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I am in a state of turmoil as I realize that what is happening to me should not take place. I set out on this extended vacation with the intent of sharing my thoughts and impressions with a woman who is simpatico to me and with the resolution not to get into a physical relationship with her.Jan answered my advertisement in a local Boston magazine and me, poor fool, was beguiled by her candor and her sunny disposition. I offered her the position on the spot and here we are in Venice, city of romance.The romance hit us both like a thunderbolt on our first night at the hotel when a lonely and disoriented Jan crept into my adjoining room and into my bed, seeking reassurance. I woke in the morning with her body snuggled against mine and the situation changed from platonic to play, which is a tonic to an old fool like me.Her words after a morning of intense passion still ring in my mind like the chimes of St Marks’s Cathedral.“I love you.” She is too young, and I am too old… I think. I don’t want to feel too attached to her as I can see no long term upside to our involvement. She will sooner or later meet a man who is of an appropriate age and I again will be left alone.For the next two days, we did the grand tour of Venice’s sights; St Mark’s Basilica, The Dodge’s Palace, and The Bridge of Sighs. We rode gondolas down the Grand Canal and under the Rialto Bridge. The Tintoretto paintings at the ‘Scuola Grande di San Rocco’ captivate Jan, and it’s a joy to see her excitement. A fast Vaporetto ride takes us to Murano, where we feast our eyes on the works produced by their master glassblowers.We laugh, and sample the finest restaurants and spent our nights making passionate love.oOoI decide to make a call to Joan, my ex-executive assistant who retired at the same time I did, and who had met Jan. Joan has known me for years and had also known my wife before she passed away. I trust her judgment and feel the need to unburden myself to someone who would not be judgemental.“Joan, it’s Robert, how are you doing?”“Well, Robert, this is an expected surprise. Thank you I’m fine.”“What do you mean, an expected surprise?’“Well, I expected this call. However, I’m surprised it came this soon. You didn’t waste any time did you?”“You know what I am going to tell you?”“Absolutely! She is already or is in the process of falling in love with you, and you are scared shitless. Your mind is reeling and you waver between intense passion and extreme guilt.”“Yes, but how did you know?”“Robert, it was fated from the start. She could be the twin of your wife when she was that age. She is a stunning passionate woman, and she is fun to be with. That is why you are falling in love with her. Because you are a singularly ethical and moral person, you are both afraid of hurting her and afraid to be hurt by her. Right?”“Yes. That about sums up the situation. What should I do?”“Enjoy what you have and let tomorrow take care of itself. If you don’t, you will have regrets for the rest of your life. She is not a gold digger and you will have to trust that you and she will come to a solution. Now you old fool go and take care of yourself.”oooOoooA chime cues the Pavlovian clacking of released seat belts. Across the aisle, matching Armani suits unlatch attaches and confer over pages of fine print. To my right, Robert dozes in the posh leather lap of the First Class cabin.I smile at the wages of an energetic night in bed, and my face flushes under the ozone draft like a Murano artisan’s kiln, fired by the memory of hands and mouths forming, shaping, spinning sparks from each other’s flesh.The sixty-five-minute layover at DaVinci/Fiumicino is behind us. So is the dream that was our time in Venice: a watercolor shimmering through the first fever of mutual attraction, where hand in hand, Robert and I paid reverent homage in museums by day and then disappeared into sweet, profane after-hours exhibitions of our own.Over the savory risotto at Cafe Florian, Robert made good on his promise to tell me the story behind his amusement when I speculated on what would happen if he were to take me in front of our hotel room window for all on the Grand Canal to see.”You’ve heard of Silvana Beretta?” Robert set down his prosecco.I nodded at the mention of the Italian cinema legend. Who hadn’t?”Well, about ten years ago, she was staying on the floor directly above us. Novitsky was her lover at the time and–“”You’re kidding!” I gushed in disbelief. The rock star must have been half Ms. Beretta’s age. “I’m sorry… please go on.””Word is, one afternoon she had a few too many Gallianos, stripped to her birthday suit right in front of the picture window, bent over and dared her boy-toy to take a ride. He did… and drove in his twelve-inch equipment until those famous Beretta ta-tas were bouncing against the glass. Caused a twenty-gondola pileup on the Canal once someone figured out exactly who was getting shagged in broad