Elena's Lovers & Hush!

Chapter One-2

“Let me take you to your room, and we’ll get dressed for a walk around town. You don’t want to spend too much time in the sun, even with your dark skin.”

“I should let my friend know,” she said.

“Sure. Leave her a note,” he answered simply, and she was on his arm moving toward the hotel, feeling the surge between her thighs so intense, she didn’t think she could spend another minute in the man’s presence without climaxing spontaneously.

There was something to foreign travel, erotic beaches and unfamiliar men. Something in the wind, the taste of the air, something purely erotic in the atmosphere of physical inebriation that made caution useless in face of such powerful natural elements.

In her room, Elena led Nikos to the patio and the chaise lounge where she thought at first they’d just sit and talk again. She’d find out who he really was this time. But he pulled her down on the cushions, his hands going easily between her legs as she opened her thighs wide for him. And while she lay back, he kissed her and moved over her anxious body with hands that drew from her every pleasure stored there, having waited too long to be resurrected by such touch.

This was better than LA, better than the airport f**k, and the half a dozen other screws she drifted in and out of the last few months.

He pushed the bottom of her bikini aside, but didn’t remove it, as he moved with his mouth on her crotch and began running his tongue about her exposed center lips—first the outer labia and then parting them, the inner ones screaming to be fondled. He ignored the hard bud of her c******s, for a long time teasing it, pretending he’d capture it with his mouth, though he didn’t. And when he opened her wider still, her legs rising up to accommodate his desire, her whole center cleft was laid open so that he could run his tongue from her anus to her wet v****a.

She whimpered and thrashed about, reaching for the satisfaction he dangled over her with his tentative mouth. She orgasmed, feeling his tongue just barely skirt her clit, although the hot sensation of it escaped her too soon, her joy too brief.

“You’re not done, are you?” he asked.

“No, I’m not,” she purred to him.

“Good. I’m not finished either.”

Inserting his fingers where the spasms were, his mouth went down on her c******s, the effect recharging her hunger. There were new places to liberate of their pent-up desire, he was finding them all.

Spasming again, he pulled up on top of her and entered her with his prick. Hovering over her, his now mellow eyes cast their spell so she wouldn’t ever let go of him, as long as their sweating bodies were melting into such physical happiness. She climaxed a third time as he was peaking for himself. This time the pinnacle of delight was like a shower of exploding lights firing quickly and then dwindling away.

His low groan, accompanying her musical one seemed to linger much longer in the air than the actual sound; it echoed through their carved out space, and in her mind as she drifted back against the chaise to rest, with Nikos reclining on the remaining sliver of lounge beside her.

“You’ve missed making love,” he told her, kissing her soft cheek.

“Making love, yes. It’s been a while,” she admitted. Aimless screws were nothing like being taken this way. Even if it was just for the instant it happened, this was love. Either that or it was just an excuse for really good s*x. “What a way to break the ice of a frozen winter.”

“Humm. Then we’ll have to keep making love just to make you human again,” he said. The sexy smile became a fond one, some inherent kindness in his soul seemed as willing to surround her as his erotic need. Had it been her erotic need that propelled this escapade, she wondered.

“I’m almost human again,” she said. “I had no idea I was so lacking.”

“I can always tell. It’s why women travel to places they don’t know.”

“You think we seek these things so deliberately?”

“I know you do.”

“Then we must be easy marks.”

He smiled again. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I said that you’re more special than that.”

“No. I wouldn’t believe you,” she replied.

“Then you’ll just have to find out later.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” she asked him, intrigued.

“You’ll find out in good time,” was all he’d say, except that there was a devil’s look in the changing shades of his dark eyes.

Before they dressed to walk through the town, he bathed her body with warm fragrant cream. His hands massaged her shoulders, as she lay on her tummy. Down her back to her to her ass, he parted her rear cleft to moisten further the already wet s****l center. Then her legs. Turning her over, he started with her toes, licking them first with his mouth until she was giggling too much to take anymore; then drawing a thin line of cream up both legs, he caressed the creamy liquid into her skin, and made her open her thighs wide to receive his playing fingers in the depth of her interior places. The skill of his hands started things she would have thought she was too weak to accomplish so many times in a single afternoon.

“You can bring me off again,” she assured him.

“No. You’ll wait,” he joked.

She liked watching him laugh.

He turned his attention to her tummy and torso, and raising the s****l ante higher, even while he was denying her release.

“I should light candles and tease you with them, make you jump while I’m dripping hot wax into your navel,” Nikos said, as he fingered the small hole at her belly.

“Wouldn’t it hurt,” she proposed.

“Only for an instant, and then you’d want more.” His hands made a circle that started at her belly, swelled to her hips and then ran their way down her thighs. She thought she was going to explode.

“Oh, my god, I think I’m cumming again,” she murmured.

“So you shall,” he said. He fondled her breasts. The two large mounds that fell into her chest were sensuously touchable. When he kissed them, it was too much for her to hold back any more. She shrieked, half giggling like a girl, though panting womanly as she orgasmed one more time.

