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I must thank Ms E Arsan from whom I stole for the style and rythym of this 
story, although please don't judge me by her high standards.      It should 
be considered as a work of fiction intended for consenting adults only.   It 
is not intended for sale and posting on pay sites is expressly forbiden 
without my consent.     Otherwise feel free to pass it round if you think it 
worthy so long as this header is included.

(Like most writers,  feedback and encouragement is gratefully received.    
Uncritical adoration is great but constructive critisism is better. Send to 
maxtoby@dial.pipex.com)


Emma's Story

It was young Emma's first time abroad and the first time she had made any 
journey beyond her home-town without at least one of her parents for 
company.   Now she felt jet-lagged and quite unsure of herself, although the 
excitement of the adventure still tingled in her mind.   She had flown into 
New York, changed planes in Paris, caught a bus at Istanbul airport and was 
now boarding the boat for the last stage of her journey.    It was hot and 
sticky and she was worn out by the travelling.   Over 30 hours since she had 
slept in a proper bed.   She had managed to take advantage of a shower at 
the airport about an hour ago but her body had already forgotten.    She 
could see a few beads of perspiration on the upper swell of her breasts.   
Only a few more hours until she was reunited with Beil, her boyfriend.   She 
was travelling to an island off the coast of Turkey where Beil's family 
lived.    Beil had returned home for the summer to work with his father - 
learn the business and all that.   She would spend the summer working as his 
father's secretary so she could earn some money and become fluent in Greek, 
which was her major at University.     Oh, and maybe, just maybe, she could 
get Beil to fall in love with her.    He had confessed his love for her but 
she knew she had to keep him beyond the length of his lust for his love to 
be proved real.    For that reason she had only let him taste her body once  
over the spring.    After that first time she had had a struggle not 
succumbing to her bodies desires such was Beil's charms.   But was it true 
love?    He was a catch; handsome but clever too and his father was rich - 
stinky rich.  Rich enough to have his own island.

Getting away from the horrors of life with her parents was another blessing. 
    She had decided this was going to be her perfect holiday.   A whole 
summer on a Mediterranean island away from her usual inhibitions.   She 
could feel herself relax as the inhibitions instilled by her parents slowly 
slipped away the further she got from home.

She had been daydreaming throughout the journey - imagining her perfect 
holiday.  She imagined the hot sun on her back and Beil's lips on hers.   
Yes, maybe she would give herself to him over the summer.    Away from her 
parents she would let him win her over and then they could make love all 
summer.   He would come to truly love her and maybe they would get married.  
   Bliss.  He was a good lover.   Once had shown her that.  It was in his 
Mediterranean blood.   She remembered what his cock was like inside her.   
On the plane she had pulled a blanket over her and tried to relieve her 
tension - her hand rubbing her clitoris.   But the children in the next seat 
woke up and she only succeeded in increasing the desire which ran through 
her limbs.

Beil had arranged her tickets and, at the harbour, she had been expecting a 
commercial ferry of some sort.    What she found was a private cruiser - a 
Gin Palace - she thought and a little vulgar - but the hostess who greeted 
her at the gang plank was professional enough, apart from her rather skimpy 
attire.    She learnt that there was no regular ferry to the island so 
MrVycanos (Beil's dad), had sent his boat for her.    The stewardess took 
her to a small lounge which felt quiet cosy and it was to one of the four 
chairs that the young and pretty stewardess led the spaced out Emma.
"Your very young to travelling alone."
Emma was actually 20 but looked a lot younger and feeling piqued,  told the 
stewardess her age.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you look so beautiful.   I hope you have a 
pleasant journey.    I'll bring you an anti-sickness tablet which will also 
help you sleep.   We will arrive at about 5 in the morning."
"OK, thanks."
They communicated no more after this apart from an exchange of smiles.  
Emma, in her tieredness, just wanted to collapse.

