Lola sipped the last of her white wine and stood. The meal at White Restaurant had been exquisite, and the handsome waiter—damn shame he wore a wedding ring—had given her a wonderful table. Okay, it was just a table for one, but it was set on the edge of the balcony and from there, over the palm tree fronds, she’d sat and watched the sun spread burnt orange, scarlet and deep lilac fingers over the horizon before finally slipping into the darkness.
She’d eaten a small prawn salad then a delicate mushroom and tarragon risotto, treating herself afterwards to a tiramisu. She was on holiday after all.
And boy did she need a break. Running her own beauty product company, Comfortable in Your Skin, was exhausting even if it was satisfying.
She picked up her small clutch bag and stood. Her white linen dress floated down to her knees. It was cool and comfortable and beneath it, she wore nothing but a small flesh coloured thong. That was the thing she loved about holidays. It gave the opportunity to let go of all the rules of professional life. No more stiff skirt suits, stuffy business meetings, god-awful trips to central London at rush hour.
She walked past several tables of couples, all talking quietly over candlelight, and into the bar area. The lights were bright, and after ordering a glass of sparkling wine—her last of the evening—she found a bench at the end of a manicured garden area that led to the beach.
The sound of the waves filled the air, their constant push-pull on the sand a comforting frothy noise that was a further balm to her soul. Yes. Greece had been a good idea. So had coming on holiday alone. It gave her some much-needed headspace.
“Are you okay, Miss?”
Lola looked up at the sound of a deep, heavily accented voice.
A tall guy dressed all in black and with heavy dark stubble stood before her. He had a small badge on his shirt–SECURITY–and a set of keys hung from his belt along with a small radio.
“Yes, thank you.” She smiled up at him as a wave of appreciation winged its way over her shoulders like a stroking finger. He was just her sort; tall, dark and handsome but with an edgy glint in his eyes. He looked like he could handle himself—he looked like he wasn’t opposed to breaking a few rules. An image of hot outdoor sex flashed through her mind momentarily.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” she said.
He nodded, once, a quick dip of his head, then spun to face the endless dark sea. “Not much going on out there to look at.”
“Ahh, it’s above you, the best view.” She pointed upward. The stars had come out to play, a thousand silver stitches sewn into a black velvet sky.
He tipped his head, his dark hair sliding over his collar. Lola pressed her fingertips into her palms, wondering what it would be like to touch those thick strands. How it would feel to slide her palms down his back, cup his butt cheeks, drag him closer, deeper, demand more, cry out with pleasure…?
Damn she was in need of sex. It had been too long.
“I’m Lola by the way,” she said.
He drew his attention from the sky. “Gianni.”
“Nice to meet you Gianni.” She paused. “How long have you worked here?”
“Two years.”
“I bet you meet interesting people.”
He let his gaze roam her body, from her face, over her breasts, legs and to her high heels.
She shifted, letting her skirt flash a little more leg. She’d caught the sun, her skin a delicate toffee shade.
“Yes. Lots of interesting people.”
Lola had made a resolution at the beginning of the year to ask for what she wanted more often. This was one of those occasions. “What time do you finish your shift?”
Through the shadows, she could see he’d raised his eyebrows.
“Only I’m holidaying alone,” she said, “it would be nice to have some company.”
Hot. Hard. Male company.
“I’m afraid that would be against company rules.” He tipped his head. “You have a nice evening now.”
She sipped her drink, the bubbles misting on her lips. Still, she wasn’t a force to be reckoned with in the boardroom without good reason, so she gave him a hook, in case he wanted to take the bait. “I’m in suite forty-one if you change your mind. I’ll be all alone…” She left the sentence hanging and swiped her tongue over her lips.
Gianni was a guy who oozed testosterone, hell, she could almost smell it. She’d bet good money he had one heck of a sexual appetite, and a few kinks thrown in there too. Asking him was worth a shot.
“Rules are rules.” He stepped away. “Sorry.”
“Rules are meant to be broken, Gianni.”
Lola couldn’t deny that she’d been disappointed to be settling into her huge bed alone that night. The sheets were of the finest quality, the pillows soft, and everything smelled of lavender and the sea breeze. It was the perfect setting for some sweaty, naked fun.
But even so, she’d fallen asleep quickly without playing with her dildo as she’d planned on her lone walk back to her room—A long jog, a swim in the sea, and a walk to a local farmer’s market in the heat had tired out her muscles.
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When she woke, she didn’t bother to look at the clock, instead she showered, ate an apple, then wandered outside to her private courtyard. She was wearing nothing but a short summer dress. She’d read a while, before going for breakfast. That’s what holidays were for, breaking routine and doing what you wanted, when you wanted.
