I could feel the hot baking sun reflecting off the white washed walls as I sat beneath the shade outside the little cantina. My mirrored sunglasses, scratched and tarnished lay on the table, angled so I could see the door to the interior in their reflection. My ex had always thought them very ‘passé’ but I had bought them with the first money I had earned from a paper round when I was just fifteen and even though they were worthless they were one of my most treasured possessions.
The foot traffic along the narrow cobbled street was beginning to diminish as the sun rose to its zenith and all the locals started to retire for their afternoon siesta. I saw Kofryna step from the cool interior carrying my black coffee in the reflection on my sunglasses. The owner of the cantina, Kastor, was shaking his head behind her as she wove her way through the empty tables to deliver the hot drink to my table. My Greek was almost non-existent but I got the feeling the first time I had asked for a coffee during the afternoon he had called me a fool. At least I hoped it was just a fool.
He retired into the depths no doubt headed for a cot to snooze away the hottest part of the day. Kofryna would ‘hold the fort’ till he rose two hours later. I had ascertained that she was from one of the old USSR states but I couldn’t be sure which. I assumed that she was here for the summer as I knew none of her native language and she knew very little English. She seemed to be able to speak Greek quite well and possibly some of the neighbouring countries languages but knew nothing of French or Italian in which I could just about hold a conversation.
We generally communicated by a rudimentary form of sign language. I had wondered quite a lot over the past ten days whether she was flirting with me or it was just her native way. I sincerely hoped she was! She placed the tray on the table and lifted the Briki onto the table along with my cup and a small bowl of brown sugar. A cold glass also sat on the tray, beads of moisture coating its surface and a few cubes of ice clinking within. I looked up into her dark eyes and she waved her hand at the chair opposite me. I smiled and nodded.
She pulled the chair backwards and slipped lithely into it crossing her long tanned legs as she did so. I glanced down to be rewarded by the long slit in her plain white cotton dress falling open to expose about six inches of her tanned thigh. I felt my cock stir within my shorts and lifted my gaze back to her smiling face..
Kofryna was the reason I had stayed longer than the four days I had planned to spend on Irakleia. Berlin was looking farther and farther away. She said something, probably in Greek but I could never be too sure with her accent. I shook my head but smiled to be rewarded by her light laugh. “It’s weird... I could say almost anything... about what I would like to do to you...”
I grinned even wider as she nodded in ignorance. Without the addition of language, even the smallest hint of understanding, I found it very difficult to judge her reactions. She was definitely friendly but at no point had she ever made physical contact, drinks, food and the bill would all be placed on the table, never directly into my hand; an exquisite torture. I watched her full lips, glistening with lip salve, as she continued to talk, the edges turning up at the end of each sentence as if about to smile. Her dark eyes would rove around the street always to return to me at the end and beginning of each unintelligible phrase. Her accent was quite soft and a pleasure to listen too.
I was letting her soft voice wash over me and it took me a few seconds to realise that the last mysterious sentence was left hanging. Her head was tilted as she looked at me, her long dark hair rolling down over her left shoulder exposing a long expanse of neck on the right. “I haven’t got a clue...” I answered shrugging my shoulders as my eyes flicked to the spot on her brown flesh where her shoulders met her neck. She rolled her eyes down and to the left for a moment before leaning forwards. I was beginning to believe I had absolutely no control over my eyes as they dropped down the ‘V’ formed by her white cotton dress. A pulse of blood flowed into my cock as gazed at her décolletage. She lifted her arms and mimed swimming.
The smile on my face spread as my blue eyes rose back to her dark ones. She appeared to be quite aware where my gaze had wandered but didn’t seem to be taken aback by it. I nodded to indicate that I did swim, “Yep... I can swim... quite a lot...” again the look of contemplation appeared on her face, I noticed a small wrinkle appear beside her left eye that wasn’t mirrored on her face. She lifted one of her slim hands and held her nose while forming the thumb and forefinger of her other hand into a circle and lifting it up and down beside her head. She burst out laughing and dropped her mime as she saw the look of perplexity on my own face.
I shook my head, quietly laughing. “Sa...’snockling’...?” she offered.