The lounge and chair were smoothly enveloping and gave a feeling of privacy. 
     She sank into the depth of her chair while the stewardess stowed her 
luggage in an overhead locker.   As she reached up, standing right in front 
of her, Emma could not help but notice her long slender legs and silky 
thighs as they disappeared under her short skirt.   Her short blouse had 
ridden up showing her flat tanned stomach and looking up Emma saw the under 
swelling of the stewardess's naked breasts which were unconstrained beneath 
her blouse.   Emma could clearly see their shape and the nipples where they 
strained against the material.

Shortly afterwards the stewardess returned with the medicine dissolved in 
some water and once again Emma was slightly shocked by the movement of her 
breasts.   She swallowed the medicine without thinking as she watched the 
gentle motion of nipples through cotton.   Doesn't she mind that everyone 
can see, she wondered?  Or maybe she is unaware how thin her blouse really 
is.      Cotton can be deceptive sometimes.

Despite the evening, it was hot, and for some reason the image of the 
stewardesses breasts would not leave her.  The luscious, generous bounce as 
she walked and her smooth curves demonstrating the firmness of her flesh.   
The protrusion of her nipples through the thin cotton remained a powerful 
images within Emma's mind which confused and distracted her.    Emma envied 
the stewardess her freedom and decided to go to the toilet and remove her 
own bra for the night.  The freedom would be wonderful after such a hot day. 
   Her blouse was also fine and translucent but it wouldn't matter, as she 
was about to settle down for the night and would cover herself with a 
blanket.     She was so taken by the images turning in her sleepy mind that 
it was some time before she stood to go to the ladies room.   It was only 
then she realised how spacey she felt.    It reminded her a little of the 
one time she had tried some marijuana.

Whilst taking her time in the toilet she felt the engines start and with 
much shouting and clattering the boat eased away from the wharf.     When 
she left the ladies room, her bra shoved into her toilet bag, the harbour 
looked small astern.  The door to another lounge was open and she saw a 
couple of guys being served drinks by the stewardess.    They wore shorts 
and tight sleeveless t-shirts showing off their tanned muscular physique.  
One was blonde and the other had long dark hair and to her they seemed like 
statues of Apollo - only in flesh and blood.   They were talking to the 
stewardess but immediately turned their attention to Emma as she walked 
past.    She could hear their comments and quickly turned away embarrassed.  
She felt their eyes on her young body as she ducked into her own lounge and 
shut the door.

Some minutes later the stewardess came back, and muttering an apology, stood 
right in front of her again to reach into overhead locker.   Her skirt rose 
higher up her soft skinned thighs until Emma feared she would expose her 
underwear.  Her blouse rose leaving a bare expanse of narrow waist and her 
full breasts pressed against the cotton revealed their perfection to Emma's 
gaze.    The breasts seem to hang there, right in front of her for ages so 
she could take in every curve and every lucious bounce.    She got the urge 
to touch them and she had to hold her hands down to stop herself.   She 
wanted to unbutton the blouse so the breasts would tumble out.   She would 
cup them with her hands and move the nipples to her lips so she could kiss 
them.   They're like my breasts thought Emma and even leant forwards ever so 
slightly as if to make her fantasy real, but the stewardess had moved away - 
her breasts bouncing gently against her slim body.

Emma lay back in her seat and tried to rest.   Oh, she was tired, but her 
mind would not let her sleep.   Slowly the images of the stewardess and two 
men rose in her mind.   She recalled the men's lean torsos and imagined then 
sitting there casually naked.   They were two Appolos she decided.   Greek 
Apollo's.   She saw their penis's drapped softly over their muscular thighs. 
   She played with the image and then introduced the stewardess, leaning 
over the blonde one to adjust his seat.   The top few buttons of her blouse 
were undone and he could see down the smooth flesh of her cleavage.   The 
breasts where so wonderful the naked Apollo could not stop himself from 
softly undoing a few more buttons.   The image delighted Emma so much she 
played with the scene in her mind.   The stewardess was leaning forward and 
her breasts accidentally brushing the man's cheek.   The nipple is already 
erect and he cannot hold back.   He lets his lips rub against the nipple.   
Then his hands move smoothly and in one unhurried movement her blouse is 
undone and her breasts bounce free.   He holds them tenderly and brings them 
to his lips.

