The sun was high in the sky and it was getting hot when Cindy reawakened. She laid in bed for a few minutes contemplating their farewell lovemaking. It had been unsatisfying and frustrating. Her husband had been too determined to confirm his virility to pleasure her. If not for their previous lovemakings, she would have resented Carl's selfishness.
Cindy's stomach growled menacingly, forcing her out of bed to search for food. She forced herself to shower, dry herself, then wrapped herself in a towel to contemplate what she should do about breakfast. She checked the cupboards and the small refrigerator. There were pots and pans for cooking as well as cups, plates and utensils for eating, but nothing to eat. She would take herself out for breakfast.
After a moment of vacillation, Cindy decided to wear the same dress she had been wearing when they first arrived in Plakias. She had hung it up out on the balcony to dry after running it through the apartment's amazingly compact washing machine. Walking out onto the balcony with only a towel wrapped around her felt deliciously wanton even if the towel really was not that revealing. She allowed herself to linger, standing at the railing to once again savor the view of the Mediterranean.
After a quick search Cindy discovered where her bra had landed after being carelessly cast aside during last night's lovemaking. She blushed when she realized that it was stained with Carl's semen. She hand washed the bra in the sink, then hung it out to dry.
Cindy was about to get another bra from her luggage when her stomach growled ominously. She needed to stop stalling and eat. She quickly slipped into her dress without a bra or panty. She checked herself in the mirror. The fabric failed to completely obscure her nipples and large dark aureolas, but hunger allowed her to convince herself that it wasn't really indecent. The dress made it obvious that without support, her breasts rode low on her chest to reveal her age. She had what Carl had once referred to as the "National Geographic" look. She decided that she was to hungry to care. After baring her breasts for all to see at the beach yesterday, her standards of modesty had become more flexible.
Cindy found a cafe near the apartment where she could dine on the patio. The young waiter was an African immigrant rather than Greek. He spoke flawless English with a British accent. He was more than attentive. He was politely flirtatious. His obviously not so innocent attentions were a boost to her ego. A warm breeze provoked the realization that the tastefully low cut neckline of her dress became far more revealing to anyone standing above and beside her whenever she leaned forward to take a bite. Since she wasn't wearing a bra to obscure her breasts, the waiter was being treated to perhaps more than a glimpse of her breasts. Her embarrassment was brief. She had after all been briefly topless on the beach yesterday.
After breakfast, Cindy went shopping. There was little point in recreational shopping. She had thoroughly explored the few shops in town the previous day. Most of the trinkets that she might have purchased as gifts had obviously been manufactured in Asia rather than in Greece.
Cindy shopped for the basics at the grocery store. Her selection was far from comprehensive, but it was adequate to ensure that she would not starve if she didn't eat out at restaurants while Carl was gone.
The question of what to do the rest of the day was simple. While Cindy was eager to explore, she had all summer. More importantly; she was still fatigued and jet lagged from the flight over. Their international flight out of New York had been forced to turn back by mechanical problems. The passengers had spent what had seemed like a week waiting around all night in an airport that was otherwise deserted while they waited for the mechanics to repair their jet. Carl had made disparaging comments about Airbus products and had been obviously relieved when the airline brought in a Boeing jet to finish the it flight. A day of doing nothing aside from relaxing on the beach with a good book was exactly what she needed.
Although Carl was gone, Cindy's tan lines would reveal if the had worn her one piece suit rather than her new bikini on the beach. She was not certain that he would be pleased if she wore the bikini when he was not around, yet she decided to wear it.
After a brief walk to the beach, Cindy laid claim to one of the umbrellas with lounge chairs that had been laid out. However; she decided to begin the afternoon laying on her stomach in the sun to tan her back. She quickly realized that not having her husband around to apply sunscreen to her back was a problem. She considered returning to the apartment to change into her one price suit. Fortunately; one of the African immigrants who was so prevalent was working a concession stand on the beach noticed her plight and offered his assistance. He too spoke flawless English with a British accent. His intentions were obviously not entirely honorable. Cindy vacillated for a moment before accepting. She reasoned that the need to serve his customers would ensure that the situation would not get too awkward.
Cindy realized that she might be wrong when she felt the African immigrant unhooking the clasp of her bikini top. She resisted the urge to protest his presumption. However; she reasoned that it was really no big deal. Her husband had unhooked her bikini top so she could fully tan her back yesterday.
The large hands applied sunscreen to not only Cindy's back but her exposed flanks. As she luxuriated in the sensual pleasure, she made the mistake of raising herself up on her elbows. The African interpreted this as an invitation to apply sunscreen to her exposed breasts. Panicked by the unexpectedly intimate contact, Cindy dropped back down on the towel. Her new friend understood the hint and accepted it without protest.
