Amity and her husband had just arrived in Europe for their honeymoon. They were going to a small Greek island.
John had told Amity that it was hard to get a place there, as it was rather old fashioned. He hoped that his new wife wouldn't think it was too old fashioned. It was an old castle surrounded by rocks along the southern side and had a crescent beach at the front.
A ferry took them to the island, and Amity jumped up and down with glee at the sight of the castle. John was happy that she liked it.
She noticed another slim young girl jumping up and down as well. She remembered that her name was Melanie. They had spoken before, and found that they were both fit and sporty.
Amity gazed at the big, grey, stone castle. She thought it looked so romantic and she felt a thrill with the thought that John was finally going to make love to her after waiting so long. She had held him off for a long time, and felt as keen as he probably did.
The ferry docked and several couples strolled down the gangplank. Amity looked around at the others and realized they were all honeymooning couples.
The couples were met by two old women of indeterminate age. They greeted the couples warmly and everybody was soon settled in.
After an evening meal, the two ladies told the couples that they were on their own for their first night. They wished them a good night and disappeared up the stone staircase.
Amity noticed that they stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back. One was staring intently at her and her eyes seemed to glow red. She thought it must be a trick of the light. The other woman was staring intently at the gorgeous young Melanie and her eyes seemed to glow red as well.
Amity felt a strange thrall for a moment, and then the women turned and disappeared from view into the darkness of the stone corridors.
She shook her head and looked at John. He was standing up and holding out his hand. He asked "What is the matter, Darling?"
She blinked a few times and shook her head. "Nothing" she answered as he took his hand and led her up the stairs.
Their room was a typical stone room with an open window just as it would have been centuries ago. The bed was a canopied four poster and Amity thrilled at the thought of what was soon to take place on those lovely white sheets. She was thrilled, but also nervous, as she'd saved herself for her husband until she was married to him. She was a virgin. And tonight she was to lose her virginity.
She opened her bag and took out a transparent white silk chemise that she'd secretly packed for her first ever night with her new husband. She was beautiful and didn't really need any dressing up, but when John went off to the bathroom, she stripped and slid it on, over her beautiful nakedness. Glancing down at herself she saw how her pink nipples pressed visibly against the material and he love-hair showed through it as well.
She climbed onto the bed and lay back in the middle of the white sheets. She started to feel sexy! Amity smiled to herself and wondered if her husband was feeling sexy also. He seemed to be taking a long time in the bathroom.
Amity heard the big oak door creaking and glanced at it. It was slowly closing and she wondered if a breeze was making it close.
It closed then, with a solid thunk, and Amity suddenly felt a soft breeze blow on her thighs. The breeze lifted the hem of her chemise and blew it up over her waist.
She felt the breeze stir the silky hair of her love and gave a shudder of delight. Her sex was getting more and more aroused as she waited for John.
Amity brushed the hem down to cover her love-mound and almost immediately the breeze blew the hem up again, exposing her moistening love.