At first the stewardess can not do anything because she is leaning so far 
over.   She is about to shout in anger and outrage but the touch of his lips 
on her breasts - so tender yet full of passion - takes her breath away and 
she pauses to saviour the moment.

Her firm orbs hang heavy as he kisses them - his hands lifting the weight - 
and she stifles a moan.   Trembling she tries to push herself away but he is 
holding her hands and forces her to kneel between his knees.   He gently 
pulls her blouse down over her shoulder and returns his attention to her 
breasts which are now aching with desire.   Her hands grab his legs for 
support and only then does she realises he is naked and his penis is quickly 
swelling in front of her.   Soon it is proudly erect and he is big.   She 
cannot stop herself from grasping it in both hands where it seems to throb 
and pulsate against her palms.  She is so absorbed by its weight and 
strength that she does not feel the long haired Apollo get up until she 
feels him undoing her skirt.

At this point in her reverie Emma reflects that it is her nipples that are 
aching, her quim that is damp and her flesh which is dying to be caressed.   
  So in her dreams she smoothly swaps places the stewardess.   So now it is 
she who has her blouse open and she who is having her breasts caressed by 
the blonde Apollo.

She is standing up, leaning over him, with her hands holding the back of his 
chair.    He is kissing her aching breasts and she is arching her body to 
press them against him.   The moment goes on forever,  as the sensations 
flow over her body and she swoons uncontrollably.   His hands go to her hips 
and pulls her closer towards him.   She is right over him now and his hands 
slip easily under her skirt and suddenly he is stroking her quim though her 
knickers.    She moans out loud and her knees give way but the man holds her 
to stop her falling.  She is still recovering from the overwhelming 
sensations when his hands go to the waistband of her knickers and starts to 
pull them down.   In a moment they have been pulled down over her buttocks 
and are halfway down her thighs.     Such are the tremors and passions 
running through her she is unable to respond.    The Apollo will have his 
way.     Then her blouse is lifted off her body and her skirt removed.   It 
is the second Apollo who's removed her clothing and now she is naked before 
them.  They are both naked their erections large and obvious.

Emma pauses again to reflect on her dream.    She wondered about involving 
the long-haired Apollo in her fantasy.  She would never let anything so 
wanton happen in real life - but in her dream?   If she were out of control, 
her arousal being all consuming, then would she be able to prevent a second 
man from participating as well?      Would it's forbidden nature stir more 
arousal in her?

She returned to her fantasy.

When she imagined the man freeing her breasts she gasped and felt the 
sensation as if it were real.   As he pulled her knickers down it was as if 
she felt them stick on the curve of her buttocks and his hand had to slip 
round to lift the waistband off.    And as she imagined him starting to 
caress her sex she felt as if it were not a dream at all, such was the 
intensity of her feeling.

Suddenly the man was Beil and it was his friend removing her skirt.  She 
tried to whirl round but Beil pulled her on to his lap, pinning her arms to 
her side and feeling her hot naked breasts from behind.   The second man 
bent, removed her knickers from the floor and then gently parted her legs.   
   Her boyfriends' naked cock felt hard beneath her.  Now pressing, flesh on 
flesh.      Oh my God, he was moving so his cock pressed against her sex.    
    He lifted her a fraction and he was slipping inside her.      Emma cried 
out.  At the same time she knew something was wrong.   It wasn't right that 
this most treasured of acts be witnessed.   She had to stop it.

