The morning sun warmed my skin as I walked down the cobbled street towards the harbor. The jasmine flowers growing on the walls of the white houses perfumed the air to my delight. The harbour was a buzzing hive of activity. Tourists were hiring day boats to explore distant beaches, and local fishermen, tanned and weathered, were packing away their nets after a busy night of fishing.

I was looking for Andreas, whom the hotel owner had recommended when I asked for a boat to a quiet cove. I wanted a place where I could relax undisturbed for the day.

I found his boat, the Nike, at the end of the jetty.

"Andreas?" I asked with a smile.

"Ne. Kiria Amy? He answered back. "Kalimera," he said, extending his gnarled hand to help me board his small boat. Andreas was slightly stooped, his skin darkened by years of sun, with a few wisps of thin grey hair protruding from a faded ball cap.

"Hi Andreas," I smiled, setting my rucksack down and offering my hand to shake.

His grip was firm, his skin rough and calloused. A faint smell of tobacco clung to him.

In no time, I was aboard and settled on a padded bench.

Andreas assured me he knew of a quiet cove with a beach that would suit my needs. He often dropped people there. We exchanged phone numbers in case I needed help and agreed on a pickup time.

He was getting ready to cast off when his ancient mobile phone burst into life.

Arms waved and rapid-fire Greek burst forth.

Finally, he turned to me, "Kiria Amy, my brother Nico, his boat is not starting, he has a lady like you to drop off. Could she come with us"?

"Just a woman, no men?" I asked.

He assured me it was just a woman, so I nodded in agreement.

It didn't take long for a slim-hipped twenty-something to appear by the boat. She carried a beach bag, and a large floppy sunhat shielded her face.

She sat opposite me, with her bag stashed alongside mine.

"My name is Tamsin, and thanks for agreeing to share. I won't get in your way."

"I'm Amy, and it's no biggie," I answered with a smile.

Andreas motored away from the quay, and a strong breeze blew in our faces as we rode the translucent turquoise waters—pure bliss.

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I love boat rides; this one was gorgeous, with hot sun and a cooling breeze—just the motion of the boat to calm my soul.

Thirty minutes later, we were in a small cove, barely fifteen feet from the shore.

"I can't get any closer, it's too shallow," Andreas said as he dropped a small anchor to hold the boat steady.

Slipping my sandals off, I threw them on the beach and slipped over the side.

Warm water lapped my waist, with soft sand beneath my feet. I took my rucksack from Andreas and, holding it aloft, waded ashore.

Tamsin followed suit, splashing ashore behind me.

Together we waved our thanks to Andreas as he pulled up his anchor and motored away.

Total silence enveloped us, broken by just the splash of the breaking waves lapping at the shore and the cawing of the odd seabird.

The cove was small, approximately thirty feet in length, and about the same in width. A few tamarisk and olive trees provided a little shade beyond the pristine white sand.

As promised, it was totally inaccessible to anyone without a boat.

We had six hours until the agreed-upon pickup time. I looked about the beach, the trees offered plenty of protection from the sun, but they were all together at one end of the strip.

"Tamsin, we'll both want shade. Are you happy sitting together?"

Tamsin lifted her floppy hat, running her hand through her black hair.

"It makes sense. I planned to strip off, tan and read. I have headphones, so you won't know I'm here."

We set up beach mats to lie on by the trees. We could move them into the shade in the heat of the day if required.

In my rucksack I had cold meats, feta cheese, bread, water, and a bottle of  Assyrtiko white wine. Added to that, sun spray, a book, and my sketching pad and pencils.

I looked across at Tamsin, and she was watching me, looking uneasy.

"All okay?" I asked. I'd wanted space and privacy, but I didn't want to come across as unapproachable or hostile.

"Yeah, all's good, it's just that I don't have a suit, is that okay?" she blushed as she spoke.

"Me neither," I smiled, "That's why I wanted a spot like this. Back to nature."

The tension visibly lifted from Tamsin.

With that, she tugged her hat off and shook out jet black, shoulder-length hair. It shone in the sunlight.

Her loose-fitting shirt followed, revealing a pair of slight A-cup breasts, barely a handful, really.

The snug-fitting shorts were close behind. No surprises there; her slim legs ended in slightly slim hips. A flat stomach and a totally smooth, hairless pussy.

Despite her wiriness, she was a delectable morsel.

I quickly slipped out of my top; my girls are not huge, but they're full and firm.

Tugging my shorts down, I could feel the breeze against my sex. I'm an outie, with puffy lips, and a semi-permanent camel toe. A neat V-shaped patch of brown hair points the way to paradise.

