****** Piraeus by Ashe Dream ******
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Piraeus


I arrived in the city of Piraeus at about 3:30 in the afternoon. I swear that
plane could not have landed fast enough for me. All I wanted was to leave
everything about England behind. At least for a few days. I expected this
beautiful city in Greece that I'd heard all about from my friends' stories of
travel would prove to be a wonderland. But all I really needed was a place that
was foreign to me. A place with no familiar faces, no recognizable voices. A
place where I wouldn't have to turn a corner and be reminded of Tal.

Exactly three weeks ago that very day, I had returned home to the apartment Tal
and I shared after a jam session with the guys. I never have anything but fun
when the guys and I jam together and make music, so I arrived home in the best
of moods. I unlocked the door, anxious to see Tal's handsome face and smell his
sweet cologne. When I walked into the front room, it was in an unmistakable
state of disrepair. Pieces of clothing were lying on the couch and on the
floor, and as I surveyed the room, I heard the sounds of Tal's lovemaking
coming from our bedroom down the hall. All my reserve abandoned me. I opened
the door to the room, not caring one bit about anything except seeing the face
of the woman whom Tal had run to instead of staying faithful to me. As I stared
in, I saw her back. She was sitting on top of Tal, who was lying on our bed and
just enjoying the ride. They were both completely naked. I stared at the
woman's back, her flesh interrupted by her waves of long blonde hair. She
bounced up and down on Tal's cock and squeaked in delight, like a little girl
riding a pony at the carnival. As her head swooped around, I occasionally got
glimpses of Tal's face. He made his usual 'fuck faces', closing his eyes
lightly and snarling, sucking in his breath through his teeth so that it
hissed. I always thought that he fancied himself a porn star, just imagining
the camera off to the side capturing his every sound and gesture.

When he did finally open his eyes, they darted over to my figure in the doorway
like he knew I was there all along. I wouldn't call it dread that had come
across his face; it was more like realization, and maybe even relief. Though we
never discussed it, I think I saw the relief of him realizing that he would no
longer have to sneak around with this girl behind my back. I knew about her,
and he knew that if I thought he was cheating I would leave. And he was right.

The rest seemed to happen very quickly. The girl noticed Tal staring at me, and
she turned around to look. When she saw me, she screamed. It was like something
out of a movie. She leaped off of Tal, wrapping the bedsheets around her body.
More than anything I remember her giving me these looks, like I was the devil
himself. Tal stood up from the bed, naked as the day he was born and still
partially erect, and asked the girl to leave. The way he said it, though, made
it sound like it was understood that after this she could come back anytime she
wanted without having to worry. Tal tried to explain things to me as I packed
my suitcases. I barely heard him, still reeling a bit from the shock of it all.
The girl's name was Sara, and she and Tal had been seeing each other for about
four months. Tal and I had only been together for seven, but I had always
thought our relationship stable enough that moving in together so quickly just
seemed like the right thing to do. Tal had been wanting to break it off with
me, but didn't want to come off like an asshole. He knew how I felt about
cheating, and that if I found out he was unfaithful, I was gone. That, he
figured, was the easiest way to let me down. He's right, it would have been.
This explanation he insisted on giving me was not making me feel better about
any of it. What amazed me the most, as I walked out the door with my suitcases
and a few shopping bags filled with clothes and other belongings, was that Tal
actually had concern in his voice and his eyes when he asked me where I would
be going now. While I packed, I had called a cab, and had also called up Martin
from the group. I told him that I was coming over and that I wanted to stay
with him just until I could find a place of my own. Martin said that was fine,
but he wanted to come pick me up himself. I told him not to, just to avoid the
issue. I suspected Martin only wanted to climb the stairs of my apartment
building just so when he got to my front door, he could throw Tal down them. I
didn't tell Tal where I was going, just that I would be all right.

That night, I wept on Martin's shoulder for hours. At the time, I believed that
I loved Tal, although I realize now that I didn't. I thought he was the one,
and now that he was out of the picture, I would have to get my life into
perspective again. It's really something to have the ground fall out from under
your feet just when you think you're the most secure and safe in whatever it is
you are doing. And in whoever it is you think you are.

It was at my friend Fairuza's suggestion that I should take a vacation. She
said it would be good for me to go someplace new and think about what would be
the right steps for me to take. Most of all, she thought I should do it in a
place where there would be no reminders of Tal and the times we had spent
together. I agreed with her advice, but I didn't know where to go. Then she
told me about the vacation she had taken to the ancient city of Piraeus in
Greece. She said it was located right on the beautiful Greek coastline, and was
only a few miles away from Athens. She had gone there with her husband several
years ago on their honeymoon, and she said it was an absolutely amazing place.
The weather was warm and calm, the city was stunning and the people were more
than hospitable. And, she said with a smile on her face, there were so many
gorgeous men there touring the cities that it was driving her mad. She said she
wished she had known about the city before she had gotten married. Maybe she
would have popped off down there for one last fling. At any rate, she was
convinced that was the place for me. She even recommended a nice place to stay,
the Diogenis Hotel. They were wonderfully accommodating over the phone when I
called to make reservations, and they even said they would send a car to the
airport to pick me up and take me to the hotel.

