Chapter 5

The following day, I slept in. Afterward, I strolled along the beach in search of a place to eat lunch. Wading through the surf along the water's edge, I stumbled upon a quaint beach bar, a simple wooden shack offering food and cocktails. Choosing a table under the sun, I ordered a salad topped with sardines.

It was delicious, and when I finished I decided to sit at the bar and enjoy a Greek Mojito. At first it was just me and the barman. I tried to make conversation but his English wasn’t very good and it soon died out.

A woman settled onto the stool beside me. "One Greek Mojito please, Nikos," she said. The bartender flashed a warm smile and set about making her drink.

"Snap," I replied, nodding towards my own glass.

"Oh, hello darling," she greeted, extending her hand. "I'm Anna." She spoke with a refined British accent.

“Kate. It’s lovely to meet you,” I said. I took a moment to study Anna as I shook her hand. She was in her forties, like me, curvaceous with ample breasts accentuated by her sundress, and her blonde hair cascaded around her. Her face was open, adorned with a broad smile and plenty of laugh lines. I warmed to her instantly.

"Why are we shaking hands like a couple of businessmen!" she laughed, moving closer and giving me a big hug. I could feel her large breasts squashed against mine and I suddenly thought back to my night with Jack and Emily.

We were soon chatting like old friends. Anna was also divorced, and like me, she had come on holiday to the island alone. That was a year ago; she never went home. Instead, she bought a yacht to live on, moored up at the marina in town.

We chatted easily, the conversation flowing as if we had known each other for years. She told me stories about her life on the boat, the freedom of waking up to the sea every morning, and the friends she had made along the way. I was captivated by her tales of sun-soaked days and star-filled nights, her voice filled with a zest for life that I hadn’t felt in years.

“So, what about you?” Anna asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What made you come here?”

I hesitated for a moment, the memory of my mundane life in London flashing through my mind. “Just needed a break, I suppose. My marriage was... well, it was dead. I needed to find myself again.”

Anna nodded, her expression understanding. “I get that. Sometimes you have to leave everything behind to see clearly what you want.”

As we sat there, the conversation took a turn I hadn't expected. Anna leaned in closer, her voice dropping slightly. “You know, living here has opened me up to new experiences in ways I never imagined,” she confessed.

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. 'Do you mean sex?'

She giggled. “Exactly. I've had my fair share of adventures, let's just say that.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “No strings, no commitments. Just pure fun, and lots of it.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck as I considered her words. “That sounds... liberating.”

Anna nodded. “It is. No one telling you what's right or wrong. Just following your desires.”

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I've... already had a few experiences too.”

She leaned back, assessing me with a knowing smile. “Do tell.”

I sighed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. “I had a fling with the tour guide,” I admitted. “And... I ended up in a threesome with the Americans in the chalet next door.” I could tell I was bright red now. I don’t know why I had confessed to all that, but Anna was surprisingly easy to talk to.

Anna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she seemed genuinely interested rather than judgmental. “Well, well,” she teased. “You're more adventurous than you look.”

“I guess I've surprised even me,” I said, still blushing.

"You certainly have. But you know, it's not all that surprising around here."

I raised an eyebrow, curious now about what else she might reveal. "Oh?"

Anna leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "Well, I haven't just been sailing and enjoying the sun," she admitted. "Living here, I've explored... different sides of myself."

I waited, intrigued by her openness. "Go on."

She took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "I discovered that I'm bisexual," Anna said simply. "And I've had my share of... group activities."

I blinked, slightly taken aback by her confession. "Really?"

I felt a mix of emotions; admiration, curiosity, and also a burning desire starting to gather between my legs.

Signalling the barman, Anna ordered us two more drinks. We spent the whole afternoon there at the bar, and Anna shared some explicit details of the one night stands and threesomes she had experienced. Her stories were making me increasingly horny again, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

With each anecdote, I found myself stealing glances at Anna's cleavage, imagining her in those intense moments of passion. Her long legs stretched out before her, the way she described her lovers exploring her body. It ignited a growing arousal within me. I couldn’t help but imagine her naked.

