GREEK VACATION

As the plane taxied to the runway, Wendy had a tinge of 
excitement run through her as she was finally taking 
the vacation she has longed for so long. Now the long 
flight to Greece has begun, Wendy sat back in her seat, 
turned her iPod on and relaxed. 

Before long she was dozing off. It couldn't be helped, 
she had booked the latest flight to save some money and 
being such the plane was not crowded at all. As she 
drifted in and out of sleep, she barely noticed the 
gentleman sitting in the next row. A tall dark man, 
with penetrating eyes, clean shaved head and dressed in 
comfortable but none-the-less expensive clothes. 

Little did Wendy know, but the gentleman was eyeing her 
with a most peculiar look in his eye. It wasn't until 
the sun broke on the horizon and Wendy woke that she 
noticed him. The gentleman was no longer paying her any 
attention, however Wendy was taken with his tailored 
look and his air of importance. 

The flight attendant brought the cart with breakfast 
and coffee, offered the gentleman his breakfast and 
coffee, lingering too long in conversation. There was 
no need to say anything, as Wendy, unexpectedly, was 
brought to the attendants attention by the gentleman, 
as he said in a so sexy accent, "I would like to buy 
the young lady breakfast" motioning to Wendy. 

As though she didn't previously notice Wendy, the 
flight attendant turned and politely served the 
breakfast. Wendy thanked the gentleman and as the 
attendant turned to leave, Wendy asked how long it 
would be until they landed. The attendant continued on 
her way not acknowledging Wendy. 

With a slight smile on his face the gentleman leaned 
toward Wendy patted her hand and said, "Please, don't 
mind her. It won't be long now, I expect another hour 
and we will be making our descent." 

Wendy blushed deeply as a jolt of excitement rushed 
through her as his strong hand patted hers. She didn't 
know where it came from, but this man, this stranger, 
made her feel very aware of her body, her breathing, 
her very being. 

He left her alone as she finished her food, as was 
barely aware of what she was doing. Almost 
automatically she ate, strangely aware of her heart 
beating, her shoulder length brown hair cascading over 
her shoulders. She debated, thought very hard and told 
herself, "What the hell, it's vacation" and turned to 
the gentleman and asked him where he was from, his 
accent was intoxicating.

He smiled the same peculiar smile he had when he was 
eyeing her sleeping and said, "I am on my way home from 
a business trip. I live in Greece on a little island 
called Tragonisi Island." 

For the rest of the flight, his smile had returned to a 
benign smile as they conversed. Wendy unknowingly and 
uncontrollably revealing much to him and he revealing 
very little to her. She had learned his name was Miklos 
and that people in the states call him Mike. Wendy 
learned that he owns and runs a business that takes him 
all around the globe but his home was Greece .

As the captain of the plane came on the intercom and 
stated that they had been cleared for landing and were 
descending, Miklos took Wendy's hand in his and said, 
"It would be an honor to have you for dinner at my home 
in two days time. Would you do me this honor?"

Once his hand touched hers, she flushed and her 
breathing quickened. Breathlessly, she said yes and 
Miklos added, "I will have a car pick you up at your 
hotel to take you to the marina. My yacht will bring 
you to the island. Please be ready at 7," without 
hesitation Wendy agreed. Miklos added, "You may bring a 
bathing suit if you like, the water will be perfect for 
a swim in the ocean." 

The plane landed and they said their goodbye's, Miklos 
took Wendy's hand in his and bowed to kiss her hand. As 
his lips brushed her skin, Wendy's body reacted, 
sending chills and excitement from her head down to her 
toes. His peculiar smile showed itself once again as he 
released her hand, watched her get in her cab and leave 
for her hotel.

Miklos retreated to his island and Wendy soaked up 
Athens, letting it permeate her every pore, eagerly 
awaiting her dinner with Miklos.

Time seemed to pass ever so slowly as Wendy anticipated 
meeting the man from the airplane again. The evening 
prior to the dinner, as Wendy was relaxing and having a 
drink on her balcony, there was a knock on the door to 
her hotel room. 

Wendy opened the door and a man dressed like a butler 
stood holding a large box with a bow. The man said, 
"For the lady to wear tomorrow. Miklos sends his 
greetings and hopes you find Greece enjoyable. Should 
you need anything, anything at all, please use this 
phone. I am at your service." With a look of utter 
bewilderment, she accepted the box and phone, the man 
bowed and backed away as she closed the door mesmerized 
by what had just happened. 

