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The following story contains descriptions involving sexual activity
and adult situations which may be inappropriate for viewing by minors.
If you are not over the age of 18, I strongly urge you not to continue
reading this.
This story is part true, part fiction. In fact it's a collage of
events which actually covered much more time. The names have
obviously been changed. As well, these events took place at a time
when most sexually transmitted diseases were curable. That obviously
is not the case in today's world. AIDS, Hep B, Hep C and probably a
host of nastiness of which I am unaware, are far too dangerous to take
chances with. Given that, please leave the idea of unprotected sex
with a stranger to the pages of fiction.
Anyway, standard disclaimers apply. This story may be copied or
archived as long as no charges of any kind are charged or applied for
any reason. I guess that should be clear enough. I am however
interested in critique and responses so please feel free to respond to
"bosun83@hotmail.com" either positively or negatively.
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Blue Aegean (pt 1)
The saga begins.................
An arrow of sunlight split the columns of the ancient
temple on the island of Aegina as we ghosted southward on the evening
land breeze. The boat rode easily, the breeze shifting to the north.
Without a sound other than the gentle gurgle of the northern Aegean
passing over the hull and the rhythmic creak of the mast and rig, we
rolled in time with the swell. Pam, topless, stretched out on the
foredeck shivered slightly as the afternoon warmth faded to the cool
evening. Stirring finally, with goose bumps covering her firm
breasts, she went below to put on something more suitable to the
climate. We raised the southeast tip of the island and turned west
as the azure of evening twilight settled into the violet of night.
Agia Marina is a small tourist town on the southern side of
Aegina. It surrounds an U- shaped bay, about a 2-hour sail west of
Athens. The anchorage provides good shelter from the prevailing
northeast winds and as such, makes it one of my favorite stops when
sailing the Aegean. This time, however, as the sails fluttered down
to be stowed, an engine alarm sounded. A red light on the control
console indicated an overtemp condition. This was surely not a good
sign at the outset of a holiday, but not an insurmountable problem.
Probably a bloody water pump packed in. Shutting down the engine, we
again set sail and cruised slowly toward the beach and anchored in
about 15 ft of water about 100 yds. offshore. No one seemed in any
hurry to crawl into the bilge, and having experience with the local
nightlife, the choice was obvious. We headed for the beach. Night
had fallen dead calm. The only sounds being the gentle swish of the
tide on an ebb and the occasional waft of music from one of the discos
near the water as we rather clumsily launched the dinghy and made our
way to the town dock.
It was 1984. Our crew consisted of four people. I guess I
should introduce myself be fore we go further. I'm Jeff McKay, an
Anglo American engineer by trade and expatriate by choice. It seems
many of us who don't fit the corporate silhouette migrate like geese
through one third world contract to another. Tim and Bill as well
were on holiday from a defense contract in the Middle East, and Pam
who was a British nurse as well as Bill's main squeeze made up the
fourth. We were on a 3 week cruise through the Eastern Med generally
hopping islands and luxuriating in as much hedonism as we could
manage.
Being a Monday night, even in a tourist town, the nightspots
weren't terribly crowded. In fact the clientele seemed mostly local
which was fine by us. We were knocking back tall Amstels and
generally inquiring about engine repairs. It seemed that most of the
latter questions were answered with a reference to a nebulous
personage known as "The Engineer." Fair enough,
"I'll deal with that in the morning," I thought, as more
important things seemed to be on the agenda.
Halfway through the next round two women sat down at the
table across from us. One an animated, freckled redhead, and the
other a rather subdued blonde. Quite frankly we didn't pay much
attention. They seemed to be speaking a language that I didn't
recognize and my pidgin command of French, Spanish, and Italian wasn't
going to be up to the task. Nevertheless, the later we stayed, the
longer they stayed. Finally at about 11:00 Bill and Pam decided to
leave to go back to the boat. Tim left with them to take the dinghy
out and bring it back for us. That left me nursing a beer and making
small talk with a local fisherman who had been mingling in and out of
our conversations all evening.
"Excuse me..." in clear English, it was the redhead from the
adjacent table. "Do you know
when the last bus to Aegina town leaves?"
I excused myself from the fisherman and moved over to the
girls' table. "Buses to Aegina,,,, no, I'm not sure but we can check
the schedule at the stop outside." I offered.
"Thanks" the redhead replied "By the way, my name is Anna and
this is Yvonne."
