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Lucy in Rhodes

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: strait8 Posted on: 19 Aug 2004 1 comments
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Traveling Europe and meeting a beautiful girl on the ferry to Rhodes.Cross posted from livejournalWhen I was writing about being under the stars in Hawaii it brought to mind a girl I had not thought of for many years. Here is the story.I was on my first great tour to Europe. You know the one you take after you quit University the first time. Mine was six months on a minuscule budget, trekking from Portugal to Turkey.I was in Piraeus, the port of Athens. It was a hot June day and I was catching a ferry to Rhodes. I climbed aboard and we set out. Somehow after about an hour, the black clouds of a squall rolled in, and waves stated coming over the front of the boat. I am not that much of a wus at sea, but everybody around me was puking their guts out, and that set me off as well. Though it was about 4 PM I went to my bunk and slept. When I woke up the sun was streaming in the porthole, I looked at my watch and it was 6:00 AM. I washed up in the communal bathroom and headed for the deck. The sky was streaked with pink and as I looked out to sea there was a school of dolphins leaping beside the boat. There were a few others on deck. I looked down the railing toward the front of the ship, and there stood a spectacularly tall woman. I would say she was easily 6'2". She had dirty blond hair to her shoulders. She had the face that today would get her makeup covers though she wore none at all. I thought she was from Sweden, Norway or Germany.I screwed up my courage and walked down to her and said Hello. She was elegantly beautiful. Very tall and thin. She said hello back, and I honestly did not know what to say next. She kind of sensed my shyness and commented on the dolphins. I recovered my tongue and asked her name It was Lucy. I asked her destination and it was Rhodes as well. We talked for a while, she told me she was British. She was studying advanced Italian at a college in Florence where she had lived for two years.I asked if she was quick with languages and she told me she spoke six languages fluently. Her father was a British army Major and she had been born in Asia where she learned chinese, and Malaysian. He father later was stationed in Belgium with NATO and she learned Flemish and French.I can not remember the other language she spoke. She was British upper class with a hyphenated name. At that time I didn't know what a "Sloane Ranger" was but she was one.I had never met such a sophisticated young woman before. Only a few of the girls I knew, could speak more than one language. Certainly none had traveled as extensively as Lucy.We talked for all of the morning till the boat landed in Rhodes. We disembarked together and i headed to a hostel, while she made her way to a bed and breakfast. We made arrangements to meet the following night in the square and have dinner together.After hiking a lot of the island with other young people from the hostel, I headed back to clean up and meet Lucy.In Greece no one except tourists have dinner before 10PM. Being Greek myself, I wanted Lucy to know I was a sophisticated as well. I suggested a walk before dinner. We walked through the town looking at the stonewalls built by the Crusaders and Knights Templar, the ships in the harbour, the shops, and the restaurants. We had a lovely dinner, some cold beer and talked about everything.She asked if I knew of the Valley of the Butterflies. I told her I had heard of it but not seen it. It was a few kliks out of town, so we decided to rent motor bikes and ride to the Valley. I walked her home and stretched up (I'm 6')to chastely kissed her cheek.In the morning we rented motor bikes for three days, and rode along the beach highway to the Valley. The valley is filled with flowers and probably 100's of thousands of Monarch type butterflies. They were spectacular.On our way back we were both getting hungry, and we stopped at a local taverna on the beach road.This was not a tourist haunt, but a traditional Taverna run by Taso and his wife Eleni. Taso was the front man and Eleni made the food. It was typical in that if you were Greek you just went in the kitchen, looked at the pans of stuffed vegetables, or chicken in Tomato sauce and picked what you wanted to eat. The food was delicious.While we were there Lucy asked if there were any sandy beaches in this area. I translated to Taso and he told me that there was a virtually private beach less than a block away. We whiled away some time with Taso and then decided to check the beach out. We rode over and took the path down the hill. We stowed our bikes and walked the rest of the way to this micro beach. It was about 5 in the afternoon so we stretched out in the sand and watched the water and the sky change colors a million times.It was still over 90 degrees and we began to get hot so we walked down to the waters edge and stuck our feet in. Nether of us had brought our suit and I was not sure how she might take a suggestion to swim in the nude. I let it go and took