As I walked off the airplane at 3:30 that afternoon, I felt like I was actually
stepping onto the soil of another planet; one where I could be whoever I wanted
to be, and do anything that I desired. I located a man holding up a sign with
my name on it, and he escorted me over to a lovely black luxury car that
transported me to the place where I would be staying for the next two weeks. As
I gazed out the window during the drive to the hotel, I was mesmerized. The
city was indescribably beautiful. The architecture was stunning, and the sun
shining down on the people and the streets they walked upon made everything
that much more glorious to the eyes. I thought that I had found heaven.

Well, not quite yet.

I spent the remainder of the evening unpacking my suitcases in my extravagant
hotel room. Then when 9:30 or so approached, I went downstairs to the hotel's
restaurant, dressed in my favourite long black dress, and had one of the most
sumptuous meals I had ever eaten. I got on quite well with my waitress, and she
told me about some men a little ways down the street who had carts set up
during the day. From those carts they sold the most delectable scampi in the
world, of such flavor as to be found nowhere else. She suggested I visit them
at least once during my stay, and that I would in be for something wonderful.

If only she knew.

I woke up the next morning around 11:00, so I suppose it was actually the
afternoon. I slept like a dead woman, having one of my most restful nights in
weeks. For many days, my dreams had been filled with memories of Tal; both of
the times we had, and of brief visions of he and Sara. As I got dressed and
prepared to venture into the city, I couldn't help picturing Tal and Sara
making love. Maybe they were making love right now, in the bed Tal and I used
to share, in the home that we had called our own. I snapped myself out of these
memories quickly. They were doing me no good, and certainly weren't helping me
look forward to the day I would spend sightseeing around Piraeus and Athens.

I dressed in these tight shiny purple pants that Fairuza had lent to me. She
said they were the pants she used to wear when she went out to the nightclubs
when she was manhunting. Apparently, they worked like a charm. She said they
were sexy and subtle without being sleazy. I had to agree with her there.
Slipping into them made me feel like I was putting on a second skin. Maybe that
was exactly what I was doing; putting on my feathered mask, so I could dance
among strangers unrecognized. What did it matter? I was into this for pure
enjoyment now, and I deserved to find some illicit happiness. To complete the
ensemble, I wore my favorite lacy black bra, and over it my black long-sleeved
button up shirt. It could almost past for a man's shirt, if it didn't hug my
curves so well. I left the top two buttons open, so that my skin and the top
curves of my breasts peeked through. I wore around my neck a diamond pendant on
a delicate silver chain. A pair of black pumps, and my long black leather
jacket made my transformation complete. As I stepped out of my hotel room, I
pulled my long dark hair out of the ponytail it had been in. This was
definitely not a ponytail day.

The weather outside in Piraeus was marvellous. The sun shone as brightly as the
day before, and made the sweet air even more balmy and clear. As I walked down
the front steps of the hotel, I felt little drops of sweat form on my brow and
on my back.

The streets were filled with people. It looked like a Saturday in any downtown
city of any country. A day where people go out with friends or family, a day
for shopping, a day for playing in the park - just a day to be anywhere but at
home. As I walked up the main street, I noticed a large set-up of tables and
chairs pushed over to one side of the street. Only a few of the tables had
occupants. Behind the tables were the stalls that the waitress at the hotel had
told me about. They were right where she said they would be. There were between
ten and twelve cute little wooden stalls lining the street, each one with its
own unique little man standing behind it, selling whatever food was probably
his speciality. The vast majority of them, though, were selling the grilled
scampi. I wondered how I could possibly choose the right stall to go to. I
tried to employ a restaurant-choosing method my grandmother was fond of: always
go to the restaurants that are crowded with people. That way you know the food
is decent. If you take a chance on a little hole in the wall, you may certainly
be finding a cozy little haunt that you could call your own, but you may also
be flirting with disaster as far as the quality of the food was concerned. I
gazed around at the carts, and saw that only one of the five or so carts
selling the scampi actually had a customer at it. The rest of the men at their
lonely carts had bored, shiftless looks on their faces. The cart that the one
customer was at had a man behind it that looked like he may explode from the
personality bubbling inside his body. He was all smiles, and he was gesturing
so much I was surprised his arm-flailing didn't make him lose his balance.
Though this man seemed quite amusing I thought I would instead go to one of the
lonely carts, despite my grandmother's wisdom, and give one of the forlorn men
a chance.