Wendy retreated into her hotel room, box in hand, 
looking around as though she didn't believe she was 
alone. She placed the box on the bed and slowly pulled 
on the red ribbon, releasing the bow. With quickened 
breath she slid the top of the box off and found inside 
a silk, black dress that was exquisitely made. 

Holding the dress by the straps, she moved to the 
mirror and held the dress against herself, wondering 
how he could have known her size, as the dress 
seemingly would fit perfectly. 

Wendy's mind began to race, how did he know where she 
was staying, she didn't recall telling him the name of 
the hotel, though she had to admit, she couldn't 
remember much of the conversation they had on the 
plane. It had all appeared through a fog to her, almost 
as though it were a dream. 

The dress was carefully placed on a hanger, as though 
it were crystal and would break at the slightest touch. 
Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, curious and slightly 
scared though more excited than she had ever been.

Looking at the dress hanging in the closet, slight 
panic set in. How was she going to do her hair? 
Thinking hard, she leaned back on the bed, and as 
though it had a mind of its own, the phone slid and hit 
her hand. She wondered. Could she? Should she? And with 
reckless abandon, she picked up the phone and dialed 
the only number in the contacts list. The man answered 
in a formal and polite manner, asking how he could help 
the young lady. 

Wendy and the man on the phone spoke for about 5 
minutes, then it was all set. She changed into her baby 
blue cotton pajamas, thinking how silly it was for her 
to pack them. As she drifted off to sleep she thought 
about buying new pajamas, pajamas for a woman.

The blazing sun hit Wendy's face in the morning, waking 
her. She looked over at the clock. 8 AM, she had an 
hour to get ready. Wendy slunk into the shower being 
sure to shave and she dressed. As she put in her 
earrings, the hotel phone rang. The voice on the other 
end said there was a car for her. 

Grabbing her bag, she left the room and hotel in the 
car that was sent for her. In the front seat was the 
man who gave her the box and answered her call the 
previous evening. He merely stated, "Miss Wendy, 
everything has been arranged, please sit back and 
relax."

The car pulled up 45 minutes later in front of a spa. 
She had merely asked for someplace that would fix her 
hair and makeup for her dinner, however the butler 
arranged for a day at the spa.

Wendy couldn't believe it. They treated her like a 
princess. Her every desire was granted. Manicure, 
pedicure, and for the first time ever, she had a 
Brazilian wax. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed the 
right thing to do. Soaking in a mud bath, full body 
massage, from what she could tell, she had every 
treatment she had ever heard of.

Wendy was brought to the salon where her hair and 
makeup were done to perfection. Amazingly, when she got 
up to change, as time was running late and she would 
have to hurry back to the hotel to get dressed, she 
entered the dressing room where she found the black 
dress hanging there.

With a rush of fear, Wendy realized the bra and panties 
she had brought would not quite go with this slinky 
dress. She poked her head out of the dressing room door 
and quietly said, "Umm, excuse me." The woman who 
answered her, it seemed read her mind, and brought her 
a strapless bra of most magnificent beauty, with 
matching panties that would not show the slightest 
under the dress.

Wendy dressed in quiet awe, looked in the mirror and if 
she had not known it was her standing there, she would 
have thought it were someone else. She slipped on the 
shoes that were also left for her and exited the 
changing room. Immediately 3 women came to her primping 
and fixing any area that needed a slight touch. 

Blushing deeply, Wendy thanked everyone and took her 
bag, which magically had been replaced as well with a 
slinky black bag, attempted to tip the women, who 
quickly left the room not giving Wendy the chance. 

As she left the spa, the butler smiled, took her hand 
and simply said, "Everything was taken care of and may 
I express that you look stunning." He helped her into 
the car and they headed off to the yacht that would 
take her to Miklos' house. 

The events of the past 24 hours passed through Wendy's 
mind as they drove up to the 140' yacht docked at the 
marina. Wendy boarded with wonder and excitement. The 
captain introduced himself and explained that it would 
be a 45 minute cruise to Miklos' island. Wendy 
stuttered and said, "Excuse me, did you say HIS 
island?"

The captain smiled and said, "Yes, the island has 
belonged to Miklos' family for many generations." With 
that the captain bowed and returned to sail the boat to 
the island.

Wendy was escorted to the stern of the boat, sat next 
to the pool as the sun was turning gold over the 
horizon. Three servants presented Wendy with grapes, 
cheese and wine as she sat, mesmerized by the sinking 
sun and the experience she had been having.

After what seemed like a very short time, the first 
mate, came and brought Wendy to the front of the boat 
where an island was quickly forming. Within minutes the 
yacht pulled up to the dock and she was being helped 
off. There Miklos stood with two glasses of wine, 
dressed in a very informal shirt and pants, no shoes 
and a warm glow to him.

