My Aphrodite – Part 1

By | July 1, 2006

I original posted this last year, but the weather has me thinking about Greece again. Hot, hot, hot here in the UK at the moment. It brings back some great memories. Part 2 tomorrow.

In 2004 Suze got to go to Greece for a month, on a working holiday. One of our friends knew someone, who knew someone, who owned a bar so Suze jumped at the chance of a bit of Sun and Ouzo. I joined her for the last week as my MD wouldn’t have taken too kindly to “Can I take four weeks off when the rest of the office is on vacation?”.

As regular readers are aware we are not strictly monogamous, so long as we tell each other about our occasional extra-relationship encounters. But Suze, despite the temptations which presented themselves, didn’t dabble. Probably for several reasons, the heat, being knackered after each shift and not liking hairy chests, so that eliminated most of the Greek lads. There may have been an element of her not wanting to upset me by being unable to introduce me to a potential/last-night’s lover as she usually does. “Rubbish”, I hear you say, “She was at it with every available Greek Adonis in town”. But no, our relationship is about trust and honesty, we wouldn’t have been together as long as we have if we were not totally transparent with each other.

Anyway, bearing that in mind, by the time I landed on Greek soil, Suze was, to put it mildly, gagging for it. As was I. It’s like a bad film but when I saw her at the airport I dropped my suitcase and ran towards her. I picked her up and swung her round, not wanting to let her go. Rather touchingly an old Greek couple, meeting relatives smiled rather sweetly as they witnessed our reunion. Everyone else thought we were just mad. In the taxi on the way to the apartment we held hands and kissed, I opted not to whip it out there as the hersuit Greek taxi driver looked like he might dump us in the road half way to the small town where the bar and apartment were situated.

After saying “Efharisto” to the driver we raced upstairs and into the apartment. It was on the side of a hill overlooking the town and had a small plunge pool on the terrace. As you can imagine we went at each other like a couple of things possessed. “I need a shower before we get down to anything.”, I said to Suze. “I’ll join you”, she replied eagerly.

The shower was a double walk in with two heads and plenty of room to move around. Our clothes long before discarded we shut the sliding glass door behind us and began the serious business of soaping each other up. The lubrication of the shower gel on our skins, coupled with the pent-up passion of three weeks apart meant that we must have both been dripping with sexual juices. Not that you could tell because of the water and soap suds. It took us a while because of the incessant kissing and grinding which accompanied the cleansing process.

When we had removed the grime and rinsed clean we explored each other like strangers exploring new partners. Each of us knows the other’s body from our years together but the separation and associated celibacy meant that every touch was fresh and exciting, every inch of our bodies a new country to re-discover. We stayed in the shower, its moisture adding to the sensuousness of our encounter.

I kissed Suze’s neck, then down to her chest. Taking a wet, swollen nipple into my mouth I nibbled and sucked, massaging it’s twin with one hand and pressing Suze against the tiled wall. Suze moaned her appreciation as I slid two fingers of my free hand into her silky wet snatch. Her pussy was swollen with anticipation. It wouldn’t have to wait long.

Suze grabbed my head with both hands and raised me to her lips. We kissed deeply, tongues writhing in a serpentine dance. Then she pushed me away slightly and sank to her knees. My cock was, unsurprisingly erect. She eagerly attempted to take its entire length into her throat. She began to bob her head on my tool, but I was forced to stop her after a few strokes to avoid emptying my load in her mouth. I wanted, no needed to penetrate her properly.

A note of caution for all readers tempted to attempt shower sex, it’s bloody slippery so make sure you’re stable before you start thrashing about. Suze was able to wedge herself into a corner, legs spread a little while I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her waist with the other. I’d like to say that I went at it for hours, but I didn’t. Suze managed to cum once and very hard, but I only just managed to hold back the torrent of passion, lust and associated bodily fluids to make sure she did. When I did unload into her it was as if a white searing light surged through my body. (For those of you who don’t know I see intense sexual sensations, usually at orgasm, in colour, syneasthesia or synesthesia)

We kissed and fondled for maybe ten minutes, before showering off, again and retiring to the bedroom to catch up on three weeks of sex.

To be Continued