her hand and walked her back to our bikes and we headed back to town.Not wanting to be a pig with her time, I suggested we meet the next morning and spend the day at our newly discovered beach. I met her at 10 AM and we headed back to "Taso's beach". When we got their it was secluded as ever. I turned my back and took off my shirt and shorts. I had my suit on underneath. When I turned back, Lucy was topless with a tiny bikini bottom. I must have looked surprised, because she stated to laugh and said: "You really are the innocent aren't you". The truth be told I certainly felt like one. I had only slept with two girls to this point and none in last four months. She was truly beautiful. Her breasts were perfect pears taopped with light brown nipples.Her waist was well defined and she had a model's hips with flaring hip bones. Her legs looked like they were six inches longer than mine. I immediately felt my self getting hard. I was glad i was wearing jams and not a speedo. As I tried to turn away and face the sea, she looked down and saw the tent growing, laughed and said "I glad to see I'm making an impression on you". I said: "Lets go swimming, so I can cool off." Her reply: "Is that the equivalent of a cold shower?"Definitely! I took her hand and ran down to the water and ran straight in. We dove in and swam out about 30 meters. She was a smooth swimmer, who obviously had lessons. When we got out there we floated and tread water. I dove down to look beneath the surface and when I came back up she was behind me. She put her hand over my eyes and said: "Guess who". She pulled herself towards me and I felt her breasts in my back. Her nipples were rock hard. Her hands slipped down to my chest and she started to feel my muscles. I wanted to turn around, I thought I'd wait so I reached back and pulled her hips toward me. Her crotch ground against my ass. I felt her hand slid down and grabbed my cock through my suit. I knew that was an obvious enough signal, so I turned grabbed her and kissed her. As warm as the water, was we were hotter. It was that kind of crazy lustful passions that was fueled by a full endorphin rush.I was holding her in one hand and kneading her breast with the other. She put her and in my pants and grabbed my cock. She looked at me and said: " He is really thick, I like that". I slid my hands down and started to touch her pussy through her bikini. Her breath instantly became ragged.I slipped the bikini to one side and started to feel her pussy. She encrouraged me to push my fingers into her hole. After we did this for a while I knew I would not last too long. I said: "Lets go to the beach."She said: "No I want to do it here. I want to make love in the ocean." "I didn't bring a safe out here I told her." Don't worry, she said: "I'm on the pill." So much for safe sex the big head told the little head. The little head just cheered.She started to push my shorts down to my knees. I pulled the bowties on her bikini but held it in my hand. For those of you who have not made love in the ocean, the natual buoyancy is a big help but it is a work out. She hooked her legs around me and pushed herself down on my cock. She bounced and I tread water.We were both so horny we came in less than a minute. A good thing otherwise we might have drown.We swam back to the beach dried off and laid in the sun. We spent the day at the beach, going to Taso's for lunch. We made love again in the afternoon under the shade of a tree. The rest of the time I read Lucy-Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by Lord Byron. At that time I had been an English major and this poem was the catalyst for the trip to Europe.In the evening we went back up to Taso's and asked if we could wash using the garden hose he used to water the vegetable garden. He lent us a bar of soap and we cleaned up. With a sun kissed face Lucy was more striking than ever. Her wet hair was straight pulled back into a pony tail.We went to dinner early to get out of the sun and also because we were famished. We spent the next four hours till midnight at Taso's. I taught Lucy to greek dance. They played a song which phonetically sounds like this: Strosse to stroma sou yia dio. It means: Make your bed for two". I had never heard that song till that day and it has become a standard of greek music. When i hear it now it takes back to that night.We went to get our bikes. There were a million stars in the sky. I was reminded of te ancient Greeks naming all the constellations. I asked Lucy if she wanted to sleep on the beach that night as it was still very warm.We laid our towels down and started to hug each other. We spent the next two hours making love. I remember she taught me so much about how to plase a woman. She was sweet enough to complement me on what a good student I was. They are lessons I remember till today.The next was our last and passed as the previous one. I was crazy about her and asked if I could come to Florence and meet her. She said no, She had an italian boy friend who was insanely jealous and it would just not work.She left the following morning and I never her saw her again, but I will forget those three days with Lucy A-J.