I was about to make my way to a short, moustached little man's cart when
suddenly a man's voice cut through the surprising silence of the bustling day.

"Miss, do not visit that sad little man! Come to my humble restaurant and taste
MY shrimp!"

I jumped and nearly bumped into one of the set-up tables. I looked over and saw
that the voice had come from the man with the only other customer on the
street. The man was absolutely beaming at me, and those frantic, welcoming
gestures were now being directed at me. Seeing the man's sudden excitement, the
customer turned around to see what all the fuss was about. I got my first look
at the man who shared my hunger for scampi. He had a big smile on his face as
he watched my reaction, no doubt from the man's ridiculous amount of
enthusiasm. As our eyes met, his smile edged off a little. We just stared
intently at each other. His face was breathtaking. His features were very
strong, almost as if they had been chiselled out of stone. He had a small but
full mouth. The best part, though, was his eyes. They were deep set and small,
but gleaming nonetheless. Though I couldn't be sure from that distance, I would
have guessed that they were ice blue or maybe even a light gray. His hair was
light brown and long, and somewhat swept up in a haircut that belonged on a
rock star. He was dressed in dark colors that only made his face sparkle even
brighter.

That was all the convincing I needed. I changed my direction over to the loud
little man's cart, and walked slowly over to it. He was totally overjoyed that
I had changed my mind and chosen his cart instead.

"Oh, lovely miss, you have made the right choice. The best choice! Now come
join this kind gentleman, and taste the best shrimp in all of Greece!" Both the
beautiful man and I laughed to ourselves, as I arrived at the cart. This
salesman was too much. I noticed that the customer was holding a large, plump
shrimp on a wooden skewer cradled in a red cloth napkin in his hands. The
oddity of this whole situation and the extreme attraction I had to this
stranger had made me drop any guard and inhibition I might have been feeling.
The only thing I could do was just surrender to this moment.

"Is this guy's hyping true?" I asked the customer, pointing to the cart owner.

He was in mid-bite of his shrimp when I asked him the question, though his eyes
had not left mine since we had seen each other from across the street. His lips
smiled around the morsel of shrimp he chewed. The man behind the cart just
watched us, grinning like a lunatic. The customer swallowed his bite of shrimp.

"I'd have to say it is. He may not look like much, but he certainly knows how
to cook."

I laughed at this, while the cart owner gave a little grimace. How wonderful it
was to finally hear this intriguing stranger's voice. It was deep without being
intimidating, and his tone was smooth and soothing. For a moment, I imagined
his voice gliding along my body, like water trickling down my limbs from a far
up rainstorm. The best part about his voice was that his accent seemed to be
nearly identical to my own. He didn't have that rough Greek accent that most of
the people I had encountered so far had. His voice echoed my own mild Basildon
accent. Imagine that, him being from the same city as me! He seemed to notice
the similarity in our accents when he answered my question, raising his
eyebrows in a curious way.

"Well, that's good to hear," I said. "Now the only dilemma I have left is how
many I should buy."

"Not a dilemma at all, Miss!" replied the cart owner. "I will offer you the
same demonstration that I gave to the gentleman! And then you may decide!"

I looked over at the man. He was staring at me quite intently, still with a
small smile on his lovely face. He had finished his shrimp, and certainly
seemed pleased. Watching him take the last few bites of the shrimp had been an
interesting experience. The way he used his mouth, both to bite and chew the
shrimp, had been extremely sensual to watch. He seemed to take profound
enjoyment in doing even the simplest things. Deep inside me, I wanted to know
what it felt like to have those full, gorgeous lips against mine, brushing
against my neck or nuzzling my earlobes. It was difficult to keep my mind on
the situation at hand.

"It's a wonderful deal, I'd definitely go along with it," said the man.

For a moment, I thought he might have been reading my mind, seeing all the sexy
thoughts I had been having and being more than eager to participate. His eyes
and his tone of voice had me thinking he knew exactly what I wanted. It took me
a few moments to realize he was talking about the shrimp.

"Oh, yes," I replied, a little flustered. "Let's have this demonstration."

"Certainly, Miss," said the little man. "Here, you take this," he said, handing
me a cooked, skewered shrimp. "Taste this one, on the house. Once you have
tasted this sweet morsel, you'll never go anywhere else."

"Indeed," said the customer, still smiling at me with a wicked gleam in his
eyes.

All right, now I was convinced he was reading my mind. I smiled smugly back at
him as I took the steaming shrimp from the man behind the cart. The fact that I
was reciprocating his stare seemed to please him. He dared to step a little
closer to me, and he watched with delight as I attempted to devour the shrimp
with the same delight as he had. I bit into the lightly crunchy flesh of the
shrimp, and its warm, smoky flavors burst into my mouth. That waitress knew
what she was talking about. These tastes were almost sinful!