Nikos backed away from her, off the bed completely, and stood over her, his blonde nakedness making her think for the umpteenth time that day, that he was a Greek God.

“Tonight, I’ll shave away every speck of hair between your legs and bathe you there with my mouth,” he said, as he reached down and took her hand to pull her from bed.

“Oh, we can’t,” Elena protested getting up. “How can I go anywhere, you’ve exhausted me?” she said, feeling like a sleepy kitten having been pulled from the orgasmic stupor.

“You’ll be all fired up in a half hour,” he assured her, kissing her mouth aggressively when she was on her feet. “Find something sensuous to wear, and I’ll pick you up in a few minutes.”

Elena hated his leaving her, thinking that she’d been tied to him with an umbilical cord of pleasure. His leaving, she was afraid that cord would break and he wouldn’t return to her.

Is this how lust really begins?” she wondered to herself, as she fastened the peach-colored garter belt around her and drew the nylons over her slim legs. She debated wearing panties and then left them lying in the bureau. Going to the closet, she pulled out a strapless sundress, the one that she called shocking the way it pushed her breasts into a deep cleavage. In the back, there was a long indecent slit in the skirt, right down the middle. Nikos’ hands would find their way to her naked bottom with no effort at all. She’d balked when she first tried the dress on, but shopping with Sandra—who was more lewd than she was, if that was possible—her friend insisted, calling it necessary if she wanted to get beyond her recent woes and the string of mundane one-nighters in her life. In one brief afternoon, Elena had already gotten beyond the mundane.

Nikos made her turn around for him before they left her room, while he scrutinized the effect of the dress.

“Daring, isn’t it? Gets right under your skin so your assets stand out on top.”

“It does that?” she queried.

“It should. You have such an exquisite body to display; take every chance you get to do it.”

“I’ve never been extreme, not like Sandy, anyway.”

“But this is Spain,” he reminded her.

And that remark reminded her to leave a note for Sandra, suggesting that she might not return that night, and not to worry.

“I should be leery of you,” Elena said, as she and Nikos walked hand in hand into the lovely evening. Such stars, illuminating the heavens like that instant after the burst of fireworks, when the night sky glitters with a luster that fades seconds later. And such a sultry breeze rolling in off the gentle sea; it tickled her between her legs where there was nothing to separate her from sensation.

There was Spanish music to accompany their stroll, the smells of spicy beef and pork cooking in tiny restaurants about the courtyard, though there was too much color for her take in with one single glance. She pulled Nikos eagerly from shop to shop. He was right; she was all fired up, and feeling as if her once exhausted body could go on all night; such energy returning to her in a wealth she hadn’t remembered feeling in some time.

He bought her a scarf in a thousand shades of blue—blues like the seas and skies of Spain—and wrapped it about her waist, tying it with an expert’s ease.

“So you won’t forget me,” he said of it.

“Forget you? That sounds as if you’re going to drop me tonight,” she said.

“Not tonight, in fact, I’ll probably be with you forever.”

“Just metaphorically,” she supposed.

“Depends,” he said, without explaining more.

“This is just a vacation,” she reminded them both.

“And we have an eternity,” he said. “Remember, you can experience everything there is to know in a single instant. Think of this as a single instant.”

Somehow the rest of her life had disappeared, lost in a sea of thoughts that she wasn’t about to bring back to her mind. If she did, they might tell her that this night was the starry-eyed fantasy of a s*x-starved and unfulfilled woman; and that with morning’s light she’d be alone with a stale memory that would weigh on her too long and keep her from reality. Those thoughts were hardly worth having, so she kept them at bay.

So charming, Nikos had eyes that did a daring tango when they made love, and a heart that beat with complete adoration for every inch of her body and soul. He was making love to her all evening long with his eyes staring into her as if they could pick apart her psyche with such scrutiny. It was an unusual feeling for a quick romantic fling.

“If you could sit bare-assed on the chair, you’d feel the most extraordinary things between your legs,” he told her, as they stared at each other over candlelight. Having just finished the small meal, she could hardly eat a thing, and didn’t want to; she still tasted the s****l blend of flavors that had come alive inside her mouth.

“Sit naked?” she said aloud.

“Yes. And let people who want a good look see your graceful thighs pressed against the chair. They’ll appreciate your beauty the way I do.”

As much as the idea sounded like a suggestion, she took it as a demand, because that’s what it was. He added a measure of strict intent with his tone of voice, so she shuddered in the pit of her stomach at the thought of his taking control.

Elena wiggled in her chair to pull the long tight skirt high enough so that her bare thighs and ass could feel the leather underneath her, provoking her lust. Because the slit behind was so deep, it didn’t take much to have her bottom freed, and she wasn’t all that exposed, even if she felt as if the whole world could see her in that crowded dim lit public place displaying herself.

“How does it feel to have your lust unveiled?” he asked.

She smiled at him. “Like I want to make love to you right here, right now.”

“It would be too soon for that,” he said, smiling back. “Though I’ll have my hands on your ass when we dance and you’ll feel as if we’re making love.”