The harbour area was busier than I anticipated, but I enjoyed the buzz of the market stalls. I headed for the taverna, which sold my partner’s favourite local wine. Tsangarides Xinisteria.
I always kept a supply in the large fridge in my penthouse apartment. I bought the apartment several years ago before I met her. It was in an exclusive complex in the hills, with spectacular views from the fairly secluded balcony.
I smiled as I drove away from the town. She had blossomed in the sun's warmth, opening up like a flower from a bud. I was certainly enjoying this journey of unfolding, aided by first-class local wine.
We met about a year ago through a friend. We had both been married before, and not wanting to repeat the experience. She was a widow, but in truth, the marriage too had died. He was an alcoholic whose “other woman” was vodka.
She was pretty and very sexy in a shy, understated way. Totally unaware of her appeal, having been told constantly she was a prude and cold and frigid. She had a good personality and wicked sense of humour, which, apart from her obvious attractions, appealed immediately. My first thought when I saw her.
“I wonder what she looks like naked?”
I was determined to find out but knew she would be no easy conquest, or fuck for that matter.
I do not have an over-inflated opinion of myself, but I'd never been turned down by any female and I didn't need to work hard at it. Sorry if that sounds smug. It’s not meant to be. It's just a fact.
It took me longer than I thought to get her into my bed. She admitted she had been celibate for the last 5 years. I was more than happy to rectify that. If my memory serves me correctly, I rectified it several times that night!
It's a year on, and we are still together and very happy.
The drive back along the coast road is very pleasant. About 30 minutes. The roof down, sun shining, sea breezes, and The Boss is playing fairly quietly.
I smile when I think of her. She will have spent the morning at the top pool, sunbathing and swimming. We are usually the only ones there. Occasionally, our nearest neighbour strolls by. He nods a greeting but never stops to chat. I'm sure he watches my partner from his balcony.
Is he hoping to catch her alone?
Go ahead and look. That's all you can do, apart from imagine. I, on the other hand, have full access.
The sun agrees with her, she is beautifully bronzed. I have been trying to coax her to go topless. She has amazing breasts, which I can't get enough of. Recently, she agreed to pose naked for me. The thought of these pics in my phone makes my cock twitch. I put my foot down on the accelerator. Afternoon sex is very much needed.
With one last twist in the road, I park in the allocated car porch and retrieve my bottles of wine and a few provisions. I lock up and take the lift up to my apartment.
I open the door. As always, the glass doors which dominate the room reveal the balcony with its amazing view………and what a view. She is lying on the lounger completely naked in the throes of ecstasy of self-love. I am hypnotised by her moans and fabulous body writhing and jerking, gleaming with sweat and female juices.
Fuck! How lucky am I?
One last groan and she is replete. Her eyes closed, her face showing the Pleasures she has just unleashed.
Before she can move, I'm at the door telling her to stay still. Her beautiful grey eyes open wide, and she starts to rise. One quick movement and I'm crouching down beside her, kissing her startled mouth. That was something she could not replicate. She loves kissing and is very good at it. As well as other things.
She murmurs, “Caught! Are you annoyed ?”
“I'm as horny as hell, all I'm annoyed at is myself, for not getting here sooner. I only caught the finale. I definitely want a re-run, but that can wait.”
My hands moved down to her perfect breasts, which were turning a shade of pink. She had finally listened and gone topless. Instinctively, I looked at her smooth pussy — pink too."
“You have been naughty when I was out. You stripped naked in public when I was not there. Did any one see your pussy and tits? I think I need to punish you.”
Expertly, I flipped her over, raised her bottom high in the air and gave it a few smacks. Not sore, but the sound echoed satisfyingly as satisfyingly as the handprint on her bare cheeks. My branding of her.
She knew I wasn't serious. We had played this game before. She liked to be stripped and spanked, but in an erotic way. This was the first time outside though. She whispered to me.
“We have an audience. He has been there a while.”
Then I spotted our neighbour. He was lying on his lounger, pretending to be asleep. The phone in his hand was a giveaway. No one could have slept through the unmistakably sexy sounds of a bare bottom being spanked.
I smiled at her, lifted her to her feet, ran my hands down her back and pulled her cheeks apart, before spinning her round to face him. She leant against me. My hands massaged and fondled her tits and nipples, they then moved down and parted her legs. My fingers expertly found her still aroused, wet clit, then plunged into the wet folds of her pussy with an insistence and pressure that made her moan loudly. No mistaking those sounds either.
“Shall we give him a show? “