daylight.”Our server, who’d been approaching the table with a water pitcher, discreetly backed away with a smirk. I giggled into the napkin. “And all publicity is good publicity?””Not only were the exhibitionists not evicted, but that suite has commanded double its going rate ever since. And now that you know, I suggest you finish your risotto before it gets cold. Then,” with a wink that caused me to glaze the Rigby & Peller French knickers, “we can discuss the possibility of a re-enactment when we get back.”Our whirlwind of sightseeing and lovemaking kept me from overthinking about what was developing between us.Now, in the antiseptic white noise of First Class, the Venetian replay pauses.I love you.If only I hadn’t let those words bleed into our sated silence that first morning, Robert and I made the leap from travel acquaintances to passionate lovers. Was it a reflex? A natural impulse upon floating back to earth after orgasmic fireworks? Couldn’t I have just said, “Thank you”?In my defense, what a ride it had been. Robert had made me come at least four times in the king bed and marble bath of the Palazzi. And in between, he made me laugh, something I treasured after having to tiptoe over the ground glass of Jake’s moods for so Anadolu yakası escort bayan long.Jake! In three years, I’d never said such a thing to him. Love had been his wife’s rightful claim, not mine. And even though Robert’s wife has been gone for five years, I think of it as her claim still.But what’s not to love about Robert? The hostess in the Air Italia lounge couldn’t take her Sophia Loren eyes off him as we sipped Marocchinos and Robert explained how the airport, even before its official opening, was first utilized during the Rome Olympics. He’s attractive, intelligent, engaging and considerate and… well, he could have any woman he wants.What must he think, hearing such foolishness from a waitress he’d met not two weeks before? At the very least, it was a violation of our no-strings-attached principle. We’d agreed to pleasure each other. What did ‘love’ have to do with any of that? Love is what Robert had with Marjorie, not some pickup from a Globe Classified ad.Robert’s advert was for a travel companion, not a lifetime one. When the trip is over, he will send me home and pursue women like Joan, who are far more suitable. It’s something I need to keep in mind, no matter how intense the meltdown of my body and mind when he touches me.Careful not to wake my seatmate, I accept a ginger ale from the flight attendant and ignore the wink and intrusive whiff of Drakkar Noir from one of the Armani suits as he rises for a restroom break.Through the headset, a familiar tune sends my spirits soaring. It’s the very song I’d heard Cassandra Carter perform the night my parents took me to see the Pops. The featured soloist’s lyric of jet-set lovers and their shared appetite for adventure rivets all my senses anew. I drink in the quiet beauty of the teal sea, inhale the soothing freshness of Robert’s Virgin Island Water cologne and shiver in time with each enunciated desire.By the time Ms. Carter’s voice fades like a dream from which I’m trying not to wake, I feel confident that Robert has taken the slipped words in stride and has long dismissed them from his thoughts.We’re here now in this once-in-a-lifetime place, and while it lasts, we will enjoy the experience to the fullest.oOoJan squeals, “Robert, look at the ocean. Look at how blue and how the sun shimmers off the water.”We are landing at Athens International Airport, Eleftherios Venizelos. I reach for her hand and hold it between both of mine. “That’s the Aegean Sea. Do you like swimming and beaches?” I ask.“Robert, if reincarnation were to happen, I’d want to come back as a mermaid.”“After we spend a day in Athens, I’m taking you to visit some of the islands. I dare say you will get some beach and water time.”“How lovely, Robert. I will greatly enjoy the warm waters. I only know the cold waters of the New England coast so far. It will be nice to be able to swim for more than ten minutes before getting hypothermic.”“Well honey, in any case, I will be there to warm you if you get cold.”“Oh, you dirty old man. Do I read your intent correctly?”“It depends on you, you know…”“Does it now?”“If you offer your honor, rest assured, I will gladly honor your offer.”“And will that mean that you will be on ‘er and off ‘er all night long?”“Unless you have other plans, my darling,” he said with a broad smile.Once out of the airport I hail a taxi and in my rusty Greek give him our destination. I sit in the back with Jan curled in the crook of my arm as she looks curiously out of the window.“Robert, where are the ruins and the other antiquities. This looks so different from what I expected. Where are we going?”“We’re off to a house I own in a suburb called Kifisia just outside the city. Tomorrow we will visit the city and the sites in Athens.”I had called ahead and had the house aired and readied for us. When the cab dropped us off, Jan stood there wide-eyed gawking at the elegant villa in front of her. I lead her into the foyer as the cab driver carries our luggage in.