“Snockling?” I replied and she nodded, “Ahhh... snorkelling?”
“Snork-ing!” she mimicked.
I leaned forward across the table resting my elbows either side of my empty coffee cup. “Sn-ork-ell-ing” I enunciated as clearly as possible.
“Snorkling?” she replied.
I nodded, “close enough... snorkelling, yes I do enjoy a good snorkel” I almost sniggered as I realised my friends back home would not have left a double-entendre of that calibre slip by.
She nodded herself slipping back into her native tongue with what possibly have been ‘yes, yes’ or something similar. She leaned back and twisted in her seat looking out across the street and into the nearby square and began gesticulating, her hand whipping forward and sideward. Obviously she was giving me directions and I assume it was to a good piece of coast for snorkelling.
Kofryna turned back towards me and saw the expression of complete ignorance on my face. I picked up a napkin from the table and pulled a pen from a pocket in my cargo shorts. She nodded and took the pen from my hand and began to scribble. When she had finished she handed me the rough map and finished her drink. A further monologue of incomprehensible words followed as she stood up, the only word that I vaguely understood was the last one, “antio” (probably). I smiled and waved as she wound her way back through the empty table to the interior of the cantina. My eyes automatically dropped to her ass.
I gathered up my belongings and headed for my old beaten-up Landrover parked on the opposite of the road. The interior was hot even though I had left the windows down. The black leather of the driver’s seat burnt the backs of my knees as I reached below the seat and felt along the rusty bar beneath for the micro-switch I had installed at the beginning of the summer before I had set off on my rambling tour of Europe. Checking the gear sticks were in neutral and depressing the clutch I turned the lever on the ignition. I had lost the keys so many times since I bought the Landie five years ago I eventually removed the lock and had installed the lever. I waited for twenty seconds before rotating the lever all the way round and the old faithful machine spluttered into life. A small cloud of dark smoke issued from the exhaust before the engine settled down into a powerful rhythm. I checked Kofryna’s map and pulled away from the Cantina.
****
The Landie shuddered to silence as it rested on the side of the dirt road just a mile outside of the town. I could hear the waves lapping against the shore at the foot of the cliff as I stepped out grabbing a bag from the rear doors. Stepping up to the edge I tried to see how I was supposed to descend the sheer rock face. I lifted the hat from my head and scratched my closely shaven scalp before pulling the crumpled pack of cigarettes from my shirt pocket and lighting one up. I inhaled the acrid fumes as I pulled Kofryna’s sketch from my back pocket. I was sure that I had followed them correctly but there didn’t seem to be any way down to the sea. There was a little scribble about where I was standing on the roughly drawn map. I turned the paper around and examined it more closely.
It looked like a capital ‘W’. I looked about and wondered was it some sort of marker. At first glance nothing stood out but as my eyes wandered back past a small overgrown patch of shrubbery the wind, that had been gusting quite a lot up here on the cliff, seemed to pause and four small trees that weren’t much more than sticks straightened.
I grinned as I watched them relax into a crude ‘W’ shape. “Mad... mad...” I muttered to myself. I lifted my small rucksack and walked towards them, carefully stepping around a couple of cacti and into the thicket. As I carefully neared the cliff edge I saw a narrow set of steps. Steps weren’t really the word for them as only a few had been carved and the rest were natural. Most had been just utilised lumps of whatever the local rock was jutting out from the rough face of the cliff and over time had been smoothed by the relentless weathering of the Aegean Sea.
I managed to descend to the soft golden sand without incident to find a safe haven from the wind and crystal clear waters stretching across a narrow straight to a deserted island.
****
Fishes of all shapes and sizes and colours ‘flew’ around me apparently happy in the knowledge that I wasn’t a predator. The water caressed my skin as I rolled and dived down to the coral. It felt as if I was immersed within a warm bath rather than the open sea as a. gold and blue fish pecked at my goggles and finding nothing edible quickly turned tail and swam away. I surfaced for air, treading water I looked about and saw that the current running through the channel was leading me out to sea. It wasn’t too strong and a few strokes had me headed back in the right direction. Once I was satisfied I prepared to dive once again, I saw a glint of bright sunlight from the top of the cliff. I pulled up my goggles for a clear view but saw nothing. It was probably the windscreen of the Landie reflecting through the bushes, the small secluded beach was still deserted as I pulled my goggles back down ensuring a water tight seal and dived once again beneath the waves.
