I've recently booked a holiday back to Mykonos which has brought back some rather vivid memories of my last trip there. This is a repost of what happened some time ago now - I wonder if this holiday will be as memorable!
The tale concerns a holiday I once had with my now ex-wife Wendy, I've changed her name - though now divorced it was on the whole a pretty amicable split and as we remain good friends I'd still like to keep it that way.
In true Lit fashion I suppose l should now describe Wendy; in a word she was petite, 25 years old at the time, some 2 years younger than me, 5 ft 2in and nicely packaged in a lithe firm body. She wasn't a super model or a glamour queen, and I didn't think so even when I was married to her either, but she was very cute and a lot of fun to be with. A head of thick dark, shoulder length hair that was naturally curly, and may god help anyone that dared say it was permed. Her breasts at 34B, weren't big but neither were they small, sort of in between, perky if you like, with really dark nipples that would stand on end with the slightest bit of provocation. We didn't have any kids, through choice, and her use of the pill, consequently, her pussy was delightfully tight, she kept it neatly trimmed with a nice landing strip, even back then, and to top it all, it tasted delicious. Her best feature was undoubtedly her ass, or as we say over this side of the pond, her arse, which truly was the perfect peach. Character wise she was what I would call flirty, preferring male company to female and she loved to be the centre of attention, though without it seemed, ever trying to be. She just had an abundance of that thing that you just can't quite put your finger on, sex appeal, animal magnetism or whatever it was; she just had loads of it. There was a fun, naughty side just hiding below the surface that always seemed to show through whatever it was we were doing.
Wendy was what could normally be thought of as a sun worshipper. Any chance she got she would be out in the garden, bikini on and topping up her tan, and I have to say, what a tan it was. She had the sort of skin that never seemed to burn no matter how intense the sun was, she just went a deep golden brown, almost chestnut colour within about three days. I on the other hand have to go through the well done lobster stage before my skin gets used to the sun, and even then I would never catch up. While the bikinis she would wear in the garden were a relatively modest style she still had the ability to attract attention, she wasn't too concerned about showing a flash of side boob or propping herself up on her elbows leaving her top undone while she read a book, suffice to say the neighbours lawns were always being cut when she was out there. Sadly living in Scotland we don't see nearly enough of the sun, hence the holidays abroad whenever we got the chance.
We had been looking forward to the holiday for months and when it finally arrived it was hard to believe the time of departure had come at last. Wendy and I had been planning the holiday to Mykonos for ages, and were looking forward to two weeks of doing nothing except lying on a beach relaxing.
We had been to the Greek islands before, Corfu and Rhodes as well as trying a couple of the Costa Del's in Spain but the two of us had developed a love for Greece and planned on seeing as many of the islands as possible. Mykonos as well as being one of the most picturesque of the islands was also reputed to be one of the most cosmopolitan and it was for these reasons that made up our minds to go there.
We arrived on the island mid-afternoon after a coach and ferry ride from the airport, the sun was high in the sky and the place was truly beautiful. Brilliant white buildings highlighted with blue doors to match the gorgeous blue seas it truly was idyllic. The apartment we had rented was just as we had expected having been to Greece before, simple and basic but all that we needed was there, and luckily it was in a gorgeous location half way between the beach and the town. We spent the rest of the first day exploring the old town which was a maze of cobbled streets lined with bars, restaurants and shops before having dinner and heading back to the apartment.
First thing next morning we headed for the beach stopping on the way for breakfast. A large bay filled with white sand was waiting for us when we got there. We found a spot just down from a bar, rented a couple of the sun loungers and got out the books, a truly blissful place. About 30 seconds after our arrival and following her usual ritual look around to see that she wasn't going to be first, Wendy's bikini top was shoved back into the bag.
"Well, I won't be needing that again," she laughed as she lay back in the sun lounger.
Her pert breasts exposed to the sun's rays beating down on them along with the eyes of anyone that cared to look. I casually looked around enjoying the view of the many semi naked women on the beach around us.
"Nope, certainly doesn't look like it," I replied
We lay there for the day, having a swim now and again and going for the occasional ice cold beer at the bar as the temperatures soared, I watched her in mild fascination; I swear I could almost see her skin changing to brown in front of my very eyes as the sun beat down on her half naked body. The little droplets of moisture from her perspiration seemed to bead on the oil of the tanning lotion making her body glisten in the sunlight. Regular adjustments to her bikini bottoms were made throughout the day to ensure that as little as possible of her skin remained untanned.
Back at the apartment we showered and applied the after sun lotions to each other that lead to the inevitable christening of the holiday bed followed by yet another shower. We grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and went out to sit on the balcony and watch the world go by until it was time for dinner. After about an hour we were joined by Pete and Dave, on the balcony adjacent to ours, who were in the next apartment, the balconies only separated by an iron railing. We said the usual hellos, how are you doings and made some small talk before it was time to get ready to go out to eat. Dave and Pete were also there for the two weeks and were studying the same course at university; they were half way through their holiday when we arrived. As we were leaving Dave said we should try some restaurant or other and gave us some directions as they had found the food there to be the best. I said thanks and that we might give it a try. We wondered at first if they were a gay couple but meeting them in a bar later on that evening soon quashed that thought.
This was the way the holiday went for the next few days, lying around on the beach all day at what had become "our spot", catching the sun and just relaxing in each other's company till it was time to head back to the apartment. Then it was out onto the balcony to catch the last of the day's sun while having a beer or two with Dave and Pete, chatting about where we had gone and what we had been up to the night before.
A few blushes and non-committal comments confirmed that they definitely were not gay, why is it that women always need to extract every detail, Wendy was a total sponge for everyone's life story, in no time she had found out that they were both 19, where they were from, what they were studying, what they liked and disliked etc etc.
We never saw the guys during the day and it turned out that they used the larger more popular beach to the north of where we were staying, joking that it was a better "hunting ground". It was clear to me that Wendy was in her element as the two guys were clearly chatting to her more than me though not in an exclusionary way, it just didn't seem to matter what I was saying, if she went to refill the beers their eyes followed. Don't get me wrong, mine did too, I wasn't at all jealous or annoyed, it was something I was used to and had endless fun teasing Wendy about, though she knew the effect she could have she always denied it, secretly though we both knew she loved the attention.
Watching her though as she skipped away to get a couple of cold ones from the fridge I could understand it, wearing just her bikini bottoms and a sleeveless t-shirt, the way her nipples pushed against the fabric it was clear that it was only the bikini bottoms she had on. The coldness of opening the fridge only made them harder and the return journey to the balcony made watching them jiggle a sight to savour, a sight only I could see until she actually appeared back on the balcony, then it was a case of who cared what anyone was saying there was something nice to look at, though thankfully not in a staring creepy sort of way.
Looking back now, for her part, I suppose when you've been lying topless on a beach all day, even when you wear just a skimpy vest type top it would feel like you were being modest, on my part, I think having spent the day surrounded by semi naked women, I was probably a little immune to boobs or maybe anesthetised would be a better way to put it and I think the guys were probably the same to a degree. Still, when having a few beers it's always nice for us guys to have some eye candy to look at.
Pleasant though the company was it was soon time to get showered and dressed before heading into the town again for a bite to eat, some sightseeing and a trawl through the multitude of shops that all seemed to be selling the same holiday mementos.