She opened her eyes and coming out of her dream was surprised to see a man 
looking down at her.   Who was he?  Was he real?   How had he entered the 
lounge so silently?  Her legs were parted and with her short skirt he was 
seeing all of her long legs and golden thighs.
"Excuse me"
His voice was gentle but had strength.  "It seems we are to be travelling 
companions.  My seat is next to yours."

She sat up slowly, in a daze.    It must be the anti-sickness tablets she 
thought.    It felt like she was still in her dream.    She was looking at 
the man through a haze.  He wore a T-shirt under his smart linen jacket.   
With a Panama on his head he looked quite a dashing middle aged gent.

"Welcome aboard." She giggled at her humour.  "I'm afraid I'm a bit spaced 
out.    Sleeping tablets you see."
His clothing was Italian although he looked vaguely Greek and his voice when 
he spoke was clear American with a slight Manhattan twang.     "Sure.  You 
go ahead and sleep.   What's your name pretty girl?"
"I'm Emma.  How do you do."
To Emma he seemed a strong reassuring presence.  Maybe it was his American 
accent - a sense of shared nationality so far from home.   Somehow he taped 
into something deep within Emma's core and she found herself quickly relaxed 
to his presence.     He chatted for a while but she couldn't listen, her 
body was worn out even if her mind was racing.   She closed her eyes while 
the man settled down next to her.

She could feel him looking her up and down.  Her legs, thighs, flat stomach 
and firm breasts.  She knew he would notice the shape of her breasts through 
the blouse which would be highlighted by her erect nipples.    Somehow she 
didn't seem to mind even though she knew she should cover up.
What the heck,  it's a hot night, she thought - if she thought anything that 
clearly.     She guessed he was imagining her totally naked and wondered if 
her had an erection.   She started imagining his erection but pushed her 
fantasies back down and eventually slipped into a restless sleep full of sex 
and lust. ... and sleep.

*      *      *      *      *
.... Emma's brain was playing with abstract images in tune with her heavenly 
vibrations.    The images were disconnected at first but enough to moisten 
her sex and gently arch her back.    Slowly, wave after wave of pulsing 
sensation rose through her body.    It caressed her skin and slowly brought 
her to a state of arousal.   The heavenly vibrations merged with waves of 
sensation that slowly transmuted into phantasms which assailed her ripe 
body.   Slowly they caressed her breasts until they swelled and the nipples 
rubbed like bullets against her blouse.   Her lips became more lustrous and 
her whole skin cried out to be touched.   The phantasms assailed her thighs 
making her sex moist.   At first she kept her legs pressed together but then 
gave in and relaxed as the phantasms parted her thighs slightly.

Suddenly Emma realised she had moaned aloud and opened her eyes.  The lights 
were dimmed and it was night.   The man sat still and quiet next to her, his 
Panama down over is head and putting his eyes in shadow.   The steady hum 
and vibration coming up through her seat was the engines steady beat.     
She felt the heat in her body and somehow reassured, she closed her eyes 
again.

Quickly her mind was enveloped again by her fantasies again.   Now they 
seemed much stronger and bolder.   They pinned her to her seat and she 
couldn't move against their onslaught.   Her thighs were parted wider until 
her knee rested against something.   She couldn't open her eyes and the 
phantasms forced her legs to stay apart as they thrust their way to her sex 
which they parted and entered her.     She felt the thrusts inside her, 
pumping gently and rhythmically into the depth of her body.

Again she was torn from her fantasies.    This time by the man next to her, 
who rose to get a light blanket which he spread over her aroused body.   She 
wondered if he knew what phantasms assailed her but was grateful for the 
blanket and kindness.   The man was clearly taking it upon himself to look 
after her because next he gently lowered the back of her seat into the 
sleeping position and removed her shoes before settling himself down for the 
long night ahead.

Emma had abandoned herself to his care without opening her eyes.   The 
complications of interaction while he assisted her were to difficult and she 
was grateful for his confident attention.   She felt him settle down and 
through her closed eyelids she felt the cabin lights dim.