I introduced myself and said that my friend Tim was coming
right back, so if we were going to check the schedule we should do it
quickly. Yvonne offered to stay at the club to catch Tim on his
return.
Anna and I made our way down the stairs from the second
story club and out to the street. The businesses in Agia Marina line
the beach, however, the main street is on the island side of the
shops, so that the backs of the buildings overlook the water. The bus
stop was probably half a block away. We walked along the sidewalk
chatting. I discovered that she and her friend were from Stockholm,
she a single mother and Yvonne married to a rich old man who
apparently didn't mind his 20 something wife spending a holiday with
her friend while he stayed home. The bus schedule listed the last
bus to Aegina town (located on the Eastern end of the island) at
01:15. Since it was only about half past eleven they had an hour or
so before it would arrive. We went back to the club.
Yvonne and Tim were on the dance floor and seemed to be
getting on well. Yvonne, very slender to the point of willowy,
almost disappeared inside Tim's arms as they slow danced. Tim, a
former surfer from Los Angeles was always good bait to troll with.
On the other hand, in my opinion, Anna was far and away the pick of
the two, and she had her head firmly on my shoulder, so who was I to
complain. We danced, talked and generally had a great time to the
effect that either by accident or design, the last bus left without
our two Swedish friends. A short discussion later it was confirmed
that they'd spend the night on the boat and return to catch one of the
morning runs back to their hotel. The club was apparently open as
long as there were customers, but the crowd including ourselves
started a natural thinning shortly after 2AM. Not long after that we
were climbing over the rail on Medusa, my 40 ft charter boat and
hopefully retirement home when the time comes.
Tim and Yvonne headed below immediately while Anna and I
grabbed a blanket and nestled in the cockpit watching the stars and
sharing a brandy. Anna was sitting between my legs leaning back
against my chest. We picked out Orion the eternal hunter with his
belt and sword making his way across the night sky. Anna's hair
smelled of some fruity shampoo. It created an interesting
counterpoint to the harbor and sea as I kissed her neck and ear. She
half-turned meeting my kiss with a passion, her tongue dueling with
mine. We lay back on the cushions of the seat feeling the movement
of the sea as we rolled gently on the tide. It wasn't long before we
were both naked, exploring each other's body with fingers, lips and
tongues. Her breasts though not large were beautiful, milky white
with tiny little nipples. I nibbled and sucked first the left until
it stood like a little soldier, then moved to the right for the same
treatment. My hand drifted southward, stroking her inner thigh, and
as her legs opened to give easier access, over then into her warm
wetness. Anna moaned, no, more of a gentle sigh or "mmmmm," her
fingernails tracing a pattern on the back of my neck. Then, a gentle
pressure downward let me know with no uncertainty what she had in mind
next. As I kissed my way lower and lower I found a neatly trimmed
pubic triangle that I couldn't wait to get my face into. My tongue
separated her outer lips and found the other "man in the boat",
alternating light licks and nibbles with deep gentle sucks pulling it
between my lips. Her legs clamped my head on either side and she
began to tremble, then thrusting upwards from her chest to hips again
and again as she held me tight.
After Anna's breathing returned to normal and the leg
lock on my head was released, we lay together on the narrow seat.
"I,,,I know this sounds contrived, but, I've never come
like that before." She whispered, her hand stroking my raging hard
on.
"Well, in the words of Al Jolson, ‘ You ain't seen
nothin' yet'" I grinned. "There's a lot more where that came from."
Without saying anything further she rolled on top, her
hand guiding me into her. The combination of the brandy, the Greek
islands and an incredible redhead riding my pony was indescribable.
Anna leaned forward to kiss me as we met each other with long slow
strokes, each time almost pulling out then sliding in and in for what
seemed an eternity until we ground together, unable to get closer.
"Jeff, Jeff oh Yesssss,,," she whispered, biting my
neck. "Good....oh so good"
We began to move faster both sensing the moment.
Harder and harder, each stroke, each thrust better, more satisfying
than the last, until unable to hold back long I came. Again and again
the spasms wracked my body. Anna, nails dug in my back, was
shivering, trembling, eyes closed, shaking. I grasped her tightly,
unable, unwilling to breathe. Afraid to lose a precious second of the
moment.
Slowly, the pounding in my ears began to subside. I
looked at Anna, so beautiful in the moonlight. Behind her the stars,
the constellation of Orion, the hunter. I think I saw him smile.
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To be continued.......................
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