My wife and I were on vacation abroad, and ran into some people from our home town. It got me thinking... If it could happen to us, why not someone else?
If you're looking for a visual of our female lead character, I was picturing Sela Ward, but perhaps a little more buxom. I hope you enjoy it.
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I looked across the bed to the empty pillow next to mine. It was still warm, and would quite soon again be cradling the very pretty head of my new girlfriend.
She was in the bathroom, humming happily, and reappeared in the doorway a few seconds later.
"Ready for more?" she giggled, smiling brightly.
I suppose I should tell you more about how we met, before we go back for round two.
*****
Believe it or not, this whole thing started on my Mother's birthday.
Little did I know that I would be the one getting the gift.
Anyway, as I said, it was Mom's birthday, and Dad surprised everyone in the family with his present for her. When it came to choosing gifts for Mom, he had a history of small appliances and other household items. Mom didn't complain, of course, but even I could see that she had hoped for something more... well, personal. Something that she actually wanted, not just something for the house.
I had no illusions this year would be any different, but apparently aliens had replaced my Father with a more thoughtful version. When he handed her the small, well wrapped box, I exchanged disbelieving looks with my older sister. There had to be some mistake.
Mom giggled, and started to carefully unwrap the foil paper by tugging on the ribbon that belted the package. In typical Mom fashion, she didn't tear the paper. It would go into her pile of reusable wrapping. She lifted the lid off the box.
Inside, amid the tissue paper, she found a gift certificate... for a new bathing suit.
Ooooo, so close,
I thought. Mom had recently lost some weight, and probably did need a new suit to show off her more slender, fitter self, but it still seemed like a present that Dad would get more out of than Mom.
"Thank you so much, honey," Mom smiled. She never showed her disappointment, even when the gift was a new steam iron. "I do need a new bathing suit. I might even think about a bikini, now that I'm in better shape."
"There's more, darling," Dad said with a smug confidence. "Look again."
Mom dug through the tissue, then froze. She looked at my Father, stunned, and he just nodded.
Every dog in the neighbourhood picked its head up, as Mom screamed in delight, jumping up and down before leaping into my Father's arms.
"I think she likes it," my sister whispered, standing next to me. "What do you think it is? A new blender?"
"Box is too small," I laughed. "Maybe some socks."
"Alright, you two," Dad warned, still accepting my Mother's hug of gratitude. "Be careful what you say, or you might find yourself uninvited."
We just stood silently, suitably chastised, waiting for Mom to let us know what was so exciting. When she finally settled down, she pulled a brochure out of the bottom of the box. In letters three inches high, it cleared up the mystery.
Greece. We were all going to Greece.
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Now, Greece had always been my Mother's dream. She had no real reason for wanting to go there, but she had always wanted to. Dad had hit a home run with this one.
Of course, we weren't going right away. Dad was giving Mom free rein on this trip. It was her gift, so she got to customize it to her tastes. The rest of us were just along for the ride.
It took three months for everything to fall into place. Mom set us up on a two stop vacation. The first part of the two-week trip would be on the mainland, touring the typical tourist spots, like the Acropolis and various other ruins. It was fun, and educational, but I personally feel that once you've seen two or three crumbling stone structures, you've pretty much seen them all.
My favourite part of the trip was the second part; a glorious, relaxing week on Santorini, at a beautiful resort.
There's blue, and then there's Santorini blue. The sky and ocean seemed to be in competition to see which could be the most breathtaking azure hue, contrasting against the stark white of stucco on the buildings. It was remarkable, but not the sight I'll remember most. That came on day one, by the pool.
I had noticed something about Greece, besides that it was old. I was looking at it through a young man's eyes, so naturally the first thing I noticed was the women. In a word... Wow!
It's probably just because the women here fit my type, but it seemed like beautiful, dark-haired women grew on trees here.
It's my Mom's fault. She was a brunette, and I naturally gravitated toward her look as what women were supposed to be like. Here in Greece, they were everywhere.
I wasn't sure what I'd do for a whole week here, but I was willing to start by hanging out around the pool, where the female staff of the resort made for entertaining viewing.
Which is how I met my girlfriend, in a matter of speaking. I was watching one of the pool bar servers wiggle her butt past me, when some movement in the background caught my eye. I shifted my focus, and caught this girl about my age, climbing the ladder out of the pool. She was wearing a bikini, and the bottom half of it was so brief that almost all of her very nicely shaped ass was exposed to my eyes. She turned in profile, and raised her arms to wring out her hair, which was long, straight and light brown.