We settled down, a few yards apart and started to read.

The sun was high and hot, I could smell the cedar from the trees, and the Cicadas were in full song.

Tamsin stood and strolled to the sea. I could see her doing lengths along the shore; despite her slight build, she was a strong swimmer.

Eventually, she stopped swimming and chose to lie amongst the breaking waves.

The sea called my name, so I decided to swim too.

I walked slightly down the beach, giving her some space before wading out.

If you've never swum naked, especially in the sea, you're really missing out.

The water is everywhere. It envelopes your body, caresses your skin.

Like a million warm hands trailing against your breasts, your nipples, your pussy. It is so arousing.

Floating at the surface, I could see small fish swimming under me.

The slight current carried me towards where Tamsin was basking on the shore.

I could see her leaning back at the water's edge.

Her knees were raised, her head was back, and a cascade of black hair trailed to the pebbles. She had one hand between her thighs.

I let the current carry me towards her.

"Errrrrrrgh, Ohhhhh"

Her cries of passion carried across the water.

I put my feet down so I could rest, with my head barely clear of the water.

For the next few minutes, Tamsin lay in the surf, treating herself to a series of orgasms.

I slowly swam further out.

My nipples were aching with arousal. I knew my sex was wet and salty, and it had nothing to do with the sea.

A furtive glance showed me that Tamsin was back on her beach mat.

I made a show of leaving the sea, well away from where she had been.

Getting back to my mat, I started to towel off.

"It's beautiful," Tamsin said, smiling up at me. Her skin seemed to glow.

"It is so warm and buoyant," I said as I sat and reached for my water.

"It makes me horny, I can't help myself," she added

Her dark green eyes were locked on mine, begging for understanding.

"I knew you could see me; being seen makes it better for me."

"I did see you, I heard you too. I liked it, you turned me on."

I shifted on my mat, fully exposing myself to her. My fingers trailed through my swollen lips. I groaned aloud.

Her eyes were fixed on me, my face, my tits, my pussy. She was taking it all in.

Very provocatively, I slickened my fingers with my cum before holding them aloft.

They glistened in the sunlight.

One by one, I licked them clean.

"I need to cum, I've watched you finger fucking yourself, and now it's my turn;" my voice shook with desire.

My cunt throbbed with need. I try not to use the word, but at that point, it was a cunt, not a sex, not a pussy or a slit, but a wet, throbbing and very needy cunt.

It was over in a flash, a brutal moment of pleasure. My fingers plunged deep, stretching me wide before I slapped my swollen clit.

Waves of warm pleasure followed a flash of pain.

My hips bucked as I screamed in release.

Tamsin's cries echoed my own as she crested again.

We both lay in the bright sun, its warmth caressing our spent bodies.

Minutes passed before either of us spoke, "Oh fuck." Tamsin's voice, little more than a murmur.

"I guess we both needed that." My own voice sounded dry and croaky.

I pulled over my backpack and fished out my bottle of wine, "Thank God for screw tops, eh?"

Taking a generous pull, I offered the bottle to Tamsin.

She produced a cup and filled it.

It's funny how intimate we had become without actually touching each other. We just sat, sipping our wine. A companionable silence settled over us.

Tamsin produced some figs, olives, and crackers. Added to my bread, cheese, and cold meat, we had quite a feast.

Sharing food and eating brought us closer together.

As we ate, we moved to sit closer.

I moved my foot to graze hers.

Her toenails were coated in a deep green polish. It looked great against her golden skin.

With a smile, she moved her foot to stroke my calf.

Her touch, or maybe her smile, released butterflies in my stomach.

Having eaten, we dragged our mats into the deeper shade of the Tamarisk trees.

Too full for the heat or much else, I stretched out to rest.

Tamsin stretched out alongside me.

Just as I let my eyes close, I felt her hand take mine.

She guided me to her breast; the firm, rubbery nipple pressed against the softness of my palm.

She sighed aloud as we both let sleep take us.

I awoke first with a strong desire to pee.

Carefully, I moved from Tamsin's side and walked to the furthest end of the beach to squat amongst the trees.

My business done, I stepped into the sea to rinse my hands and pussy.

Returning to our mats, I found Tamsin sitting up, drinking from her water bottle.

"Full bladder," I offered as I sat beside her.

"Now you mention it, me too," she said, hopping to her feet and nearly running in the direction I had taken.

On her return, I asked a favour. "I like to sketch, and I have my kit with me, would you let me sketch you?"

"You want to draw me?" She seemed shocked at the idea, "I'm just skin and bone." 

"Oh, you're way more than that," I set about persuading her.

Finally, I had her perch atop a rock, still slightly in the shade.