“Robert, this place is huge,” Jan blurts as I show her through the house. “There’s even a swimming pool in the garden. Oh, Robert, I would love to do a couple of laps to cool off and stretch my muscles.”“Of course, just get changed into your bathing suit and I will join you in a few minutes.”While Jan is changing, I confer with Staphis, my Greek factotum, who manages my affairs and properties in Greece. I ask him about supper and he informs me that due to the short notice of our arrival he has made reservations at a local restaurant, the Eleas Gi, for us tonight. He also has set up a limo for our tour of Athens tomorrow.I change into my swimming trunks and step out on the veranda to watch Jan gliding through the water. I stare with enchantment at her behind as it sways back and forth with each powerful stroke.I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that she said she loves me. She finally glides to the side of the pool and looks up at me with a smile, “This feels so good are you going to join me?” she asks.“Nah, I just want to stand here looking at you. You look like a mermaid. I love the way the water glistens in your hair and the way your body undulates in the water as you swim.”“Come on, you rampant satyr. Jump in and I’ll show you the pleasures of cavorting with a wannabe mermaid.”As I hit the water, she wraps herself around me and our lips meet in a passionate kiss. I feel her hands wrap themselves around my body as I, in turn, caress her fabulous ass.“Is that for me?” she asks as she grinds her pelvis against my tumescent erection.“All yours,” I answer as I release her breast from her bikini top and greedily suck on her hard nipple.Her moan of delight stirs my blood even further when I suddenly remember that I have asked Staphis to bring out some drinks for us.“Honey, we have to wait till later I don’t want to shock the servants.”The look of disappointment on her face is palpable as she reluctantly disengages from me and stuffs her breast back into the confines of her bikini.I take her hand as she levitates out of the pool and ask Staphis to bring the drinks to the bedroom instead of to the veranda.Once Staphis leaves Escort Kurtköy the bedroom after serving us the cold lemonade and polar seltzer concoction I had requested him to prepare, I turn to Jan, who is sitting on the bed in her bathing suit staring at me. “What’s up bright eyes? Why are you looking at me like that with those bewildered eyes?”“Robert, I just don’t understand what you see in me?“What do you mean by that?””I’m just an ex-waitress of no particular class or merit. I have been a loser all my life and I certainly don’t merit the attention of a man such as yourself.”Now it’s my turn to stare at her in bewilderment and to try to come to grips with my feelings and my thoughts. My emotions were simple. This woman stirs feelings in me I had thought never to experience again. My thoughts were more complicated. Was I doing her an injustice due to our differences in age in getting involved with her?“Jan, I don’t think you realize who or what you are. You have managed to acquire more class in your little finger than do women who have had all the advantages of posh families, education and opportunities. Your mind and soul are a rarity in today’s women. You are loving, caring, and intelligent.Stand up and come here,” I said, getting her to stand in front of the mirror. “Look at yourself. I will try to show you what I see in you on the physical side.”“You have glistening and smiling eyes, which look at the bright side of things. Your lips just beg to be kissed while your face is utter perfection. Those legs are elegant and perfect.”I proceeded to take off her bikini top and free her breasts. “Those small breasts and succulent nipples just beg to be caressed, fondled, pinched and sucked.”Her face turns red as I proceed to match my words with the appropriate actions to emphasis my words. Soon she is writhing in place as I toy with her luscious baubles.Slipping my hand in her bikini bottoms, I proceed to finger her now moist vagina. I gently parted her small nether lips and run my finger first down the sides before slowly inserting a finger into her. She’s dripping with her juices. I take my fingers and bring them to her mouth.“Taste yourself. Your savour and scent are an aphrodisiac to me,” I say, bringing them to my lips after she’s had an opportunity to sample them.“Robert, please take me to bed and make love to me,” she pleads.I lift her in my arms and carry her to the king-sized bed where I proceed to remove her bottoms and place her in the center of the bed.She takes my penis in her hand and guides me into her welcoming pussy as she draws back and spread her knees.I am enveloped by her clinging, moist and velvety folds and am soon sawing in and out of her to the accompaniment of her moans and gasps of pleasure.