Despite my efforts to maintain composure, my desire for Anna was growing stronger with each passing moment. As evening approached and the heat of the day subsided, we ordered more food. The ease of our conversation made it feel like I had known Anna for years.

"Shall we go back to your chalet?" Anna suggested. "We can have a drink and watch the sunset. It sounds like the perfect spot to unwind."

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Was Anna suggesting it as a friend, or did she have something more intimate in mind?

As we walked back along the beach, Anna slipped her hand into mine. I felt my heart thumping in my chest and a delicious ache between my legs.

***

I got some blankets and a bottle of wine, and we sat on the beach in front of the chalet, watching the sun sink into the sea. As the last traces of daylight faded, we lay back on the blanket, wrapped in each other’s warmth, listening to the soothing rhythm of the waves.

Anna turned towards me, her hand tenderly tracing my hair. The tension between us seemed to have been building all day, and in that serene moment, I leaned in slowly, closing the distance between us to kiss her softly on the lips.

Our lips met in a tentative, exploratory kiss at first, as if testing the waters of our newfound attraction. Anna's lips were soft and inviting, her breath warm against my skin. As our kiss deepened, I felt a surge of electricity coursing through me, igniting a fire of desire that had been smouldering since we first met.

Her hand cupped my cheek gently, pulling me closer as our tongues intertwined. The taste of wine lingered on her lips, adding to the intoxicating sensation. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of her touch and the sound of the waves breaking nearby. Lost in the moment, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.

We kissed for what felt like hours, occasionally breaking apart to stare into each other’s eyes until it was too dark to see. The only light was from the nearly-full moon and we were alone on the beach.

"Why don't we go for a swim?” Anna suddenly suggested.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at her. "But you don't have your swimsuit with you," I pointed out.

Anna shrugged casually. "Who needs a swimsuit?"

Her suggestion caught me off guard. "Naked?" I repeated, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “What if someone sees us?”

“And? What if someone sees us?” Anna asked with another shrug.

I laughed nervously, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Okay, let's do it."

We jumped up and stripped off. Anna pulled her summer dress over her head, revealing her white, lacy underwear. Her breasts looked even bigger than they had in her dress. I stripped off my top and shorts, embarrassed that my underwear didn’t even match.

Anna unhooked her bra, setting her large breasts free. I couldn’t help but stare at them. They were so full and hung low, the nipples large and dark in the moonlight. Then she pulled her knickers down, letting them pool around her ankles. She had a thick, blonde bush that matched her hair. I felt another flush of arousal surge through me.

Taking a deep breath, I let my bra drop to the floor, and slid my own knickers down. My pubic hair was much darker and neatly trimmed, and my breasts were also full but smaller. Anna wasn’t shy about looking at me, and I enjoyed the feeling of her eyes on my body, despite my own anxiety about my extra weight and stretch marks.

Laughing, we ran into the waves. As we got deeper, it became harder to run and eventually we fell into the water, giggling with exhilaration. We splashed about, swimming a few strokes up and down. Then Anna moved towards me and wrapped me in her arms. I felt her cool skin against mine as we embraced, our breasts squashed together. I was so turned on, I instantly leaned in and kissed her passionately.

Anna responded eagerly, her lips soft but insistent against mine. The cool water lapped around us as our kiss deepened, tongues exploring each other. My hands roamed over her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Her hands traced the curve of my waist and hips, sending shivers through me. I pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body despite the chill of the sea. Our breathing became heavier as our kissing grew more intense.

Anna's hands moved to my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples until they were hard. I gasped into her mouth, arching my back to press closer to her. My own hands found her breasts, mimicking her movements, and I felt her shiver with pleasure.

We moved back to the shallows. As the water lapped at our ankles, we lay down naked in the surf, our bodies half-submerged. The waves broke over us, my heart racing. Anna's lips found mine again, and I could taste the salty water on her. The sensation of the waves crashing over us added an element of wildness, making everything feel more intense.