I surfaced on the rocky shore of the small uninhabited island, pulling off my snorkel and goggles, massaging my stubbly cheeks where the rubber had held firm against them. I sat down on a large pale rock and pulled of my flippers before laying back and letting the sun evaporate the water upon my skin. After only a few minutes I felt my flesh begin to glow beneath the sun’s rays. I ran a fingertip across my chest; no hint of oil remained after the thirty minutes I had spent in the water. I sat up and opened my eyes. The day was still extremely bright and I sneezed twice at the dazzling light. Shielding my eyes beneath my hand I looked across the narrow channel for my rucksack which lay well above the high tide on the opposite shore. The sun sparkled of the waves between as I squinted. I could see a dark spot on the beach and I assumed the rucksack must have fallen off the rock where I left it. It was still well clear of the waterline.
My gaze wandered up the faint line of the steps and I could see the roof of the Landie above the foliage. I cursed inwardly once again that I had neglected to recharge the scuba tank lying uselessly in the rear. I stared back to the narrow steps in the distance and imagined the locals making that descent thousands of years ago. Grinning I pulled on my goggles and fixed my snorkel before searching for a deeper spot of water and diving into the sea.
****
I surfaced ten metres from the beach and stood in the shallows. Water droplets ran down my goggles making my vision indistinct. Turning my head to the left I saw my rucksack lying on the sand and awkwardly walked towards it in my flippers. As I was exiting the surf I pulled off my goggles and snorkel and shook my head. Salty droplets flying from my long sun bleached hair, once again I rubbed the marks left by my goggles and as I lowered my hands I saw my rucksack move.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. Kofryna sat on a large multi-coloured beach towel on the sand pulling a thin cotton summer blouse around her, a large yellow Jute bag beside her. “Yahsu” I said eventually after overcoming my surprise. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily despite the cool sea water still soaking my trunks. I dropped my snorkel and goggles in front of my crotch just in case. Kofryna was obviously topless beneath the thin blouse which I noted she hadn’t bothered to button up. She leant back, her hands flat on either side of her, the valley between her breasts slick with suntan lotion on display and her dark areolae obvious through the sheer material.
The only other item she was wearing was a black pair of bikini bottoms which I figured was what I had mistaken to be my rucksack when I had been across the channel. She repeated my greeting and continued unintelligibly. She nodded to the sea and I answered that the swimming was worth the journey, unsure if that was actually what she had asked and sure that she didn’t understand me anyway.
I quickly surveyed the rocks about us and saw my rucksack still perched on the rock where I had left it earlier just behind her. I pointed to it and walked over and picked it up, turning around she smiled at me and pointed to the sand beside her which I took to be an invitation. I pulled out my own towel, almost blushing as I dropped my swimming gear to the sand, worried that my cock would swell and betray my desires. Quickly I dried the remains of water from my torso and then flicked out my towel beside her.
“Thank you, by the way, it is a wonderful spot... all the more so now...” she nodded politely in response with a small smile. I turned to my rucksack and pulled out a large plastic bottle of still water. Unscrewing the top I offered it to Kofryna who shook her head. I took a long drink satisfying my thirst. I wasn’t sure but from the corner of my eye I was sure that she was taking a long look down my torso. Once again I felt my cock seem to pulse as it decided unilaterally that it needed more blood.
When I lowered the bottle I let it stand between us hoping it would obscure my crotch. I gazed at the myriad of tan lines etched on to her feet like some soft Peruvian tattoo showing the Nazca geoglyphs. I wondered how many different styles of sandals she wore. Her eyes followed mine and she grinned leaning forwards and traced the pattern with her fingertip. She continued to talk as if she was telling a story and I continued to stare at the tantalizing way her fingers glided across her skin.