“Robert, fuck me hard I need this so much.”I place my hands under her hips and cradling her magnificent ass I give her all I have. I bring my fingers to her small rear orifice and am delighted to see that she welcomes the attention as she begs me to finger her there.Soon her moans become more impassioned as she rides closer and closer to her orgasm. I can feel the throb of my penis as I resist coming. I want her to climax before I do. She finally clenches around me more tightly and I feel her warm juice bath my cock. That sets me off and I reciprocate by flooding her with my cum.We lie there side by side panting and gasping for breath. Jan rolls to the side and kisses me passionately.“Thank you, my love, for those kind words and this greatest of all gifts, bringing me such pleasure.”“I should be the one thanking you. This old man has not had to resort to pharmaceutical products to make love to you. Look,” I said, “already ready for more,” I say, indicating my still rampant appendage. “You do that to me.”“Well, I’m glad to be able to arouse you this way.”oOoAfter a brief nap I wake my darling up. “Get up lazy bones. Time to go and eat.”“What time is it?”“Almost nine o’clock.”“That late. Is it not too late?”“Honey, this is Greece, not Boston. They don’t roll up the sidewalks at sunset. People eat at ten o’clock around here.”“Really? Where are we going and what do I wear?”“Just slacks and a top. We are going to a Taverna.”“A tavern?”“No a Taverna. Come, you’ll see.”We entered the Taverna through the kitchen area. In refrigerated counters, I showed her the items that were being offered for the night.“Robert, it all smells and looks scrumptious. However, I don’t recognize most of the dishes. Why don’t you order for us.”“One of the things I love is mezedakia. Those are appetizers. They can be eaten as starters or as a meal. Let me choose my favorites and you can decide which you like.”I place an order for dolmadakia (stuffed vine leaves with lemon), trophies (cheese wrapped and baked in filo dough), spinatopika (the spinach version of tiropites), salicaria (tiny snails in tomato sauce), along with the accompaniment of Greek Salad and olives.We sit outside on the veranda with the smell of Jasmin wafting from the taverna’s garden. Jan’s eyes ogle when the myriad dishes are placed on our table by the waiter. ”All of that? Just for the two of us?”“Yes, but we have to leave room for dessert.”“What’s dessert?”“You actually have a choice. Baklava or each other. I leave it to you to choose.”“The choice is made. I want you.”“Good choice as I will want to savour you to the full also.”“Jan started picking at her food, but after tentatively sampling, she was soon wolfing down everything including the snails which she had initially looked at with disdain.I explained to her our plans for tomorrow to visit the museum and the antiquities before flying to Crete on the late afternoon plane.oOoCompared to the Cypriot Antiquities’ gold and cobalt dazzle, New Acropolis is a minimalist shock of glass-grid and steel-gray concrete concourses inlaid with blocks the color of white chocolate: the Parthenon frieze’s equestrian topography, the Metopes’ combative Satyrs. Now, in the equally monochromatic salon dedicated to the Erechtheion, Robert and I take our longest pause so far.”Gorgeous boobs.” I keep my eyes elevated and tilt sideways so Robert can hear me above Maltepe escort the avian-sharp, multilingual awe ricocheting from all angles.”Good eye, Jan,” Robert concurs. Except his trajectory scopes out a female tourist whose bountiful endowment is Saran-wrapped in a violet tube top. She raises her phone and purses garnet lips for a selfie.”Oh, her too. Very impressive. But I was referring to her,” and I nod toward a statuesque Caryatid whose sculpted breasts project pointedly beneath the folds of her peplos without assistance from Bali. Her arms might be gone and her lips and nose, a mask of erosion, but the girls retain their iced-cupcake appeal. Four other marble maidens join her in stoic stances on the platform.”That’s why you’ll hear it pronounced ‘Erect-theion.’ These ladies not only held up a porch but probably raised male appendages all over Athens.””I’ll take that challenge on a more singular scale.” I insinuate a discreet palm into the warm front pocket of Robert’s jeans, wriggle my fingers, then withdraw and gesture with open-handed innocence. “What’s with the empty spot between those two? And why is the one in back in such a sorry state?” I point to the pathetic headless form pieced together with metal rods and cement. “Even the girding of her gown is missing, poor thing.””The Earl of Elgin, greedy Scot, decided he wanted one for his mansion. Not content with just one, he tried to have the second one taken out, and you’re looking at the result.””What nerve, and what a sacrilege.””Don’t be too tough on the horny lord. There was no such thing as blow-up dolls in 1800.”I bite my lip but continue to study the sculpture. “Please don’t make me laugh, Robert. There’s too much of an echo in here.”