A Day by the Pool—Part Three
After the Greek Boy ran away, Daniella and I cuddled for a few minutes before we dragged ourselves out of the bed. Daniella headed for the shower while I searched around for our cloths. It took some work, but after digging through the heap of pillows, used towels, and other items that got dumped on the floor, I found my swimming trunks, her little red bikini, and a pair of white gym socks I was sure belonged to the Greek Boy.
Daniella popped out of the shower dripping wet, "may I have a towel."
"Ah," I quickly looked around the room for a clean towel, "I don't think we have anything remotely clean." I held up the Greek Boy's missing socks, "although we do have our friend's socks if you want to use them."
Daniella snatched them out of my hands, "poor boy, maybe we should bring them to him at the restaurant tonight," she said with an evil grin. Daniella rolled the socks together and placed them in her handbag. Still wet she slipped back into her red bikini. "Let's go dry off next to the pool."
We spent the rest of the afternoon in and out of the pool. I was lovely and quiet. Eventually towards four in the afternoon, the clouds blew in and it looked like it might rain, so we retired back to our room. The maids had been through the room and everything was restored back to its originally glory—including a fresh pipe of clean towels.
For the next couple hours, we both napped, snuck in a little work, and got caught up on some emails until it was time for dinner. For dinner, I changed into my best button up shirt with cargo shorts, whereas Daniella changed into a lovely, long flowing summer dress with thin shoulder straps. She wore her auburn hair up which showed off her lovely back, neck, and, from a certain angle, her lovely brown nipples too.
We made it to the restaurant where the Greek Boy worked around 8 pm and found the place nearly empty. Last night we got a great table on the balcony overlooking the ocean, but tonight with it threatening to rain, the gruff older Greek lady who ran the reception seated us inside.
"What would you like to drink?" the lady asked.
Daniella looked at me to decide.
This was one of Daniella's tests. "Are you having fish tonight?" I asked her.
She gave a slight nodded of her head.
"A bottle of good white wine please."
Daniella smiled.
The Lady shouted in Greek back to the kitchen. A second latter the Greek Boy, with the huge cock from earlier, burst through the door of the kitchen and shouted back, "Ti mama!" Then he saw us, and if he could have, he would have died right there on the spot.
Daniella tilted her head ever so slightly and her eyes twinkled a little bit more, but she gave nothing away about what happened earlier.
Dinner was good. Once the Greek Boy realised that we weren't going to tell his mom on him, he relaxed a little. In the end he attempted to give us a free dessert, but his mom caught him, and yelled at him about it, so we happily paid for it, and left him a healthy tip—along with his missing socks.
By the time we left the restaurant, the wind had really picked up and there was definitely rain in the air.
"Do you still want to walk into town and get a drink?" I yelled into the wind at Daniella.
"No, lets just go to the bar at the hotel," she yelled back.
We turned and headed back to the resort. When we were about a hundred feet from the bar when the heavens opened up, and we were hit with a wall of rain. Daniella screamed and ran for her life scared that she might get a little wet.
Like the restaurant, the bar was almost completely empty. Huddled under the small roof that covered the open-air bar, were only three people. The bartender, a local Greek lady in her late 20's with jet black hair, with a full tribal tattoo down her right forearm, a dozen different piercings visible across her face and ears, and a small rainbow pin on her lapel. The other two people looked to be a German couple, a little older than me. The man was giant, well over six foot tall with short cropped blond hair and goatee, and a pudge pink nose. His wife was almost the opposite. She was very short, with shoulder length dark brown hair with natural streeks of silver in it. Also, she had very big boobs that I tried hard not to look at. Everyone smiled as we jumped under the awning to escape from the rain.
Poor Daniella was starting to shiver. "You stay here and get us some drinks. I will run to the room and get you something to cover your shoulders," I said heroically before I jumped back into the storm.
A few minutes later I returned from our room with a sweater for Daniella. As I approached the bar, I could see Daniella at the end of the bar firming imbedded in conversation with the couple and the bar tender. As a natural introvert I find it absolutely amazing how she manages to make friends this easy. It would have taken me a month to start talking to three strangers.
Daniella saw me coming and turned to introduce me, "everyone, this is Theo. He is American from California."
I handed her the sweater and give the group an awkward wave. "Hi."
Daniella quickly tied it around her shoulders and then turned towards the couple, "This is Burkhard and his wife Nina."
Burkhard, a giant of a man with a big beer belly, stood up, gave me a friendly smile and extended his huge paw of a hand. "Hallo."
"Burkhard is a Computer Scientist like you," Daniella quickly interjected before turning to his wife. "And this is Nina, she is a school teacher."
Nina stood up and instead of shaking hands leaned in close for a double kiss on the cheek, and in the process rubbed her big breast across my chest. She smelled of good perfume and several bottle of red wine if I had to guess. "Hi Nina. It's good to meet you."
Then Daniella turned to the bar tender, "and this is Georgina, she is local."
I raised my right hand and gave it a little wave, "Hey Georgina."
Georgina smiled, waved back and asked, "what would you like to drink?" she asked in her heavy Greek accent.
"A rum and coke would be great," I responded.
The four of us and the bar tender squeezed together down at the far end of the bar, more for warmth than anything. Within a few minutes Daniella had Burkhard and Nina's life story out of them. They had been married for 15 years and had two children—a boy who was 13 and a girl who was almost 12. They live in a small town outside of Frankfurt, where Burkhard runs his own small IT business. Nina works in the local elementary school as a special education teacher. She finds the work tough but rewarding. And this was their first vacation without their children in more years than they could count.
Burkhard and I were just starting to get into a discussion about some seriously geeky computer stuff when Daniella turned her attention to Georgina, the bar tender. "What is it like being a lesbian here?" she asked while motioning to the darken resort.