Slowly, slowly,  the phantasms invaded her dreams again.     She tried to 
control them but having been let in they softly took control of her body 
until she was helpless to their whims.   It was clear that orgasm was the 
only way to release herself from their grip.     She opened her eyes a 
fraction to check that the man in the next seat was asleep and it was dark.  
   Despite that reassurance she told herself it was madness to masturbate so 
close to a stranger.     But her body demanded it and her exhausted spaced 
out mind had no ability to think.   She just responded to her needs.   She 
let her fingers inch over her belly and slowly - trying not to draw 
attention to it - she slid her hand towards her pubis.    The thin blanket 
undulated above her hand as she pulled up the hem of her short skirt and 
pressed her fingers against her sex bud through her knickers.     Her bud 
was swollen and it was only with some effort that she stifled a moan.   She 
pressed gently with her middle finger in a soft motion, which would bring 
her to orgasm, but it was not enough.     Her phantasms where demanding 
direct contact.    She paused for a while then slipped her hand inside her 
knickers so her fingers could feel the intimate detail of her sex.        A 
fine tremor went though her as she pressed against her clitoris.   She felt 
ready now - ready to relax into a sexual bliss where she would tease herself 
and making the final release so much greater.

Suddenly she felt movement and the man's hand came down softly but firmly on 
hers.   Oh my.    She stopped breathing, was it real?    Her fantasy's did 
not collapse but merely froze as if on a video, waiting to be set going 
again.

Nothing happened.   She forced herself to breath slowly as if still asleep.  
   Maybe he would remove his hand.   Maybe the hand was another part of her 
fantasy.  Was the hand real?     He was not assaulting her.  Was he waiting? 
  If so, what for?     His hand felt confident and strong but was it dream 
or reality.   What?    What..........
"Oh......"  She gasped

Her phantasms where pressing her again.   She desperately controlled her 
trembling fingers.   She knew that the slightest touch would arouse her.     
She became aware that his other hand was lifting the blanket and drawing it 
to one side.   He took hold of her knee and caressed it, exploring it's 
hollows and curves, while gently pulling it towards him - thus opening her 
thighs wider.    His hand started slowly along her thighs, gently touching 
this most tender and delicate part.   His hand rose higher, up under her 
skirt and approached her own fingers which still pressed against her sex by 
the weight of his left hand.      The illicit touch of his hand, gentle and 
tender against the upper reaches of her thighs, was so powerful that she 
lost the power to do anything.

He held her hand through the blanket, lifted it away from her sex and 
swiftly replaced it with his own.   As he touched her there, drawing his 
fingers along her moist sex and pressing the cotton of her knickers against 
her, she moaned aloud and the phantasms took over her body and parted her 
legs to afford him better access.   Was it her body that pushed itself onto 
his caress?  Or was this rape?  But although she might have asked the 
question her brain was in no shape to answer as his fingers teased her 
clitoris through the cotton of her knickers.

She moaned, dimly aware that her body was giving him consent to continue.  
It felt as if her mind was relegated to the sidelines.     His hands 
withdrew and she was both relieved and disappointed.    But his hands had 
only paused to reach for the waistband of her knickers.   Deftly, he eased 
them over her rump and in one motion pulled them down her thighs and 
discarded them at her feet.      Immediately he pressed the palm of one hand 
against the smoothness of her flat belly while the other pushed her knees 
aside.     His leg was between hers so that as he pushed one knee her thighs 
opened exposing her now naked sex.    The confidence of his touch seemed to 
pin her down and in some way gave a message that she should not struggle.

His fingers where slipping inside her.   She was wet and his fingers entered 
easily.      She gasped and moaned as her hips thrust upwards.    His 
fingers slid smoothly backwards and forwards as she raced towards orgasm.    
But then he slowed and his other hand went to her blouse.    He was undoing 
the buttons.      The cotton fabric slid away and his hand cupped her 
swollen breasts.