“Don’t let that stop you. I like your laugh. Besides, that’s what you get for being a tease.”“Can I help it after last night? And yesterday, in the pool? And the day before…I haven’t felt so…frisky…in the longest time…”Glued to her handheld screen like Narcissus to the pond, Purple Selfie stifles a yawn and struts toward the adjoining room of artifacts, forcing those in her path to fork and reconnect like rapids around a logjam. Her departure gives me a new boldness.“How many times do you suppose the Earl got, um, inspired by his acquisition? Or did he need her to get in the mood for Mrs. Earl?””Countess,” Robert chuckles with affection. “As I recall, his wife at the time didn’t stick around more than a few years. He divorced her after she took a lover.””I think I get the picture. He had a preference for, um, private indulgence?””Sometimes, even an Earl’s got to do what a man’s got to do.”We remain side by side, not touching, appraising the shapely if time-ravaged row.”What would a man do if we were to discuss what the Caryatids might not have worn under those tunics?”“Such a provocative topic for a public place, Ms. Johnson.”“Or if anyone in this room, at this very minute, decided to do the same…?””Shall I take a guess?”My peripheral vision catches Robert’s hand, slowly approaching the pocket I visited. I can feel rather than see his reaction to grasping the tiny ruffle of silk I’d taken off before freshening my lipstick in the powder room.His fingers burn the gauze of my skirt. “I know a spot with a better view. Let’s go.”And when a group of spectators ignoring the no-flash-photography rule gather on the opposite side of the platform and fire their shutters our way, it provides a fitting smokescreen for the distorted lips and fluttering eyelids of my own explosion. The rough wall chafes my shoulder blades as a delicious churning milks my legs of their stability. All the while, Robert’s surreptitious strength both breaks and sustains me until the black-green strobes fade at last.oOoThe flight to Crete is blissfully short but very pleasant. We cover ourselves in a blanket which permits us to play under the noses and blissful ignorance of the other passengers though I suspect the flight attendant is well aware of our actions.No sooner are we covered than I feel Jan’s hand creep to my groin and start to fondle what soon becomes a full-blown erection. Nothing loath, I slide my hand under her pert ass and use my fingers to reciprocate.“Stop it, Robert, you are going to make me cum!”“So what’s wrong with that? You certainly had no objections last night through your multiple orgasms,” I smirked.“There’s a time and a place for everything.”“Yes, and with you it always is the right time and the right place. Especially that warm wet place between your thighs. Have I told you how good you taste, and smell?”“Yes you have you, rampant satyr, I love how you make me feel and what you do to me.”Inopportunely, the flight attendant came on the speaker and requested we straighten our seat backs and return our tray tables to their position. Just in time as if she had not interceded at that moment I would be leaving the plane with a big stain on the front of my trousers.oOoI rent a vehicle at the Heraklion airport and we walk across the parking lot to get the car. The Mercedes SL 350 Coup two-seater barely accommodates the two carry-on bags we have.“Top up or down?” I ask Jan.“Oh, Robert, I’ve never ridden in a convertible! Top-down, if you don’t mind what it will do to my hair.”“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll love you whatever your hair looks like.”The ride from Heraklion over the mountains to Matala is glorious. The air is warm and dry and it is a joy to see Jan just soak up the wind and the sun. As we cross the range of hills that run down the center of Crete, Jan starts sniffing the air.“What’s that smell?” she asks?”“Well, at a guess you are smelling the sea and the desert as well as maybe the Nile River. The south coast of Crete is directly opposite the north coast of Africa.”“Glorious!”“We’ll be there in a few minutes. What comes first lunch, swimming or making love?”“All three at the same time,” she says, leaning over and nuzzling my neck.“That might be difficult,” I say, pulling up to the side of the road where our lips meet in a passionate kiss. As our tongues entwine I bless my stars for having found such a fun and carefree traveling companion.I fondle her firm breast and pinch her delightful tush. “How about the following plan of action? We have lunch just above the hill where there is a place that prepares delicious souvlaki. Check into the hotel and get changed to go for a swim. Then I will satisfy your every erotic fantasy.”“Every one? No matter what they are?”“Everyone, as long as no pain is involved.”
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