I sketched as fast as I could. Yes, she was skinny, but she had tone and definition. There was a strength to her.

I captured that strength, sinewy muscle, long bones, her taught flat stomach. Oh, and her prominent mons, leading to her tight, slight pussy lips.

She had the grace and looks of an athlete. All in all, a very sporty, sexy package.

I was working on catching her large, stubby nipples when she spoke, "Amy, could you pass me my sunscreen? I'm getting a little hot."

"Of course, and I won't be much longer," I reassured her.

Quickly, I delved into her beach bag.

"NO, the side pocket," Tasmin's panicked tones startled me.

My hand settled on a bottle, and I pulled it out.

Not sunscreen, but K Y lube.

I quickly plunged my hand back into the bag, Tamsin's startled words not registering with me.

This time I felt a strange, ridged object and raised it to the sunlight.

Holy fuck, a reptile dildo. Long and thick in green and yellow with ridges and scales.

Tamsin literally screamed as she leapt from the hot rock.

Heat radiated from her face; she blushed from the toes up.

She reached out to take the toy from me, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," her words were almost a chant.

I quickly moved back, holding the offending object out of reach, "Who's a naughty girl then?"

At my words, the poor girl froze in place, "I, I, I must have left it in the bag by mistake," she stuttered out. Suddenly unable to meet my gaze.

"Oh, and the lube too?" I added in a severe tone.

"I think you were planning to bask in the sun with this wonderful dildo deep inside your pussy."

"And what if I was?" Now, there was a spark of defiance in her voice.

"We've watched each other cum, why be shy?" I giggled to ease the situation.

Slowly, her deep green eyes raised to meet mine.

"I've wondered about these, but I've never seen one in the flesh before. Is it as good as it looks?" I asked

"Better than good, they're fucking amazing," she now said, giggling.

"Show me, please," I passed the dildo over. I could hear the desperation in my voice. I wanted to see this slim, sexy girl take herself.

The silicone was firm, warm from the sun. Eight inches long with a fat suction base, it was shaped with a slight curve that tapered to its thin tip. Its surface was ridged with suckers.

"You want me to lie back and fill my cunt with this tentacle whilst you watch, is that it?"

I nodded, barely trusting my own voice, as pure lust swept over me, "Yes."

"Okay, on one condition, you have to do it too."

My knees weakened at the mere thought of it stretching me.

We moved back to the beach mats.

Our beach was largely pebble, large smooth pale pebbles, smoothed by the warm Aegean Sea.

"Trust me, lube is good, sand is definitely not," Tamsin said, picking up a water bottle. Fortunately, we had packed plenty.

With that, she squatted near our mats and trickled the water over her mound, rinsing any sand from her sticky pussy and fingers.

I took the offered bottle and rinsed myself.

There was almost a ceremonial intimacy to the act.

Tamsin lay back on her mat, her head resting on my backpack.

I gave the tentacle a careful rinse, and catching her eye, I gently licked and kissed its tip before passing it to her.

She trickled a little lube over its tip and twirled it around with her fingers.

"I'm quite wet, but would you?" She passed me the bottle.

I squeezed a little over her swollen clit, eliciting a deep groan from Tamsin as it flowed down her slit.

She moaned even louder as I gently spread the lube with my fingertip.

We locked eyes again, fuck this was so hot, so intimate.  I nodded, she smiled, she was ready.

Gently, oh so gently, she trailed the tip along her slight labia. Following the path my fingertip had traced.

Reflexively, she bucked her hips, her breathing deepening as the sensations built.

Eventually, she slipped the tip between her lips, and they slowly parted. A trickle of her honey leaked out to make the dildo glisten in the sunlight.

I could smell her musk.

I tore my eyes from her pussy to look at her face, an expression of pure bliss.

Her stubby nipples were rigid. With her spare hand, she tweaked and stretched them.

Her body shook in response.

My eyes were laser-focused on those stubby brown nubs. I was licking my lips, and I salivated at the sight before me.

Tamsin's hand grazed my knee; she looked down at her breasts and nodded at me.

I needed no further invitation.

My head dropped, and I sucked virtually all of her left breast into my mouth.

My teeth grazed her nipple; my tongue stroked the smooth underside of her breast.

Her body bucked beneath me; I could hear her squealing in delight.

My mouth was assaulted with flavour, saltiness, sweat, and sun cream, all blending into the most wonderful, sexy sensation.

I shared my attention with her other breast, peppering kisses across her sternum on my way.

Tamsin's hand stroked my thigh, her fingers just short of my cunt, but feeling the cum running from me.

It was time to move on. I kneeled back, stroking my wetness.