"Mmmmmmm!" I said, a little too loudly than I should have, but sincerely
nonetheless.

Both men's faces lit up with this wordless compliment.

"You see, you see, I knew that you would love it!" exclaimed the man behind the
cart.

"Now here is a lady with a taste for the finest things in life," said the
customer.

I glanced over at him and smiled, nodding in immodest agreement. He smiled back
and turned to the man.

"It's settled, then. We'll take, um, twenty...."

"Twenty?" I said, looking over at him in surprise.

"Yes, twenty," he replied proudly, "twenty of your finest scampi."

"Certainly, sir, coming right up!" the man with the cart said, getting to work
on the preparation quite quickly.

The customer then turned his attention back to me.

"My lady, would you join me for lunch? My treat, of course."

I was completely blown away! And inside, I was screaming in delight. He seemed
to be as interested in me as I was in him. Lunch with this handsome stranger
suddenly seemed like the greatest idea in the world.

"I'd love to," I replied.

A beautiful smile spread across his lips.

"Excellent. You won't regret it, I promise you."

The man cooking the shrimp giggled a most unmanly giggle to himself.

"Would you like to eat out here?" he asked, gesturing to the many empty tables
around us. "Or perhaps in your hotel?"

I almost choked on my last bite of shrimp. This guy was so brazen! He seemed to
have ventured to Greece for the same reasons as I had. And he seemed even more
intent on getting it.

"Out here would be fine," I said, swallowing down my last bite.

"All right. Well, let's find a seat. Here, we'll sit at this one," he said,
pointing to a table only a few feet away from the man's cart.

"Just give us a shout when they're ready, all right?" he said to the man
preparing our scampi.

"Yes, sir! Of course, sir!" replied the little man.

I was swept away by it all. This handsome stranger was almost too much to take.
I set one foot outside of my hotel, and I had already found a perfectly
wonderful man. It was too perfect to be real. And if my suspicions were
correct, the best was yet to come.

"I'm Alan, by the way," the man said, offering his hand to me as he sat across
from me at the table. I waited for him to give me his last name, but he seemed
to have no intentions of doing so. This was fine with me. First name basis
only; no complications.

"I'm Angel," I replied, shaking his warm hand firmly.

"Angel....what a beautiful name!" he said, smiling sincerely.

I lowered my head and smiled, shying away like a teasing teenager.

"Sir! Miss! Your food is ready!" hollered the little man from his cart,
temporarily breaking our little spell.

Alan winked at me and rose from the table.

I followed him with my eyes. He was easily the most handsome man I had ever
seen, and his face was so unusual and different and beautiful. His smiles came
so comfortably and naturally. And the way he glided when he walked, the way his
long black coat brushed against his strong slender legs....I had never met such
a sexy, confident man in my entire life. And who would have ever thought I
would find such a wonderful, perfect man in this alien city in Greece?

As Alan and I ate the delectable scampi, we talked. Both of us kept a lot to
ourselves, and yet the conversation was one of the sexiest I had ever had. He
had arrived in Greece three days earlier. He was also there on a two-week
holiday, in an effort to escape from reality for a little while. And as it
turned out, he was from Basildon, the same city as me! Such a small world.
While I did not tell him the details about my breakup with Tal, I just told him
that I was taking my first steps in starting a new life for myself. He seemed
fascinated by me, and appeared to hang on my every word. And I'm sure he
perceived similar emotions in me. When he spoke, his mouth absolutely flowed.
His lips were so smooth and lovely. The more he spoke, the more I wanted to
take his face in my hands, kiss him and slowly suck on his full, tender lips.
Incredible that a simple conversation could put me in such a state of delirium.