A dim recess of Emma's mind realised she had to stop this assault on her 
body.    With her breasts and cunt naked to the world she instinctively 
covered her breasts with her arms and closed her thighs on the man's hand as 
he continued his slow thrusts inside her.

"No, stop. Please."   She whispered, uncertain of her right to make such a 
demand.      She was somewhat surprised when almost at once her withdrew his 
fingers from her hot cunt.   Then, holding her hands, he was pulling her 
from the chair.    Only now did she open her eyes but reality hardly 
penetrated her dazed eyes.   She stood uncertainly, swayed on her feet and 
let the man pull her towards a door off to one side.   She hugged her blouse 
back around her.

Gently he guided her through the door.   It was a bedroom with a double bed 
taking up most of the space.     She might have asked how he knew this room 
was there and why he was leading her to the bed, but her mind was to dazed.  
   The front of her legs touched the bed and she felt him slip her open 
blouse over her shoulders.      Her skirt swiftly followed and she was 
naked.    Instinctively she curled up on the bed hoping he would leave her 
to sleep.    Then, when she was along she could relieve her desire and 
sleep.    But it was not to be.

She felt his weight on the bed and a hand run over her body.
"Your very beautiful, my dear"
"No stop, please leave me"  she pleaded,  but as she said the words she knew 
the only sound leaving her lips was a soft moan.

She felt him undressing and kneel beside her on the bed.     She found her 
voice, soft and hesitant like a naughty schoolchild.
"Please sir, what's going on?"

The stranger didn't answer but ran his hands over her body which was answer 
enough.     She knew what he wanted and she had no energy to stop him.    
Indeed her body was desperate for release and even now responded to his 
touch.

He explored her body.  Softly and slowly.  Running his hands up her thighs.  
Caressing her hair, face, breasts, and buttocks.   His skin against hers.   
She gasped the first time his hardness pressed against her.    Then it was 
his mouth, lips, tongue on her.  When he found her swollen breasts she cried 
out and when he nibbled her nipples she bunched the sheets in her fist - 
because she was on her back now, her body laid out for him.

His swollen member brushed her face.  Briefly she opened her eyes confirming 
it was what she thought.    A fucking hard erect cock.   She gasped at it's 
size, fat and bloated.  The bulbous end poking at her.    She closed her 
eyes quickly as it brushed her lips.      She knew what he wanted and moved 
her mouth away.

Then fear invaded her as she wondered what he would do if she refused him.   
She felt so helpless.    So she held his hard cock with her hand and kissed 
it.    Her fingers barely half way round his girth.
"That's a good girl." He praised.
For some reason Emma felt ridiculously pleased by his praise and kissed him 
again.
"That's good, now open your mouth
Emma felt him part her thighs so her sex was exposed and bare before him.   
Then his tongue was at her clitoris and she was writhing on the bed as he 
pressed his cock at her open lips.

Her hips were writhing uncontrollably as he attacked her clit with his 
tongue.     She could feel her orgasm build quickly.   She cried out as the 
first orgasmic waves hit her and felt him plug her open mouth with his 
swollen cock.    She nearly chocked and tried to open her mouth wider to 
breath but it just meant his cock slid further and deeper into her mouth.   
And all the while her body was buffeted by her orgasm.   His tongue still at 
her clit and her mouth stretched so wide by his cock that it hurt.

Then it was all over and he pulled away,  his cock sliding from her mouth 
and his head lifting from between her thighs.     She wanted to curl up and 
recover as the after shocks of her orgasm ran through her but the man was 
only turning round.     He spread her knees far apart and knelt between 
them.

"No.  No more. Please."  She pleaded.
"Oh yes. I'm going to fuck you now.   And it'll be worse for you if you 
fight me.  So just enjoy it."

There was something in his voice.  She knew it really would be worse if she 
resisted so she stopped trying to close her thighs and just covered her 
breasts with her arms.
"No, hands above your head please."
Hesitantly she obeyed and his hand went to her breasts, pressing and rolling 
them, this way and that, as he took his pleasure.

