was ready, but not ready. By now the excitement of my first real sex, the long airplane flight, and the sensation of feeling like a middle age virgin took their toil. To put it bluntly my pussy was sore, and it needed a rest.

I said " How about a cigarette?" We both lit, smoked, and gently rubbed our legs together, reveling in the touch of each other.

I loved the feel of his soft hairy legs against me and enjoyed looking at our bodies side by side. My legs, in contrast, were void of hair. A beautiful sight it was. His dark Mediterranean skin and my light complexion highlighted both the oneness and the separateness between us. When he asked me to sit between his legs, I was surprised, but willing to do anything to please him. When I was seated with my back against his chest, he reached around and started playing with my breast. I felt the warmth rising again in my still burning body. He did know how to use his hands. First he would push my boobs together using his glorious fingers to pinch and pull my nipples, while massaging them in a milking fashion.

I was really enjoying the attention when he asked me to turn over and saddle his body...I must have had a question in my eyes because he said he wanted a little "R & R." Now I really had a question. "What on earth is an "R & R?"

He laughed and said, "Don't you remember the story of Romulus and Remus and how they were suckled by a she wolf?" I said, "Yes, I remembered the story but what does that have to do with us?" George laughed again and said do what he said, and I would see. So I straddled his body and let my breasts hang down. He propped his head on a pillow and started to suckle first on one breast then the other. It was so exciting I could feel it all the way to my toes. Then I looked between my legs and noticed a little movement of his penis, so I moved between his legs and took his semi limp pleasure into my mouth and tasted the wonderful blend of our first sex.

As I sucked and licked him, he started to harden. I continued my sucking and licking his member until finally he exploded in me. Boy o Boy did I have to gulp, and I almost gagged.

I was in the mood for more sex with my centaur stallion, but my pussy was too sore to continue. I explained my condition to George and asked if we could hold off till morning, and then he could do whatever he wanted with me. I told him that my labia was swollen, my sphincter was stinging, and felt like it was open and gasping for a breath of cooling air.

I do believe George was not too disappointed, as he had put on a royal performance and had cum numerous times. Yes we both have had a long hard day.

I then took a long warm soaking bubble bath, luxuriating in the gentle waters that my well-broken-in pussy needed.

George took a shower and then got in the tub with me teasing me as he dribbled water on the exposed parts of my body and slowly soaping my skin. After a while we got out and dried each other.

Going to bed nude, we cuddled like a pair of nested spoons and fell asleep till early morning.

Being an early riser, I woke up and noticed that George was sleeping on his stomach. His well-rounded butt was ripe for my mischief. I gave one cheek of his ass a good slap and then followed with another resounding slap on the other cheek. Boy O Boy did he react. He looked at me and said, "You #$%^&* Bitch, so you want games this early?" With that the wrestling match began. At first I thought I was holding my own, but he was just playing with me to get my pussy all worked up and moist and juicy. It worked!

I was hoping that doing it "Greek Style" was more than me just looking at the mattress while he pumped away

When he was fully aroused, he rolled me over on my stomach and told me to get on my knees and spread my legs. He got his nose in my pussy and started a slow lick, stopping at my clitoris changed from licking to sucking my clitoris in and out, like the magic button was fucking his lips. Coming out for a breather, he then worked on my inner thighs. I was in emotional heaven. I had spread my legs real wide to ease the pressure on the walls of my tingling pussy. Then he entered me Greek style. Yes, I was still sore, but the feel of his penis gave me pleasure that quickly overcame any previous soreness, especially after his large head passed my inner labia. This time he pumped slowly taking his time, slowly massaging my nipples, my clit, inner thighs, and pussy.

It was strange that his hands appeared to come from nowhere, adding to the erotica of the act. What I enjoyed most was that as his penis went in deeper, it brought different areas of my vagina into contact with his stroking penis. You know I don't remember looking at the sheet as my eyes were shut, and I was fantasying that I was being taken by one of the mythical centaurs in Greek mythology. George's hairy legs rubbing against my smooth thighs and his horse-like endowment just added to the sensation.

I was enjoying him so much I didn't want it to stop, but like all good sex it ended in another mind-blowing orgasm.

What a wonderful way to start the second day with my lover, and a great lover he was.

George suggested that we have our breakfast sent up and eat on our private balcony. I asked if we were going to have a typical Greek breakfast and he said, "This hotel is know for their fine foods, but let's save the Greek meals till later." That was fine with me.

We had room service bring up sweet rolls, hard boiled eggs, and lots of coffee. I asked George to tell me more about his work as a race-car photographer and he related some very interesting tales of his travels. With our second cup of coffee we lit up and enjoyed the sights and sounds of a beautiful city waking up.

George suggested, "In order to save you a big hotel bill and me a lot of traveling, why don't you spend the remainder of your stay with me." I replied that I budgeted for the hotel, but now we can spend the money for other things. When I checked out, I made arrangement for my suitcases to be sent to George's apartment, as our transportation for the day was his BMW. I noticed that most of the people in town used motor scooters for their transportation needs, and it was quite common to see a man and woman both riding together.

I knew today is going to be a great sexation! Oops I mean vacation.

George had a second floor apartment that really surprised me when I entered, as it was very tidy. I make a complimentary comment, and George said, "Eleni comes over once a week and cleans up the place." He had told her when I was coming, so she did great job, even cleaning out the refrigerator.

As we were talking and breaking in the apartment with hugs and kisses, there was a knock on the door. George answered and said "Hi Eleni, come on in and say hello to Rosehip, my friend from Texas." It appeared she knew all about me and handed me a plate covered with a small white towel. She said in Greek, "Kalimeeral! (Good Morning), and I hope you enjoy your stay." George did the translation as she spoke, and in turn I took the cover off and saw a breakfast cake covered with pecans. The dough of the cake had the appearance of some stateside ready to bake buns. I smiled and thanked her. Eleni said, "It is called Paximathia (Breakfast Toast). When ready to eat just slice and finish baking." She said George knew how, and with a sinuous smile and a wink at George, she said goodbye and left.