He handed Wendy a glass of wine and took her hand, 
spinning her on the spot, only saying, "breathtaking". 

Hand and hand with Miklos, her other hand holding a 
glass of red wine, he led her up the pier and toward a 
magnificent house on a hill ahead of them. 

As Wendy and Miklos made their way up the hill toward 
the house, the landscape and surrounding area revealed 
itself. It was a magnificent estate. Palm trees, 
flowering plants that created aroma's Wendy had never 
imagined were planted in just the right spots. 

On they walked, ever closer to the house that expanded 
before her eyes. The house blended into the landscape, 
and Wendy imagined that if she were out on a boat, the 
house would be barely visible. Tall windows lined the 
walls, allowing plenty of light into the rooms as they 
made their way to the back patio where a pool was laid 
out before her eyes. 

It seemed as though the pool drained right into the 
ocean, for a short walk from the back patio was the 
most pristine beach Wendy had ever seen. White sand, 
clear blue water and privacy where the only people able 
to see that side of the island were boaters, however it 
would have to be from a distance as the depth of the 
water was minimal, she could see the water deepen in 
color where there was a drop off in the depth. 

Taking in the grand sight before her, Wendy turned and 
on the patio and set before them was a candle lit table 
with a chilled bottle of wine. Miklos walked her over 
to the seat and pushed in her chair as she sat. Sitting 
opposite her, he poured another glass of wine and 
together they sat and talked as the sun set over the 
ocean. 

Dinner was brought to them by servers, though Wendy 
knew not where they came from. Fresh Mediterranean 
salad, and the most delicious entrée she had ever had. 
Followed by dessert of strawberry shortcake and ice 
cream.

As the night sky emerged before them, Miklos took Wendy 
by the hand and danced to music that seemed to just 
appear out of nowhere. They danced for what seemed to 
Wendy to be hours. The stars twinkling in the sky and 
the soft lapping of the ocean. 

Miklos lead Wendy down the short walkway to the beach, 
where they sat on a blanket already laid out for them. 
Ever so briefly Wendy thought about how he must have 
had this so planned out, however this thought was 
quickly replaced by rapture as Miklos moved his head in 
and kissed her under the moon and stars. 

Her body seemed to jump to life as they embraced. She 
never felt so alive. Fully aware that her hands were 
eagerly unbuttoning his shirt, however unable to stop 
herself. Miklos broke their embrace stood and removed 
his shirt. His ever so perfectly formed torso being 
soaked in by her eyes. Even as she sat there watching 
in awe, she was aware of her quickened breathing as 
turned and removed his pants. His tight ass just at eye 
level, he walked into the sea. 

Turning toward her when the water reached the middle of 
his chest, he called for her. "Wendy darling, come, the 
water is magnificent." 

Her mind told her not to, however her body seemed to 
follow his command. She stood slipped the straps of her 
dress off her shoulders, peeled off the bra and panties 
and slowly walked into the sea after him. 

He met her kissed her briefly and turned her around, 
running his hands over her supple breasts, kissing her 
neck. She let him, explore her body with his hands. So 
quickly she was in his control. She knew it and once 
more he knew it. Her moans egging him on and she 
allowed him to enter her. He was a natural lover, she 
followed his rhythm and met his every thrust. 

Wendy knew it wouldn't take long, her own hand slid 
down and rubbed her throbbing clitoris. As Miklos 
kissed her neck, his hand on her breast, Wendy's hand 
rubbing her clit, she convulsed as the orgasm overtook 
her. 

Her orgasm was intense, as he thrust into her and her 
orgasm continued, she began to feel lightheaded and 
everything faded to black. 

The golden glow of the sun crept up the handsomely 
decorated bedroom, soft aroma of coffee drifted through 
the air like morning fog, Wendy's eyes slowly opened as 
the ocean lapped against the beach close by. Slowly the 
room came into focus, however it was not her hotel 
room.

Her slender body stretched in the silk sheets and she 
came to the realization that she was only wearing a 
man's shirt. The sheets felt smooth to her skin and 
slowly she left the bed and moved to a window where an 
antique looking telescope stood. She peered through the 
telescope and adjusted the lens so she was looking at 
the beach on the mainland. Now more than ever she 
realized how different she must appear, for the women 
on the beach were topless, with bronzed skin. Wendy 
turned to the mirror and saw her very slightly tanned 
body in it's reflection with noticeable tan lines. 

