Four and a half hours after take-off at Gatwick, and Sarah and I were all checked into our “adult only” Cretan hotel. As we unpacked our suitcases in our villa apartment, we were all smiles, as well as in the holiday spirit, having already drunk our free, welcoming cocktail at reception while waiting to get the keys to our apartment.
I kept trying to peek at what Sarah was unpacking, but every time I looked, she caught me. It almost became a game until she told me to wait in the lounge until she had finished and all her sexy new clothes were safely in the wardrobe.
One extra thing I did pack was a box of twenty-four large-size condoms, just in case. I showed them to Sarah, and she laughed, “Twenty-four? I doubt we will even use one!”
Despite Sarah’s comment, I had once again noticed that she had not completely rejected using them as something completely out of hand.
We were both in a great mood and ready to party with Sarah, looking as beautiful as ever, and while she secretly unpacks; I think it is a good time to describe her once again.
Sarah is eighteen and a half, a natural blonde with long, slightly wavy hair that stretches three inches past her shoulders. She has a very pretty face, almost girlish with deep blue eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a mouth that has voluptuous lips. They were lips designed to suck cock and thanks to her previous boyfriend, Jerry; it was something that she was very talented at doing.
Sarah is five feet nine and a bit, she started to add the bit because Clare (my other girlfriend) is five feet ten inches tall, and she didn’t want to be considered any shorter than her. Yes, Sarah is tall with curves all in the right places. She is slim, but she does have slightly larger than average D-cup breasts, which sit a little larger on her trim frame. With longish, extremely sensitive nipples and it is quite possible to make her cum just by playing with them. It was something which I had managed to achieve a few times in the seven months we have been together.
Sarah has long slender, model's legs, and until recently a sparsely blonde-haired pussy between them. But for this holiday she had fully shaved, just like Clare was. It was an action I encouraged and approved of, as both girls knew bald pussies were my fetish.
Sarah has a loving and caring personality, as she would always be the first to cuddle or ask if anything is required. She is also very tolerant, mainly of me, and is kind, but just like Clare, she does not always realise just how beautiful she is. Having been until recently quite shy and even withdrawn.
Sarah had a tough time before me, but with Clare’s arrival, and our love growing, we both knew that it was time to open up a little more. To the world, we were the perfect couple, but for this holiday only, and if the opportunity presented itself, we discretely planned to open up the sexual side of our relationship.
But as Sarah secretly unpacked, I asked myself, would that be possible?
*****
(Authors Note:- See Crete Hotel Layout Drawing, above).
The villa apartment was lovely and the pool, though small, was fine and good for seven or eight people to sit in, but not big enough for swimming. Our apartment was the last one in the complex and would have been totally private, but for our one neighbour. They were to the left of us and therefore nearer to the main complex. To me, it felt like these two apartments had been last-minute additions and now lived in their own little world, well away from the hustle and bustle of the hotel.
It was perfect for the two of us.
As you looked out through the patio doors at the rear of our apartment, you could see to the left of us, our neighbour and their identical property. To the right was a very high hotel complex boundary wall. There were flowers, bushes and trees in front of it, and beyond were olive trees and scrubland. They built the boundary wall to keep us in and, more importantly, non-paying guests and the local wild goats out.
In front of you is a small terraced garden, with a small sun deck on the higher level near the patio door. Here is where our two white sun loungers are located, and there were also flowers and some bushes to give you a little more privacy. It was a very private space.
At the bottom of the garden, there was a white picket gate where you had to turn left as there was no right as we were at the end of the path. When you turn left, you to walk past our neighbour’s matching gate and the path would take you to the main pool and the pool bar. A three-minute walk away. So not far, but not too close. Beyond was the main hotel complex where we will have breakfast, our evening meals and maybe even lunch. We were on a good all-inclusive deal with all the meals provided free to us.
Within the main hotel complex, there are several large bars, a dance floor and hotel shows which are put on for the guest’s entertainment.
At the rear of the hotel, beachside, and on top of the cliff, was a long terrace. They wrapped it around the front of the hotel building and it had its own terrace bar, a dance floor, lots of chill-out areas and a couple of viewing areas. There was also a higher platform, with a roof and glass all around it to give shelter from any wind or rain. You could take your drinks up there and sit or stand and see the sea, and the little islands. You could watch the sun go down or, if you were very keen, come up.
The terrace bar was large and on warm evenings, the place to relax. Listen to the band or deejay and watch the people on the dance floor, wiggling to the music. I liked the terrace and its bar, but there was a big part of me who preferred our own private villa apartment, its pool, and just cuddling up to Sarah. Knowing the action was just a short walk down the path.
Our private villa apartment had it all, as far as I was concerned. If you stood at our patio door and looked straight ahead, you would see a clear view of the blue, calm sea that stretched out to the distant horizon. Where there were a couple of islands, just a boat trip away.
We have been told that there is a sandy beach somewhere below us, though it is not possible to see it from our apartment as we were too high up and set back from the cliff edge. To get to the beach, there is a path that runs from the hotel and descends below and we have been told that is only a ten-minute walk.
The bottom of our apartment terrace had the pool on the left and a shady area with garden furniture on the right. I guess you could call it a chill-out area and I imagined us drinking cocktails and other alcoholic drinks there later. Our neighbour’s setup is exactly the same as ours and I guessed that all the villa apartments are identical to one another.