As he spoke, I couldn't help myself from raising my fingers to my lips and
slowly tracing the outline of my mouth. As I felt the warm smoothness of my
lips, Alan's concentration in his conversation seemed to waver. He continued to
talk, but it was obvious that he was paying more attention to my movements than
to his own words. On impulse, I removed my hand from my own mouth and placed my
fingertips on his lips. It was then that his conversation stopped. As I touched
his mouth, he smiled and pushed his lips back gently against my fingers. I
traced the tops of his lips, and lightly ran my finger along the inside of
them. I felt his warm breath across my fingertips. The longer I touched him,
the faster his breaths came. I couldn't help my own quickening breathing, as I
stared deeply into his eyes and lovingly stroked his gorgeous mouth. Suddenly,
I felt Alan's tongue run across my fingertips. I nearly shot out my chair at
this sensation. Despite the warmth of the afternoon air around us, I still
shivered at the feeling of his moist tongue on my hands. We seemed oblivious to
the people walking all around us, as we gently played across the table. Boldly,
I slipped my first finger into Alan's soft warm mouth. He wrapped his lips
around my finger, and sucked on it gently. My finger sought out his tongue, and
I traced circles around its hot moist tip. As I touched Alan's tongue and
mouth, I felt his hand touch my leg. He leaned down a little bit, his eyes
never leaving mine, and pulled up my pant leg. When he had exposed a little of
my skin, he stroked it softly with his hand. He inched his fingers as far up my
pant leg as they would go, and he slowly stroked my calf. As we continued this
brazen loveplay, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed all of these wonderful
feelings. I joined him in this deepest concentration, and the lust I felt only
increased when I shut out the world and had nothing to concentrate on but my
body and his slowly coming together.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Alan had reopened his eyes and was staring
intently at me. He slowly moved his mouth up off of my finger, gingerly sucking
on it the whole time. When his mouth was free, he softly mouthed the words,
"Let's go".

I was more than ready for that. He stood up and walked over to my side of the
table. He took my hand and gently raised me up out of my seat. I don't think it
was possible for him to be standing any closer to me. At this distance, I could
smell his musky cologne and hear his breath, still quicker than usual. As I
stood, my body brushed along his. His warm hardness stroked along my breasts
and my stomach as I rose. When I was upright, our faces were just inches apart.
At this distance, his eyes and his incredible face became even more intense
than they had been before. His eyes seemed to mirror my own desire, as I stared
into them. I had the strangest feeling that if I didn't stare into his eyes as
hard as I could, he might just disappear from in front of me. I couldn't let
that happen. I continued to take him in as much as I could with my eyes. Alan
leaned in slowly to kiss me, but I playfully pulled away. He smirked at me, and
bit his lip gently. It seemed that if we stayed here any longer, we might end
up just attacking each other right there on the table.

Without a word, I led him by the hand down the street to my hotel. It felt like
we couldn't walk fast enough. We finally made it to my hotel, and we walked
quickly up the front stairs and through the lobby to the main elevators. The
lobby was almost empty and extremely quiet, considering the size of the
luxurious hotel. When we stopped at the elevators, Alan leaned over and pressed
the button. When it lit up, he leaned back towards me. Suddenly, he dropped my
hand and turned so that he was standing directly in front of me, facing me. I
suspected he was going to kiss me, but secretly hoped that he would wait for
that until we were in my room. He didn't disappoint. Smiling lightly, he leaned
in towards my face like he was going to kiss me, but just centimeters from my
lips he stopped and lowered his head down. When his head was right in front of
my chest, he extended his tongue from his mouth and touched it to the skin
between my breasts. A warm shock shot through me, from my toes to my
fingertips. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up my chest, across my neck and
finally ending at my chin. My back arched in desire, and I couldn't help
breathing in quickly. He absolutely set me on fire.

As he looked at me intently, the elevator doors opened behind him. Thank
God...there was no one inside the elevator and no one else waiting to go up.
Without even turning around to look, Alan wrapped his hands around my waist
inside my coat and gently pulled me inside the elevator. I felt like I was
being led through the gates of heaven. As the elevator doors slowly closed,
Alan collapsed onto me, burying his face in my neck. To the unsuspecting
viewer, it might have looked like he had crumbled into tears on my shoulder. He
attacked my neck with that gorgeous mouth of his, licking and sucking so gently
and yet so strongly. Every once in a while he would gently kiss my throat, then
softly blow cool air on the wet streaks he had left behind. It sent shivers
down my spine. Then he would softly bite me, dragging his teeth across my
throat like a vampire. All I could do was wrap my arms around him and pull him
in even closer to me. I wasn't even sure if my knees could stay straight and
upright until we reached my floor. He pushed his chest and pelvis hard against
my body as he continued devouring my neck, and again I could feel his growing
erection inside his black pants. I had hardly done a thing to him, and was
already in such a state of excitement. Seeing how turned on he was made me even
hotter.

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator arrived at my floor. I tried to
get out from under Alan's hard grip, but at the same time continued to pull him
as close as he could get to me. I didn't want to let him go. Somehow, we
stumbled out of the elevator and made our way down the short hallway to my
room. For the first time in ages, I turned away from him as I dug into my pants
pockets to retrieve my door key. As I fumbled with the door lock, Alan reached
up and pulled my long black coat off of me, so that I was standing only in
those purple pants and my shirt. He took his hands off my body only long enough
to remove his own coat. As the door unlocked, I shoved it open and we rushed
through the door as quickly as possible. As I closed and locked the door, Alan
tossed our two long coats onto the floor.

