Chapter One

Lanikai Eco Resort, Hawaii

 

Lu's ohana, her mates, were sad to see her go. Their hippy fairy. In her bangles and bells and not much more. Dancing nude by the bonfire out in the Field of Dreams. Always up for a full moon shag at The Point. They were all a merry band of free spirits. Sharing Ha, the Hawaiian greeting. She got her first tattoo, the Hawaiian shark, arched across her ass. Then had her navel pierced.

When he bought the resort, her mentor, Walter Whitlock, had given Lu a choice. Stay on at Lanikai as GM. Or be in Greece. He was definitely promoting her. There she could be project manager of Efcharistisi, his eco island development project. It was not an easy choice. The Hawaiian vibe and lifestyle suited her. The big island resort needed her, she knew. Greece, though? It called to her. The place of goddesses, oracles, spanakopita. And Greek men.

The island boys were a little too laid back, even for her. She would not miss their rustic "I'll bathe tomorrow," mentality. Sunbathing in her birthday suit by the pool with mai tais? She would miss. Her suitcase bulged with colorful sarongs, Kona coffee, mac nuts, and kukui nut necklaces. She even brought back an orchid lei for Diana, Walter's wife.

 

Chapter Two

Whitlock Investments, San Francisco

 

The surprise going away party? Not so much of a surprise. As Lu organized papers for the Greek project in their San Francisco office, the activities in the conference room were hard to miss. Delivery of a balloon bouquet had started her thinking. A catering crew came onto site. Bubbly arrived from their beverage distributor. Lu checked the office calendar. Nope. Nothing. No one had it booked. Yet it was blocked out. There it was. A big indelible black ink X.

When her roommates arrived, something clicked. Now she knew for sure. It was for her. They covered her eyes, led her toward raucous Greek music, and into the room. Gone was the quiet respectable office atmosphere. Their staid conference room had been transformed into a party zone. Greek travel posters were tacked up along each wall. An Aphrodite statue carved in white faux marble sat in the middle of the long table. It was surrounded by platters of moussaka, pastitsio, skewered kebabs, souvlaki, and beautiful Greek salads with huge slabs of feta. Bowls of tzatziki sauce and hummus were on the side. Golden honied loukoumades for dessert. The room smelled just as heaven should. Male voices called out "Kalimera!" In a rush entered barely clad Greek dancers, Chippendale style. She greeted them individually then sat down for the show. After the finale lap dance Lu was smothered with their hugs. Kisses. It was a bittersweet time for her. Eased with shots of ouzo. Many of her friends were in tears.

"Just think what a cool place you will have to visit," Lu kept reminding them. Several had come over to the Hawaiian islands when she was there. One had remained. Hopefully they will do the same when she is in Greece, she kept telling herself.

Her roommates here in town were a jolly group. They all lived together in a huge apartment over a bar in the Mission District. The things they had seen, coming and going. The Top Hat gentlemen's club was down the street. Haight-Ashbury just around the corner. Lu could walk to work and run daily in Golden Gate Park. A couple of her friends had spent time in Greece already and coached her, "You will love it!

 

Chapter Three

Old Plaka, Athens, Greece

 

Lu never expected to be here. Athens! As a kid, her class read about it in school. Pictures had been shown up on the big pull-down screen. The iconic Enzones. The Parthenon. Now she was on her way in from the Eleftherios Venizelos airport. "Get off at Syntagma Square," her friends had told her. "The hotel is right there. You will be in the middle of everything," they promised. The Athena. Even the name sounded wonderful. Conjuring up an image of a statuesque Greek goddess. Flowing gown. Nipples apparent. Holding a tablet.

Checking into the hotel was easy. Then up to her room. At the window she saw it. The Acropolis. Lit up at night, it took her breath away. She raced back down to the front desk. "Yes, you can walk there," the concierge assured her. He gave her a map and showed her the way. Her first night in Greece!

Up through the old Plaka she ran. It was magical. Along each narrow street strings of tiny sparkly lights were in all the trees. In open plateias fountains sprayed water. Mandolin music drifted on the warm night air. Linen topped tables spilled out from the full restaurants onto crowded sidewalks. Waiters scurried around with platters of food held high. The noise from the crowds startled her. Greeks are louder than Americans. Her first surprising discovery. She stopped to catch her breath on a bench directly below the Parthenon.

He sat down next to her. They both stared up. Humbled by the ancient monument. He drew it on a sketch pad. She commented, "Hey, that looks nice!" Silence. His pencil continued to scratch along the paper.

She put her legs up on the bench in a stretch. He snapped the pad shut and started to walk away. Lu called to him, "Wait. Can I buy that?"