Nice tits,
I thought, turning my head to follow her to her lounge. They weren't that big, but still had a cute little jiggle to them. I suppose it was obvious that I was staring at her, because as she stopped by her seat, I found myself looking into the dark eyes of a woman I assumed to be her Mother. She was wearing a black one-piece, with a big floppy hat on her head. She had tipped her sunglasses down, and was watching me watching her daughter's ass with a certain level of disapproval. Still, there was a wry grin on her face.
Caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I looked away.
Far too late.
I felt compelled to see if she was still looking across at me, and peeked. Indeed, she was still looking in my direction, and took her glasses off to make sure I saw her eyes. She didn't appear angry.
A few minutes later, the mystery woman began to pack up her things. She stood, her back to me for long enough to etch the much more mature curves of her own rear end in my memory. She was tall, lean and statuesque, with a classic hourglass figure. As she put her cover up back on, she turned to glance at me. I was too enthralled to look away this time, and saw the fullness of her breasts in profile.
She let her daughter lead into the hotel, blocking my view with her own body. At the time, I thought she might have been acting as a protective parent, but in retrospect, she may have been flirting. A final glance over her shoulder confirmed that I was still watching, and she smiled.
I had never really noticed older women before. I was usually more interested in their daughters, but there was something about this woman that captured my attention completely. Her beauty was undeniable. She was a goddess in the land of goddesses.
I had no idea how right I was.
***
Later that afternoon, my whole family was out by the pool again. I was sitting next to Mom, with Dad on her other side, and my sister beside him. The sun had moved, and shadows obscured the other side of the deck. My eyes were closed, enjoying the golden warmth of the later light.
"Excuse me, are these taken?" the voice said. It was a woman's voice, soft and gentle. I opened my eyes.
"Please, help yourself," my Mother replied.
It was her. Those dark eyes gazed down into mine, until she turned to smile at my Mother.
"Thank you," she said, extending her hand to Mom. "I'm Ambrosia Castellanos, and this is my daughter, Marina."
Funny how I started out watching her daughter's ass, and now hadn't even noticed that she was here.
Oh well.
"I'm Carol," Mom responded. "My husband, Herbert, daughter Sharon, and son Henry," she gestured.
Ambrosia made eye contact down the line, starting with my sister, farthest away. "Hello," she smiled, "Hello, hello." She finished with me, next to her.
"Hello, Henry," she smiled, seemingly brighter than the smile she had sent the others. She arranged her towel on the lounge, and sat down elegantly.
Oh my...
My eyes tried desperately not to wander over to the long, lean, slender legs that filled the right side of my peripheral vision. My willpower was being tested further by her foot, rubbing up and down the smooth, tanned skin of her muscular calf. My mother rescued me by starting a conversation with our new friend.
"So, Ambrosia? From your name, I would guess you are from around here? From Greece, I mean," Mom asked.
"Yes," the stunning brunette smiled, "and no. I am Greek, yes. Born in Athens, grew up nearby. But I left over twenty years ago. My daughter and I are here to visit relatives. It's her first time."
"You're visiting relatives, but staying in this resort?" Mom questioned. "Not staying with your family?"
"Ah yes," Ambrosia nodded. "We Greeks and our big families. That's why I left in the first place. I'm here to visit, not renew hostilities. I'm sure you have family members you could do without?"
"Of course," Mom smiled. "Don't we all." Dad turned his head. Mom had never really been my Grandmother's favourite daughter-in-law. It was no secret.
There was a lull in the conversation between Ambrosia and my Mom, as her daughter said something that I couldn't hear. She got up, and went inside.
"Keep it short, please," Ambrosia called after her. "Halfway around the world, and she just has to call her boyfriend every morning. The phone bill is going to be more than the flight." she explained.
"Thankfully, these two don't have anyone to call right now," my Mother laughed. "You said you left Greece long ago. Where do you live now?"
"Well, I met a man who had business worldwide, so after we married, we were quite the globetrotters," Ambrosia said. "It's not the life for a child, however, and when I became pregnant with Marina, we settled in Canada."
"You're kidding! Where abouts?" Mom gasped.
"West coast, in the Vancouver area," Ambrosia replied, turning to look at my mother in surprise.