When the door was shut, Alan grabbed me around my waist and pushed my back up
against the wall. Again, he moved in close to me, as close as was possible. It
was then that we finally kissed. He lowered his mouth onto mine and kissed me
softly and slowly, our mouths hardly open at all. The sweetness of it all made
my hands tremble as I raised them up to his neck and head to caress him and
hold him even tighter. Slowly, he pulled his mouth away from mine, sucking
gently on my bottom lip as he went. We both let out hard exhalations as we just
stared into each other's eyes. The more we stared and the faster our combined
breathing grew, the more frantic we became. Unable to control myself anymore, I
pushed my mouth back onto his hard, and pressed his lips open with my lips and
tongue. As our tongues touched and circled around each other, I raised my leg
and wrapped it around Alan's own legs. This seemed to drive him wild. He ran
his hand across my ass and down my leg, and used it to pull my body even closer
to his. He ran his hands up my waist, untucking my shirt from my pants. His
continued up and across my breasts until each hand had one side of my button-up
shirt. He ended our kiss and stared deeply into my eyes. Again, he gave me that
gorgeous sinister smile. I knew exactly what he was going to do. With that, he
ripped my shirt open, sending the few buttons that were actually fastened
flying to the floor. I tilted my head back and laughed, amazed at this
incredible creature that had so mysteriously crossed my path just a few short
hours ago. Alan then leaned down and began to suck and nuzzle my nipples
through the flimsy material of my bra. It was such a unique feeling, almost
like two tongues touching me at once. One was warm and wet, and the other rough
and relentless. I swear he understood me perfectly. There wasn't a thing he
did, neither a sound he made nor an action he took, that did not send me into
the stratosphere.

Slowly, he returned his mouth to mine, and we kissed with our tongues as he
carefully unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor. As we kissed, he pulled
me tight against his body. The feeling of my naked flesh pressed against the
smooth fabric of his shirt while his now cool hands ran along my back and
across my breasts was almost more than I could bear. I heard myself moan
softly, and I couldn't control the swaying movements in my pelvis as my
excitement grew and grew.

Suddenly my desire shifted. Alan had been doing nothing but pleasing me and
driving me into delirium. Now I desperately wanted to return the favor. I
gently broke off our kiss, and slowly pushed him backward into the room. He
smirked at me, obviously delighting in whatever games I had in mind. When he
was standing at the foot of the bed, I gave him a playful little nudge. He
laughed softly to himself, and as he unbuttoned his silky shirt, he lied down
on the bed. Never had I seen a vision more delicious and sexy than that sight
of this man trusting in me, and giving himself over to whatever I desired. I
climbed on top of Alan, straddling his pelvis and feeling his throbbing
erection in my groin. I couldn't keep him locked in there for much longer. It
just didn't seem fair. But he would only have to wait a few more moments. When
Alan was finished unbuttoning his shirt and his smooth, sculpted chest was
completely exposed, he reached his hands up around my face and pulled pieces of
my long dark hair out across my shoulders. He caressed my breasts and my
stomach through my silky hair, all the time silently mouthing the word
'beautiful'. I loved all the wonderful attention, but was beginning to feel a
little selfish. I had to reciprocate. Not just for his sake, but because I
would enjoy it just as much as he would.

I placed my hands on Alan's arms and ran my fingers across his flesh up to his
own hands, which were massaging my breasts so gently. It almost hurt me to
remove his hands from my body, but he smiled as I placed them above his head
and pinned them gently in place with my own hands. I leaned down and licked his
full lips, then sucked on them one by one. He moaned softly, and protruded his
own tongue from his mouth, which I devoured. I sucked on his tongue like a baby
sucking its thumb, and I circled it with my own tongue, flooding my body with
liquid warmth. When neither of us could stand it any longer, I kissed him hard
and passionately. I felt my legs tighten around his slender body as he ground
his pelvis into my crotch, which was so wet by that point that I could feel it
in my panties. Breathlessly, I broke off our kiss, which left us both heaving
deeply. Consumed, I kissed and licked my way down his face and neck, stopping
to devour his neck the way he had with mine. Then I dragged my wet tongue
across his chest, until I finally got to his hard little nipples. I loved the
way their hardness felt in my mouth, and his whole body scrunched up and his
hands tightened in my hair when I flicked my tongue quickly across them. His
moans heightened almost to a squeal when I bit them gently between my teeth; I
would have to remember this delectable spot; it seemed to be one of his
favorites. When I had had my fill of his sweet nipples, I kissed my way down
his smooth, hard stomach to his waist. The time had finally come to release
him.