What had happened the evening prior slowly crept into 
her mind and she blushed. Hurriedly she looked around 
the room for clothes when there was a knock on the 
French doors leading to the patio and pool.

She peered through the lace curtains and saw Miklos 
standing there with a tray with coffee and fruit. 
Standing there in the morning sunlight wearing only 
boxer/brief bathing trunks, little droplets of water on 
his body. It seemed he had just left the pool or ocean 
to bring her something to eat and drink.

The gravity of what happened to her started to sink in. 
He knocked again and said, "I will have coffee and food 
for you to the table, please join me. There is no need 
to be shy."

There was a sense of directive in the way he said 
things, Wendy sensed that it was not a request but a 
command. Rummaging in the armoire she found a pair of 
khaki pants which she hastily put on. 

Being sure to check the mirror before exiting the room, 
Wendy was sure that her breasts were covered. She 
exited through the French doors and sat opposite 
Miklos. He poured her a cup of coffee and slid a bowl 
of assorted fruits across to her. He simply smiled and 
said, "There was no need to dress, we are alone today. 
I have given everyone the day off. I hope your sleep 
was refreshing." 

He sipped his coffee, stood and strolled to the pool 
where he dove in, leaving little ripples in the water. 
Completing one lap as Wendy looked around, drank some 
coffee and ate some fruit, Miklos put his arms on the 
side of the pool facing Wendy. "A morning swim really 
invigorates the body, why don't you join me?" Again 
Wendy sensed that he was not asking her, but commanding 
her, and before she knew what she was doing, the shirt 
was on the ground and she was sliding the pants off her 
body. 

For the first time, Miklos had a perfect view of her 
body. The evening before was dark and he was unable to 
accurately see her. Standing approximately five foot 
six inches tall, with silky brown hair, Wendy found 
herself trying to cover her breasts and groin from his 
eyes. "Now, now, please, you are beautiful and in time 
you will come to acknowledge this simple fact. Put your 
arms at your sides and let me take in your marvelous 
body."

Wendy obeyed, her arms now at her sides, blushing a red 
deeper than the blood that she felt rushing all over 
her body. His eyes moved from her angelic face, blue 
eyes, to her pert breasts, grapefruit sized, oh how he 
loves natural breasts. Down her sumptuous abdomen to 
her hips, only slightly larger than her waist, her body 
was very much what he loved. Her slightly muscular legs 
clamped together to keep his eyes from penetrating her 
most private area, though deep down she knew it 
wouldn't be long before he would be able to ravage her. 
It was her destiny to be taken by this man in every way 
he wanted. 

He held his hand out and she slowly walked to him and 
he put his hands on her waist, lifted her with apparent 
ease and slowly descended her body into the 
surprisingly warm pool. Immediately though her body 
erupted into goose bumps making her already hard 
nipples harder. 

He brushed her hair out of her face with the slightest 
of touch setting off more goose bumps. Their eyes met 
and she submitted. He knew she was his now and would do 
whatever he asked of her. If he wished, she would walk 
through the center of Athens naked, however his wish 
was to give her pleasure the likes of which she had 
never even dreamed possible. 

Miklos kissed her, their tongues entwined like snakes 
mating. Her arms groping his body, pulling him against 
her own body. She wanted to feel him, to become one 
with him. Wendy broke their kiss, licked his neck, 
moving ever slowly downward. Tonguing his nipples, 
Wendy licked her way down his chest and rock hard abs. 
Looking up at him, she took a deep breath and submerged 
her head and took his hardening cock in her mouth, 
sucking him into her mouth and blowing his cock out, 
repeating this action to his pleasure. 

Wendy remained under the water as long as her lungs 
held air. Reluctantly she surfaced and immediately 
Miklos slid his arm under her knees and around her 
shoulders, lifting her and walked out of the pool with 
her looking adoringly up at him. 

Inside he took her, not to the room where she had slept 
but to another room where a four poster bed stood alone 
in the middle of a huge room. He placed her with ease 
in the middle of the bed. Beneath the pillow he removed 
a blindfold which he proceeded to put on her. He took 
her left hand and caressed her arm from the fingertips 
to the shoulder, and as her arm was stretched he 
strapped her to the post.

Wendy did not fight. She would do anything he wanted. 

As he made his way around the bed, his hands caressed 
and massaged her body, being sure to keep away from 
where he knew she wanted him. Her arms and legs now 
bound to the bed, she pulled slightly, if only to test 
the strength of the straps. She waited with baited 
breath, waiting for him to enter her, to lick her, to 
do anything to her and there was a creak some distance 
away and the sound of a door shutting.