His cock rested on her mound of hair.   He slid it back and down to her hot 
open cunt.   Pushed.  Pushed harder, the bulbous end feeling like it would 
split her in two.    Pushed harder again and she wailed as she felt him slip 
inside her.    She gripped the bed as he thrust slowly deeper in.  Never 
ending until she felt his balls and it seemed his cock was in her womb.

He started thrusting.   Slowly at first, then faster.   Despite herself, 
Emma could feel her body responding.   She knew he was a good lover.  He was 
building up, taking his time.    Taking his pleasure.  Then she knew she was 
going to cum again and he was pounding hard into her.
He groaned and his thrusts went berserk as they both came.  His cum pumping 
out into the depth of her cunt.

                            *     *     *     *     *

When she woke he was gone.    She lay on the bed for some time remembering.  
  It was dark.    She could hear muffled voices and banging.     She 
realised the engines had stopped.      She woke again with a start some time 
later when there was a knocking at the door.   The stewardess from last 
night poked her face into the room.
"Oh good, your awake.  Here, I've got you a glass of orange juice and 
there's a message for you."
It was from Beil.

Dearest Emma

Sorry I can't be there to meet you.   Dad has sent me off to visit one of 
his factorys.   Back in a few days.    Dad will send someone to pick you up 
from the harbour in the Jeep.   It's the only yellow car on the island so 
you can't miss it.    Please make sure you obey Dad to the letter, he is 
rather strict but I hope you learn to love him.  See you in a few days.  
Love Beil

Emma was stuck by his choice of word, learning to love his dad!    Did she 
need to get on with his dad in order for Beil to propose.  She searched the 
letter for clues but her head still felt rather dazed.   Looking for her 
clothes Emma could only find her skirt and blouse.  No bra or knickers, or 
even shoes.     Dressing as best she could she found the stewardess and 
asked for her luggage.
"Oh that's gone.    It's  waiting for you in the car."

Sudden panic.    She shouldn't keep the car waiting, but what about her 
underwear.     And what should she do about the man last night.    Should 
she report him to the police.   She needed time.  But had none.

Up on deck the sunlight dazzled her, but yes, there was a yellow Jeep under 
the shade of a tree.   The driver waved at her impatiently and before she 
knew it they where bouncing along a dusty track while he garbled in some 
Greek dialect.   She could only understand one word in ten.   He kept 
turning to stare at her breasts.   In the harsh sunlight they were clearly 
visible through the thin cotton of her blouse.   She could feel them 
bouncing.   She knew what he was seeing.   She pulled her skirt tight round 
her.  So conscious of her naked cunt beneath.    A walled villa appeared and 
they swept through the gates to pull up outside a side entrance.   With out 
a pause the driver whisked her into the house, along a deep carpeted 
carridor and brought her to a large wooden door.
"I knock, you go in."  The driver instructed in slow, barely understandable 
English.   "The master is waiting.    You kneel on both knees in front of 
his desk. OK?"
"What, kneel down?"
"Yes, you must kneel or he get mad."
Emma struggled to make sense of this demand but before she could retort he 
knocked and opened the door.    Then he pushed her into the room.

She stumbled into the room which was brightly lite by the morning sun 
bouncing off a swimming pool just outside the far wall which was all glass.  
  The veiws over the pool to the sea where stunning but she was brought up 
by a voice behind her.
"This way please, my dear."

She turned and gasped.   There, sitting in a deep armchair, flanked by the 
two men she had seen on the boat the previous night was on older man she 
vaugly recognised.      Then she got it - he was the man who had fucked her 
last night.   Then her shock deepened - he was carressing what looked like a 
large dildo.

"Welcome to my island."  He said, his voice silky smooth, "I'm looking 
forward to our summer together, aren't you?"

The End


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