An outdoor bed stacked with pillows was just coming into the sun. Lola sat on the edge and plaited her hair. Gianni came to mind again. She wished the stars had been aligned differently, that the universe had put him on the path of her destiny. If that had been the case, she wouldn’t have an empty feeling low in her belly this morning. It was a need. A craving.
She’d have to do something about it.
She slid her purple dildo beneath a soft pillow then flicked through the glossy book she’d found in the hotel room. But she barely looked at the pretty images of Greece. Her mind kept wandering to Gianni. She thought of his wide shoulders, of the hard, toned flesh she was sure lurked beneath his shirt. His ass, high and taut, hugged by his trousers, and that interesting bulge at the front. Yes, she’d noticed that as he’d walked away.
She set the book to one side and rested back, pulling her hair out of the way. The sun was climbing in the sky, her skin heating.
But her blood was heating too, a shot of lust whizzing around her veins and tugging between her legs.
Closing her eyes, she ran the back of her fingertips over her left nipple, caressing it through the silky material of her dress.
Was Gianni still on duty in the hotel? It was possible if he were on a twelve-hour shift.
A smile tugged the corner of her mouth. What if he were, what if he was watching her now.
She pulled the hem of her dress up a little, exposing her thigh. The neckline of her dress slipped, revealing her left breast. She left it where it had fallen.
If Gianni was watching, that sneak peek would make it worth his while.
A naughty giggle caught in her throat. She was horny, there was no question about that. She needed to see to herself, claim an orgasm.
And wouldn’t it be fun to imagine Gianni was watching her every move.
Oh, of course, he wasn’t. Lola was staying in one of the most expensive beachside bungalows at the hotel.
According to the brochure, the courtyard garden boasted absolute privacy. With just the azure sky above, the waves curling and crashing beyond the high wall, and the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door, Lola was as alone as she was ever going to be.
Pushing the dress to one side, she sighed as the sun caressed her naked body. Her flesh was warm and sensitive and she ran her hand over her belly to her breast imagining it was Gianni touching her—his gaze following his movements as he looked at her body for the first time.
She arched her spine as a tremble caught in her stomach and her pussy quivered. The need for stimulation was growing. With her knees drawn up, she sought out her clit and pressed it.
It was so naughty, so exciting to be touching herself outside in the fresh morning air. For a moment she paused, looked up. What if someone really was there watching her? A gardener, a maintenance guy, a hotel manager.
Shielding her eyes, she studied the pagoda terrace. Beyond it was a blank brick wall. It was her imagination, or a gull perhaps that made her skin tingle as though eyes were upon it.
That thought pushed from her mind, she thought of Gianni again, imagining him walking from her bedroom and into the courtyard minus his security shirt. With his hair-coated chest, his dense stubble and thick brows he’d have a brooding, dangerous allure. A Greek bad boy ready to push some buttons and claim some fun.
She parted her legs and found her entrance, pushed in with a sigh. Oh, but only if it were Gianni’s big fingers, probing her, exploring her, flicking her clit.
She spread her legs wider, the stroke of the sun on her intimate flesh heightening her desire. In her mind Gianni was standing at the end of the day bed, watching her finger her pussy. The heel of her hand caught on her clit and she rubbed it, surrendering to the first tug of pressure.
It felt heavenly, but she wasn’t going to rush her private moment. This was fun. This was what holidays were all about, surely.
Again she thought she heard a noise above. She paused, a shard of doubt tensing her stomach. But there was nothing to see, nothing to hear. Just the glare of the sun on whitewashed walls.
Should she go inside and finish herself off?
No, why should she? She’d paid good money for this courtyard. And right now, her fantasy of Gianni standing at the end of the day bed watching her was too good to end.
Lola licked her fingers, coating them in saliva, then continued to work her pussy. She picked up the pace, pushing two, then three fingers inside. She writhed and wriggled, giving in to the delicious sensation growing deep in her pelvis.
Her mind’s eye conjured Gianni naked now, masturbating as he watched her pussy growing damper and swelling with need. His cock would be big, like him, and the end dark and thick. A struggle to take into her body.
“Oh, yes…” she sighed, her nerves tingling, her toes curling. She was getting ready to come. Gripping the pillow, she bowed her back against the mattress, rubbed herself harder, pushed deeper.
But then she paused, wound herself in. She didn’t want this to be over, not yet. Biting her bottom lip, she forced herself to stop.
“Sorry, Gianni,” she whispered to the end of the bed, still imagining him standing there. His dark eyes were narrow slits, he’d wanted to watch her come and she’d been so close. He was industrious with his cock, the tip peeking from his fist with each push pull.
Lola reached for her dildo, the sun glinting off the round protrusions. If Gianni really had been there, watching, she knew his excitement levels would be off the scale now she’d produced a toy.