Her hand slid between my thighs, her fingers finding their way to my clit. I gasped against her lips, my own hand moving down to return the favour. We rubbed each other with growing urgency, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as the waves washed over us.

I could feel the build-up of pleasure, the pressure mounting inside me with each touch, each kiss. Anna’s fingers moved quicker, driving me to the brink. She responded with a soft, encouraging murmur, her fingers never slowing. I could feel her body tensing, her breathing becoming more erratic. We were both on the edge, the line between pleasure and release blurring with each passing second.

Finally, as a particularly strong wave washed over us, I came, crying out with ecstasy. She followed moments later, her body trembling against mine as we rode the flood of pleasure together.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, the waves gently lapping over us.

***

Wrapping the blankets around ourselves and gathering up our clothes we headed up to my chalet. There I got us towels and we dried ourselves off. But we were in no hurry to get dressed. We sat on the sun loungers on my veranda and looked out at the moonlit beach, completely naked.

Anna turned to me with a playful glint in her eye. She got up from her lounger and knelt before me, gently parting my legs. I shivered with anticipation, my heart racing. She moved slowly, her hands caressing my thighs, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

She took her time, exploring every inch of my skin with her fingers, tracing delicate patterns that made me quiver. Her lips brushed against the inside of my thigh, and I let out a soft moan. Then, without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head and began to lick me. Her tongue was soft and warm, moving in slow, deliberate circles that drove me wild. I could feel my hips bucking involuntarily, pushing myself closer to her.

Anna’s fingers joined in, sliding deep inside me. She moved them in perfect rhythm with her tongue, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. She took her time, building me up slowly, driving me to the brink only to pull back and start again. It was maddening and blissful all at once, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Anna,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

She responded by increasing her pace, her tongue and fingers working together to bring me to the peak. I could feel the tension building inside me, a powerful wave of pleasure that was ready to crash over me.

Finally, she pushed me over the edge, and I came with a cry, my body shuddering with the intensity of it. She didn’t stop, her movements gentle but insistent, drawing out my orgasm until I was spent and trembling.

But I wanted to give back the pleasure she had given me. I shifted, gently moving Anna so that she was lying back on the sun lounger. My fingers traced a path down her stomach, making her shiver. When I reached the soft hair of her mound, she parted her legs eagerly.

I started slowly, my fingers gliding over her wetness, teasing her. Anna moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet my touch. Encouraged, I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her heat and wetness envelop me. She gasped, her body arching slightly.

“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”

I added another finger, pushing deeper, and began to move them in and out with a steady rhythm. Anna’s moans grew louder, her hands gripping the edges of the lounger. She looked down at me, her eyes pleading.

“Deeper,” she urged. “Harder. Fuck me with your fingers.”

Her request sent a thrill through me. I increased the pace, my fingers thrusting into her with more force. She cried out, her body responding eagerly, pushing back against my hand.

“Like that?” I asked, my voice low and breathless.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Harder!”

I obeyed, driving my fingers into her with a ferocity that matched her demands. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body writhing under my touch. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her hips bucking wildly.

“Fuck, Kate,” she panted. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop!”

I didn’t. I kept up the relentless pace, my fingers plunging into her. Anna’s climax was explosive. She arched off the lounger, releasing a loud scream as her body convulsed around my fingers. I felt her cunt pulse and tighten, her pleasure coursing through her in waves. I kept going, prolonging her orgasm until she was a quivering, spent mess beneath me.

Finally, I slowed my movements, easing her down from the peak. She lay there, panting, a look of pure bliss on her face. I withdrew my fingers gently and found they were covered in her thick white essence. On impulse, I put them in my mouth, sucking my fingers and tasting her release.

She pulled me close, her arms wrapping around me. “That was incredible,” she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. I smiled, resting my head against hers. The night air was cool against our skin, and the sound of the waves seemed to echo the rhythm of our hearts.

I happened to glance up at the window of my American neighbours. Silhouetted against a dim light, I saw them both standing there naked, looking out the window at us, Jack’s arms wrapped around Emily.

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To be continued...

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