Tamsin pulled her knees back, letting them drop sideways.

The tip of the tentacle had opened her wide. I could just make out her pinkness, covered in thick white cum.

She gripped the thick base of it in one hand, whilst taking my hand in her other.

Slowly, she pushed that reptilian phallus inside herself.

Her cunt lips parted, rippling as the ridges parted them.

Frothy white cum flowed from her depths.

She panted and moaned, her hips bucked, but she kept a steady rhythm.

We were still holding hands.

Finally, she had taken it all. Just the fat suction base remained, flat against her cunt lips.

Tamsin lay still, letting her body calm. Her breathing settled, and her hips stilled as she accepted the presence of the thick intruder.

I was shocked that her slight frame had accepted it all.

"Well done, that was amazing," I whispered to her.

"It's easier than you'd think," she smiled, "I always take it curve down, then move the tip up."

I was still trailing my fingers through my own cum.

Tamsin pulled my hand to her mouth, licking and savouring each slick digit.

"Now the fun bit, fair warning, I get a little loud," she said

And she did, that slender hand with the lovely green nails grasped the dildo base and pumped it back and forth as she rotated the tip to hit her G spot.

Those few moments will be etched in my mind forever. She swore, she screamed, she begged her God, as her hips bucked and her legs trembled.

Finally, with her knees against her chest, her toes curled tight, she screamed her release.

Quite possibly, the next island over could hear her.

I know I fingered myself senseless, and still I was desperate to try that scaly beast.

Relaxing her legs, she sobbed a demand, "Pull it out, I'm too sensitive, I need it out."

I gripped the slick sucker and tugged.

At first, it stuck, and my slick fingers struggled for purchase.

Every movement triggered squeals and sobs from Tamsin.

"Push it out while I pull," I urged.

She forced half an inch out, enough for me to grip and tug.

The suction broke, and I pulled it out with a loud plopping noise.

A flood of frothy white cum shot out, followed by a loud rasping pussy fart.

I moved to lie beside my new friend. I held her head to my breasts, my fingers combed her silky hair.

Her breathing slowed, and it grew deeper.

We lay in the shade; she was asleep, and I was processing all that had happened.

Twenty minutes or so later, Tamsin stirred, "Ooh, I'm a little sore."

"I could kiss it better," I offered.

"I think I'd like that, but it's your turn to ride the beast," she giggled.

"I know I'd like that," I rolled onto my back, parting my legs.

"Pass it here and I'll rinse it," Tamsin said, sitting straight and kneeling beside me.

I felt myself blush, "It's clean, I er, I licked everything off it."

A smile of pure devilish delight crossed Tamsin's face.

"And?"

"And you taste divine."

I was so wet and horny, desperate to cum. It took just a few minutes of Tamsin's ministrations before my pussy was gaping and pulsing in need.

Even so, I felt every inch of that intruder, every stretch of my channel.

My legs flexed, my heels drumming on the mat as Tamsin fed me more.

Slowly, she brought me to my peak.

The fullness, the feel of the scales, the ribbing, it was overwhelming.

Just as I could take no more, the little minx revealed the tentacle's last secret.

She twisted the base, the tip, lodged tight against my G spot, and started to vibrate.

I lost it.

I awoke a while later, sharing her tenderness, buzzing with post cum endorphins.

Now my face was snuggled against another woman's breasts, her arms cradling me to her.

She moved to kiss me, her tongue slipping between my lips.

A familiar taste assailed my tongue, "Did you clean the dildo?" I murmured.

"Yes, I did, you're delicious, I had to get more from the source," she giggled.

"I could stay here forever," I said, my voice sounding hoarse.

"Sadly, Andreas will be back soon."

We set about tidying the beach, rinsing the smell of sex off ourselves in the sea. Ooh, that salty water stung.

Andreas's boat came into view. I turned to Tamsin, "Are you staying here a while?"

"I have another ten days," she replied.

"Me too."

It turned out she was staying two hotels down from mine, so we agreed to meet up the following morning.

Andreas welcomed us back aboard; we assured him that we'd had a fantastic time.

He pulled an old pipe from his pocket and disappeared into the cabin, tobacco smoke swirling around his head.

Soon we were climbing ashore.

We hugged; I risked a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Tamsin squeezed my boob, pinching my nipple.

I caught sight of Andreas's eyebrows as they raised, "Kalispera," he called before returning below deck.

I turned back to my new friend, "Thanks for an amazing day, Tasmin."

"It was lovely, wasn't it.  Did I mention I have the anal version too? Oh, and my friends call me Sin." With that, we hefted our bags and walked off toward our hotels.