Inside, there were just three rooms. The front entrance lobby area, where the wall safe, wardrobes, and cupboards were. It also has a door to the bathroom with a shower for two.
The main living area was at the rear. It had a view and two double beds, a kitchen area, a settee and a television. It was absolutely perfect for us, as we were fully self-contained and almost completely private.
When Sarah first saw it, she squealed in happiness. I just grinned.
The setting was perfect for Sarah and me, our romantic getaway.
*****
Our first evening meal was still some five hours away and that would be in the hotel’s restaurant, where the dress code was smart and casual. To pass a few hours, we decided to be lazy and lounge around the apartment and in our pool with a drink or two. We could explore the complex more tonight and, of course, we had all day tomorrow to get into the swing of it.
I went to the nearest bar to get us two cocktails while Sarah changed into a bikini. I was hoping for the white micro-bikini, but when I returned, she was already in the pool. It was a new light blue bikini and even though I could only see her top, I could tell it covered a lot more skin than the white one, but it still look very sexy on Sarah especially as her two large boobs were doing their best to escape the bikini top confines but that was not all that was going on.
Sarah sitting there in the pool and she was talking to our neighbours who looked like they had just come from the beach as they had beach towels and a large beach bag with them. The terrace gardens were not that wide so you could almost touch your neighbour’s hand from the pool itself, that is, if they choose to lean over the low separating rock wall. As I walked through the gate, the conversation stopped and they all looked at me. I smiled; a cocktail in each hand.
“This is my boyfriend, David,” Sarah said to introduce me. “And this is Don and Ashley, our neighbours. They are from Manchester and have been here a week and have another week to go.”
I put the drinks down by the pool, and I shook hands with Don and then Ashley. As I did so, I evaluated them, white, around forty-five, slightly shorter than us and both in excellent shape. Don wore swimming shorts and a T-shirt. Ashley had a small gold bikini on with a transparent white sarong as a cover-up. I also notice they were both very well-tanned.
“Pleased to meet you both,” I said, maybe a little too formal. It looks like there has been wonderful weather here, as you both have lovely tans.
They laughed and then Ashley answered…
“Yes, it’s been wonderful weather here, low thirties Celsius (around ninety Fahrenheit) each day and very little wind. It can get very windy here, hence all the screening around the apartments.”
“You can tell we are British,” Sarah injected, “Talking about the weather.” We all laughed, but it was reassuring it was still summer here. Back home, autumn was already fast approaching.
Don then stated, “David, if you want, you can get your drinks delivered straight to your apartment pool. All you got to do is place an order an hour before and when they deliver, you can make a new order. They just charge to your room or if like you…” Don was looking at the blue bracelets that we were both wearing around our wrists. They signified we had paid for all-inclusive, “They do not charge at all.”
I thanked Don and slid into the pool next to Sarah and we sipped our drinks, which were in plastic glasses. We said, “Cheers,” to our neighbours as they went into their apartment next door, leaving Sarah and me alone in our pool.
“What do you think of the place?” I asked with a grin as we sat there on the pool seat and kissed.
“It’s everything I hoped for. Thank you for taking me here.” Sarah snuggled up to me before kissing me again, but this time on the cheek.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” I asked. “The choice is yours.”
“If the weather is nice, I like to explore a bit, maybe go down to the beach, but in the afternoon I want to spend here sunning myself as we have shade and privacy. I also would like you to keep my drinks topped up as I going to have a really lazy day.”
I chuckled, as that sounded like an excellent idea to me. A lazy day watching Sarah getting a tan in her white micro-bikini… that sounded perfect.
We spent a pleasant hour in our little swimming pool, which included me making two more trips to the pool bar as our cocktails just seemed to evaporate in the Cretan sun. I was also pleased to see Sarah relax, the sun and the alcohol doing their work. Sarah’s new light bikini top looked interesting. The top was slightly see-through, and now wet. I could just make out her nipples, but I wanted to see it all, as Sarah hadn’t yet left the pool.
“Sarah,” I whispered, hoping she would agree to what I was going to ask.
“Do you mind showing me your entire bikini?”
“I have only seen the part that currently bobbing on the water.”
Sarah looked down and blushed. I don’t think she was aware before my question that I could partially see her nipples, particularly her pink areolas.
She looked back at me and giggled, “I didn’t know… it is new.”
Sarah ducked down into the water. Her action made me chuckle as most of the women around the main pool were topless. It was the norm. You were allowed to sunbathe topless; it was one of the attractions of catering only for eighteen and overs, for adults just like us.
“Are the bottoms the same?” I asked. I grinned and hoped.
Sarah looked around. We were on our own, and apart from our neighbours, it had been that way since we arrived. Sarah pulled herself up until she sat on the top pool step. As she sat there, she opened her legs, pulling the wet, light blue bikini material tight across her mound.
To me it looked fine as you had to stare to see her shaved slit; though pubic hair would have easily shone through.
“It looks fine to me,” I grinned, Sarah’s face red from a blush as she slid back into the water. She knew that the wet material had gone slightly translucent.
So I helpfully suggested. “If you were topless, men would not be looking lower at your wet bikini bottoms.” I checked myself. Sarah was staring at me, so I carefully added, “I want you to be topless, but only when you are ready.”