In my mind’s eye I was dreaming of those fingers dancing delicately across my own flesh, in particular one portion that was hardening as we sat there. Even though her focus was upon her feet I didn’t dare reach down to my trunks to straighten my increasingly uncomfortable penis. I tore my gaze away and looked at my fingers twitching on the neck of the plastic bottle in a far too phallic –like way. I quickly dropped my hand to the towel between us causing Kofryna to turn back to me. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as if she could read my thoughts.
Kofryna once again said something and when she saw the look of incomprehension in my eyes she pointed to my torso. “I’m not sure I understand...” I answered. She turned away and rummaged in the large bag beside her and pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion. “Ahhh...” I reached into my rucksack and pulled out a bottle of Aftersun, “Thanks”. Perhaps it wasn’t my self-consciousness that was the only reason for my hot cheeks. I began to liberally apply it to the reddened flesh of my face. When I had also done my arms, legs and torso I placed it down in the sand beside me. Once again Kofryna spoke and then pointed to my back. “I’m sure it’ll be alright...” I offered shaking my head. She shook her own and reached her small hand out towards me for the bottle. I chewed briefly on my bottom lip before handing her the bottle. I was stuck between the devil and the deep blue Aegean Sea.
As she squirted the thick cream into her hand I decided to turn onto my front as I was fairly sure that her hands upon my flesh would lead to my cock demanding a whole load more blood than was decent. I was aware as Kofryna shifted position and I felt my cock swell as her thigh touched against mine and knew that her top would be hanging open and all I had to do was to turn my head to see her bare breasts. I rested on my elbows and hung my head down as I felt her slim fingers apply the cooling lotion to my skin. Her hands slowly rubbed across my shoulders and worked the cream up my neck into my hairline and then down around covering my shoulder blades. I wanted to groan but fought the urge.
My member continued to swell uncomfortably within my trunks pressing into the sand beneath the towel. I wasn’t sure if I wished that I had taken an earlier moment to straighten it or not but I knew that I’d be lying on my front for some time now. Her fingertips eased along between my ribs with each outward stroke and curved down with each inward one. She began to speak in that soft voice of hers and I closed my eyes as she picked up the bottle once again. I yelped as she let it drip unadulterated onto my lower spine. In reflex I twisted my head up to look at her. The grin on her mouth betrayed her attempt at innocence as my look of mock fury wavered. My eyes were resolutely demanding to drop away from her face and to her exposed chest. I laughed and turned my head away once again, the image of her hard dark nipples etched into my mind as my eyes glanced across them.
Her hands returned to my back and she once again began talking as they meandered lower down my sunburned flesh. The sensual experience was coming to an end as her fingertips slid across the waist of my trunks and my cock was as swollen as it could be, twisted almost painfully beneath me. I sensed her straighten and settle back onto her heels now silent, I wondered what it would be like to run my oiled hands over her back. I was just about to turn my head once again and thank her for her ministrations when I shuddered. Her slim slick hands were sliding down the backs of my thighs. I felt her twist, her knees pressing into the side of my thigh as her fingers firmly worked the restorative cream down the backs of my knees and calves. I bit my lip to stifle a moan almost relieved when her hands left my heels and my treatment was done.
Again, before I could thank her, those fingers were once again upon my flesh. They were even more slippery than before as they wrapped around my ankles and ever so slowly rose up my calves. My cock throbbed beneath me as they rolled across the back of my normally ticklish knees. Her thumb nails scratched the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs as the oil was spread across my hamstrings. I remembered all the times I had massaged or applied suntan lotion to girlfriends and how I would always try to coax their thighs apart wherever we were, be it in bed or on a beach or beside a pool. I felt like those girls. I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs a little. In my state of bliss I would swear that I could hear Kofryna breathing heavily as her hands rose higher. God, don’t stop I thought to myself. Just before her hands reached the spot where my thigh muscles curved inwards they disappeared.
I knew the moan had escaped my lips this time and I felt myself blush deeply. Kofryna said something quietly in her native language, it sounded like a question. “Fuck” I whispered almost silently to myself. “FUCK!” I said aloud as I felt her fingernail scratch along the centre line of my scrotum encased within my trunks.