Widening her legs, she grazed the tip of the dildo over her hard nipples. It was cool and smooth and sent a tingle through her breasts, seeming to increase their weight. She did it again, enjoying it.
But her pussy called for attention. She could just imagine Gianni demanding she gets on with the show and gets to the action. He’d tell her so, too, through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched with anticipation and his stomach muscles contracted to a row of taut bricks as he jerked off.
After licking the tip of the dildo, she rubbed it over her clit and down to her entrance. A flutter of renewed excitement made her heart trip along even faster. Now she pretended Gianni had gotten tired of being a spectator and climbed onto the day bed with her.
He wasn’t the sort to linger on foreplay, not when he was so turned on. He’d angle his cock at her pussy, his muscles would turn to steel, then he’d curl his hips under and forge in to full depth.
Her breaths were coming in short sharp pants, her breasts rising and falling as she squirmed on the bed. She stimulated her clit, drawing out the luscious moment prior to penetration.
Unable to hold off another second, she pushed the dildo in. She was so wet now, so turned on, the toy slipped to full depth easily.
Each bulbous bump rubbed over a hot spot inside her and she gasped, clenching around the solid invasion.
Quickly she sought her clit, rubbing it with her first two fingers. She wanted it all, stimulation on the outside and internally. The feeling was bliss, the pressure instantaneous.
“Gianni,” his name was on her lips, she let it spill out. If on some alternative universe he was watching her, perhaps on a small security camera, he’d know this was all for him.
All for him.
Oh, and if this was his cock, if he were over her now, pounding in and out, fucking her with gusto, she’d be coming so hard, so quickly.
She pushed the dildo in higher, licked her fingers, tasting herself, then surrendered to the wild pace she really wanted.
Her arm began to ache, she was breathless, sweat popped on her brow and under her arms. Her breasts jiggled with each shove of the dildo.
Her G-spot was being blasted with every entry and the deep, dense pressure had her lost to the moment.
Lola dropped her head back on the pillow, bit on her bottom lip to stop from yelling out and giving away her naughty game to anyone on the other side of the wall. Her entire body was alive with need, she was greedy for it.
Gianni was with her, in her imagination, taking what he wanted from her body, his cock so damn hard inside her and his sweat-laced flesh riding up against hers.
Oh yeah.
She dug her heels onto the mattress, pretending it was his buttocks and she had her legs wrapped around his waist.
God, if he is watching this, he’ll be thanking his lucky stars he’s on duty.
A new image of Gianni sitting in a dark office in the depths of the hotel came to Lola’s mind. Before him a grainy screen, in the centre of it her, naked and masturbating.
And not just a little fiddle, legs spread, big purple dildo in her pussy bit of playtime.
Her hips raised off the bed, her orgasm was there. Like a runaway train careering into a station, there was no stopping it. The pressure was too big. A volcano about to erupt.
For a moment she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, bright lights flashed on her eyelids, every muscle in her body coiled tight, ready to release.
And then it was there, a spectacular unfurling of pure bliss. She gave into it. Allowing the climax to claim her.
Heavenly spasms wreaked havoc on her insides, gripping the dildo, seeming to pull it higher. Her asshole clenched, her clit bobbed against her fingers and ecstasy flowed through her torso and down her limbs. The arches of her feet ached she was so tense in her moment of pleasure.
She pressed her head onto the pillow, her scalp tingling and her pulse bellowing in her ears. She had to let up on her lip, she was going to draw blood.
On and on her climax contracted around the dildo. It was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had at her own hand. The act of being outside, the risk of being seen, and fantasising about Gianni had created the perfect storm of ecstasy.
Finally, her body began to subdue, her pussy calmed and a delicious sense of satisfaction washed over her like a silken blanket.
Lola removed the dildo, enjoying one last pulse of energy around it, then hid it beneath the pillow.
She rested back, one arm behind her head and becoming aware of the heat of the sun licking over her flesh once more. She pressed her legs together, a slick of dampness spreading over her inner thighs. She stretched out. Her muscles were keen to flop into a relaxed state and recover from the energetic session.
Winding her fingers up her body, a smile spread on her face.
It was then she heard it. Another noise from above. Not a bird, not a small gust of breeze. It was a clunk, like someone knocking into something.
Quickly she sat and peered into the brightness.
If she were a betting woman, she’d gamble there was a fifty-fifty chance she’d been watched from above. They weren’t odds she liked.
Unless there was a chance it had been Gianni watching. Having let himself out of some security door onto the roof above her bungalow for a little voyeurism.
Now that would be a different story.
That she wouldn’t object to at all.
And it gave her hope—hope that she could persuade Gianni to join her on the day bed before the end of her stay in Greece.
Yes, that was something she’d be very happy with and it would be the perfect ending to her trip away.
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