I raised my body back up again to kiss him savagely as my hands made their way
across the fabric covering his tight ass and his incredible bulge. When I
slipped my hands into his pants both in the front and the back, I was thrilled
to feel that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Hopefully, he would enjoy the
fact that I wasn't wearing any either. The sweet feeling of the smooth round
globes of his ass in my hands was nothing compared to sensation of this
gorgeous man's rock hard cock in my tight fist. As my fingers wrapped around
it, he sucked in a huge breath and broke off our kiss to let out an amazing
moaning yell. I swear, nothing turns me on more than the sounds a man makes
when he feels that good.

Since he had ended our kiss and seemed on the brink of delirium, I made my way
back down his upper body until my face was buried in his crotch. As my hands
worked at unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly, my mouth nuzzled his
cock through his pants. He proclaimed his approval by running his fingers
through my hair and gently guiding my head, along with his sweet ever-present
moans. I unzipped his fly and finally let out his beautiful cock. It was hard
as a rock, and was the most delicious looking thing in the world. In one swift
motion, I lifted my head and placed my lips around the head of his cock, my
long hair spilling down and resting on his stomach and legs. I sucked very
softly on the tip of his cock, then slowly took it inch by inch into my mouth
and throat. I loved the way he seemed to fill me, and this was only my mouth!
From the sounds of things, he was loving it too.

As I lovingly went down on him, licking his shaft and deepthroating his whole
cock, he absolutely cooed. I swear, he was the sexiest man I had ever met. When
I had sucked him nearly to the breaking point, I slowly stopped and let him
catch his breath. I got off of him and made my way down to his feet, where I
removed his large black boots and thick socks, and then slid his tight pants
the rest of the way off his body. Finally, he was naked, and he was the most
gorgeous thing in creation. He seemed barely able to move, but he managed to
sit up and race his lips to mine to kiss me hard. The little bit of liquid that
had flowed from his cock while I sucked him off only served to make our kiss
that much more juicy and sweet. As our kiss became more aggressive, he traced
his hands down my body to my feet, where he deftly removed the slinky black
pumps I had been wearing. He threw them to the floor the same careless way he
had tossed my bra aside earlier, making me smile despite our deep kiss. He made
clothing seem pointless.

Suddenly, I felt Alan's hands around my waist, creeping towards my fly. I
delighted in the though that maybe it was my turn again. He pulled down my fly
at an achingly slow pace while at the same time licking and sucking on my ear.
My own feelings of pleasure were about to drive me to tears, and I knew the
best was still to come. When he had my fly down, he gently asked me to stand up
and slowly remove my pants while he watched. I was only too happy to oblige. As
I stood up next to the bed Alan lay down on his back, his eyes never leaving my
face and my body. In a low, sexy voice he told me to take my pants off slowly,
and to run my hands along my body as I did it. With this, I stuck my hands into
the front of my pants. They slid in easily since my fly was already completely
down. When my fingers lightly touched the outer lips of my pussy, I shivered.
It was the first time during this whole encounter that I had been touched
there, and if I knew what Alan had in mind, it would not be the last. Pulling
my hands back up the waistline of my pants, I pushed them down very, very
slowly, letting my hands and fingertips drag across my skin as they inched
slowly down. When they were about to clear my ass cheeks, I turned my ass to
face Alan. As I pulled the pants down below my ass, I heard Alan whispering
sexily to himself, although I could not make out his words. As I pulled my
pants down the last few inches past my pussy, I spun around to face him again.
I saw that he had his cock in his hand and was manipulating it very slowly
while watching me strip. Finally, I let my pants drop all the way to the floor.
As they collapsed in a heap, I slowly dragged a couple of fingers through the
hair and juices of my cunt. I let out a little coo of my own, as Alan watched
me in delight. Again, he continued to call me beautiful. Whether this was true
or not, just hearing him say that made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

Alan reached out and took my hand in his. He then asked me to get on top of him
and straddle his face, so that he could pleasure me the same way I had
pleasured him. There was no way I was turning this down. For some strange
reason, my thoughts suddenly turned to Tal. I remembered the way he had always
insisted that I perform oral sex on him, yet he seemed standoffish at best when
I asked him to return the favor. When I finally confronted him about it, he
told me he didn't get any pleasure at all from giving a woman head. He only
liked it for himself. I used to shrug this off and just think 'Oh well'. Well,
not anymore, Goddammit. I looked back down at the incredible man in my bed, and
from the look in his eyes and the lust in his voice, he looked like nothing
would give him pleasure more than tasting my sweet juices. It's a cliché, I
know, but...this was too good to be true.