"What? This?" He pointed to the sketch pad. When she nodded, he tore it out. "Here." And handed it over. "You can have it."

She was on her feet. Thanking him with the Frenchie double cheek kiss. As if noticing her for the first time, he looked down then back up, settling on her eyes. "American, I presume." Not smiling.

"Yes. I'm Lu." Then adding for her own amusement, "Greek, I presume." At that silliness she got the giggles. Surprisingly, he cracked a smile. "I'm jet-lagged. Don't mind me," she explained.

"I'm not." His eyes wandered south again. "I am not minding you at all." Hand thrust out, "Kalispera! I am Stefanos."

A beautiful blonde-haired woman sat smiling at him. Eyes as blue as the Aegean Sea. In tiny running clothes, she was stretching out her long legs on the bench. He was delighted to see she had not bothered with a bra for her full breasts. Arms now up high over her head, stretching from side to side. Tits on the verge of spilling out, he caught just a peek of her rosy areolas. Her strong girl scent releasing into the air. He stirred.

Lu tucked the sketch into her pack as he sat back down. Ah. He had noticed her as well. "How long have you been an artist?"

"I'm not an artist. I teach anthropology at the university. Sketching is just to relax me. I do it for fun." His reply.

Her high laugh filled the air. "Gee. And I have sex and drink Champagne to relax and have fun." Teasing him.

He remained silent, looking up. As if seeking guidance in answering.

Lu looked at his hands in his lap. No ring. Nicely dressed older gentleman. Generous full head of curly salt-and-pepper hair. A well-cut suit and dress shirt. That noble Greek profile with prominent nose. The Med tan. Soft brown eyes. "Tell me about your classes," she began. Watching his lips.

He turned toward her. "I have Champagne." His smile matched hers. Eyes now on her lips. Feeling encouraged he added, "And I live right up the hill."

He was right, they walked there in five minutes. Arm in arm. They entered a classic old Plaka home and stood at the entry. Lu blinked as she looked around. Every wall in every direction was lined with art. Some she thought she recognized from books.

With "I'll just be a minute," he disappeared around the corner, down the stairs.

Lu walked forward and spelled out a word on the first painting. "M-A-T-I-S-S-E," aloud. Next two, "Picasso."

Stefanos came back up, a small blanket draped across his arm. Bubbly and flutes on a tray. "Pick where you want to sit."

"Outside," Lu's immediate reaction.

Upstairs they went and out through glass doors. They were looking nearly straight across at the Acropolis. He had the best view she could ever imagine. "Pop!" went the cork. She could hear the fizz as two glasses were filled. He handed her the throw. "Here. It can get chilly." She stepped out of her shorts and pulled off her top, reaching for it.

"Wait," he cautioned. Putting his hand up. "I want to remember so I can draw you."

She walked toward him, nipples stiff in the cool night air. "You, Stefanos, will have plenty more time to see me like this." And she reached for his belt. As his pants fell to the floor, Lu was treated to her second Greek surprise. The men are hung. And his was getting thick, coming up. As if reaching out to her.

He leaned in toward her breasts. Nuzzling, then mouthing. "Megaloprepis!" he said. Straightening up to kiss her. He lifted her up, arms around his neck. He stepped back to sit on the lounge with her straddling him. Mouths wide. Tongues seeking. His breath was becoming short as he took his cock and stroked it up and down in between her legs. Guiding it, seeking her clit. As she gasped, he put his hand there instead. Wet now from the both of them, he flicked it, then gave it a pinch. Flicked it, then shoved his big middle finger deep inside her girl hole. Then back out to give her clit a wiggle. Lu's head was thrown back, lost in the sensation. His mouth became frantically locked on her tits. He pumped her hard nipples with his tongue. Swallowing. A chuckle of pleasure deep in his throat. Then he eased her back on the lounge. Stepping aside to remove the rest of his clothing. She watched.

A fit older man. Minor dab of chest hair. And that stunning cock, now standing straight up, ooze of pre-cum on the tip. Then he was back down on her and started to slide it in. Tit in his mouth, he pulled his cock out in a tease. Then a shove, back in. He pulled it out and leaned down, seeking her clit with his tongue. Wiggling at it, then sucking.

The sound began low in her throat. Legs on his shoulders as he continued to suck. Lu's voice rang out into the still night. In her time of passion. An aria he wasn't expecting. High clear notes. Straining higher. She was singing her aria of orgasm. He put his cock where his mouth had just been. Her girl cum coated him. Her smell in the air. In he shoved. This time with the force of need. Pulling out. Then in. Again. He was pumping. Breathing hard. And with a shudder, she could feel him exploding inside her. Shooting sparks against her back wall with a flood. She was full up with his erection. Their goo flowed out. As he fell on her.