I knelt on the bed, and swung one knee over to the other side of Alan's head.
He let go of my hand and ran his hands along my body until he finally let them
rest on my ass. Then, with his gentle touch, he urged me closer and closer to
his waiting mouth until his tongue touched the inside of my pussy. I let out a
slow long moan, and let my head dip back so my hair was dragging across my back
and top of my ass. As I massaged my breasts and sucked on my fingers, Alan
bathed my pussy with his hot tongue. He traced the lines of my wet lips, and
plunged his tongue as deep as it would reach into my cunt. He was sooo good at
it, and he was making me so incredibly horny I wanted to scream. When he
finally made his way up to my clit and began to lick and finally suck on it, I
actually did scream. Oh god, I wanted this amazing warm, wet feeling to last
forever. When he took his whole mouth and used it to suck and lick my cunt,
almost like he was French kissing my whole pussy, I couldn't take it anymore.
An incredible feeling that had been building in my toes and working its way up
to my groin finally exploded. When he made me come, I moaned and yelled so loud
that the sound seemed foreign to me. This was like nothing I had ever felt
before. I kept moaning and purring as I came, my body tensing and releasing in
sweet agony. When finally I was spent, my body draped to one side, both in
brief exhaustion and in permanent bliss. If this was a dream, I didn't ever
want to wake up.

Alan quickly manoeuvred himself between my legs so that he was sitting up and
facing me again. His breath was coming quick and he had what seemed to be a
look of awe on his face. He was about to say something when I took his face in
my hands and kissed him as passionately as I could. There was no way I could
ever explain how wonderful he had just made me feel, but with any luck, I could
make him feel just as good. He returned my kiss hard, harder. As we kissed, I
felt him lean forward and reach for the satiny sheets that had become a
crumpled mess on the bed. He pulled them up around us, and wrapped one satiny
piece around his hand. With that hand, he gently caressed my face. He lovingly
stroked my cheek and chin, and ran his smooth covered fingers along my spine.
He pulled the sheets up around our waists so that the entire lower halves of
our bodies were covered. Slowly, he ended our kiss, but he did not pull his
face completely away from me. Our lips were lightly touching, and I could feel
his quick breath burning into my mouth, yet we did not kiss. I had nowhere to
look but deep into his beautiful pale eyes, which looked even deeper back into
mine. At any other moment I would have found this close contact so
intimidating, but at this moment it only fueled my lust. As our lips lightly
touched and we breathed this one breath, I felt and saw beads of sweat drip
down our faces, mingling into little pools on our necks and shoulders.

I felt Alan's hands at work beneath us. Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock
lightly touch the outside of my pussy. I gasped in quickly, and Alan licked my
top lip. Our lips remained in the slightest contact and our eyes stayed locked,
mere inches apart. Slowly, I felt Alan push his cock into my pussy. Then
suddenly, he plunged it in deeply and quickly. We both let out loud moans and
gasps, but stayed completely enveloped in each other. Now that he was
completely inside of me, he released his cock and pulled his hands up to my
face, which he cradled gently. Slowly, I began to rock up and down on Alan's
cock, feeling it creep languidly out of me and then inch its way deeply back
into me. With each rise and fall, I let out a short breath and a high moan.
Alan moaned softly, never pulling his gaze away from my face. I kept up this
slow motion as long as I could take it. But my pleasure was growing quickly,
and I needed him faster and faster. I began to ride more quickly on his cock,
and as our movements became more rugged, Alan's face only became more and more
sexy. He licked his lips, leaned his head back with his eyes closed tight and
opened his mouth wide in deep silent gasps. As we went faster and faster, I
dragged my hands through Alan's gorgeous hair, which was silky and absolutely
dripping with sweat. From the feel of his fingers, my hair was even sweatier
than his.

I was so close to coming now that I could hardly stand it. I could tell from
his sounds and his ever tightening grasps that he was ready to explode too.
When I felt myself just about to let go, I held onto Alan's wet hard body
tighter and tighter. I felt like he was going to crush me with his arms wrapped
that tightly around me. But what a way to go. Suddenly, I felt that same warm
glow from my toes race its way through my body. Only this time it came on much
stronger and much faster. As I came to orgasm, I finally released the screams
that my body had been aching to let out. And as my pussy throbbed and
convulsed, I felt Alan's cock pulse and erupt inside of me, spilling out his
warm wetness. We both held each other tight, and let out moans and screams that
would have awakened the dead.

When our bodies finally relaxed and let go of that delicious ache, we kept on
holding each other like we might break into a million pieces if we didn't. As
we collapsed onto the bed, the only distance we allowed our bodies to create
was just enough space for us to gaze into each other's eyes once more.

I sewed the small black buttons back onto my shirt using the little needle-and-
thread kit that the hotel had provided. As Alan slept peacefully in my bed, I
looked up from my work and watched the sun setting slowly over the city. The
sun's few remaining rays shone into the room and cast a beautiful amber glow
over Alan's smooth naked skin.

And to think, this sun was setting on only my first day in Piraeus.

*Dedicated to A.W.*

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