felt a new
wave of life rushing through me. I was happy, at last. The only
thing missing in my life was Sharon. I wanted to live in Greece
with her, enjoy the sun, the wine and food. And to love her.
Perhaps one day... Time would tell.
Mooring the
boat, we walked the short distance up a winding track to my uncle's
villa. My hand held to my mouth, my stomach somersaulted as we
approached two wrought iron gates. Following the sweep of drive, I
was stunned as a huge white building came into view. The place was
truly amazing. Surrounded by a garden full of orange and lemon
trees with a massive wall surrounding the grounds, the villa was a
palace. I felt that I was in heaven.
As he carried
my case into the marble-floored hall, he mentioned that he lived
alone. There was a cleaning woman who came a couple of times a
week, and friends often visited. But I thought it odd that he
should live alone in such a lovely villa on a small island.
Apparently, his friends owned boats. Island hoping seemed to be the
in thing. A party here, a barbeque there... An idyllic lifestyle
far removed from the hustle and bustle of England's rainy towns and
fume-stenching cities.
Leaving me to
unpack in what was to be my room for two weeks, he asked me to join
him for a drink by the swimming pool when I was ready. As he went
downstairs, I looked around the beautiful room. A huge double bed,
potted plants, pine furniture... With a balcony overlooking the
pool, I thought I'd found paradise. Again longing for Sharon to
arrive, I unpacked my clothes and decided to take a shower after my
long journey. I knew that she'd be stunned as I slipped out of my
clothes and walked into the luxury en suite bathroom. This really
was heaven on earth. And Sharon was an angel from heaven on
earth.
Leaving the
shower, I looked about my room and frowned. The clothes I'd left on
the bed had gone. I thought the heat was affecting me, blurring my
mind. I was sure that I'd left my bikini on the bed, and a towel.
My suitcase had gone, there was nothing in the wardrobe, and
nothing to dry myself with let alone cover my naked body. Standing
at the end of the bed, a million thoughts raced through my mind.
Had I got the wrong room? Had my uncle taken my clothes to another
room? Catching sight of the firm roundness of my breasts in the
full-length mirror, I was desperate to cover my nakedness.
Creeping out
onto the huge landing, I was going to check the other rooms but the
doors were locked. I thought I must be going mad as I returned to
my room. The was no quilt on the bed, no curtains, nothing to veil
my nudity. I thought of calling down to my uncle and asking him for
a towel, but didn't want him to come up and find me naked. Pacing
the floor, I didn't know what to do.
I sat on the
bed for what seemed like ages. I felt silly. I should have called
out, but my shyness wouldn't let me. All I had to do was hide
behind the door and call for a towel. Wishing that Sharon had come
with me, I paced the floor again. I couldn't stay in my room
forever, and finally decided to creep downstairs and find something
to cover myself with. I was sure that my uncle must have moved my
things to another room. It was all quite innocent. He'd apologize
and explain that he'd put me in the wrong room. Maybe the cleaning
lady had come in and moved my things.
I felt
extremely vulnerable as I tentatively descended the stairs. In my
nakedness, I was acutely aware of the gentle curves of my body. My
sparse blonde pubic hair did little to conceal the rise of my pussy
lips, my vaginal slit. This wasn't how I'd expected my holiday to
begin. What with Sharon unable to get a flight, and now my having
to search the villa for something to wear... I felt uneasy, verging
on frightened. Was intuition telling me something? A towel, a
sheet, anything would have done to veil my body.
Reaching the
ground floor, I listened for movements but heard nothing. Hoping
that my uncle wouldn't see me, I wandered into a large lounge.
wave of life rushing through me. I was happy, at last. The only
thing missing in my life was Sharon. I wanted to live in Greece
with her, enjoy the sun, the wine and food. And to love her.
Perhaps one day... Time would tell.
Mooring the
boat, we walked the short distance up a winding track to my uncle's
villa. My hand held to my mouth, my stomach somersaulted as we
approached two wrought iron gates. Following the sweep of drive, I
was stunned as a huge white building came into view. The place was
truly amazing. Surrounded by a garden full of orange and lemon
trees with a massive wall surrounding the grounds, the villa was a
palace. I felt that I was in heaven.
As he carried
my case into the marble-floored hall, he mentioned that he lived
alone. There was a cleaning woman who came a couple of times a
week, and friends often visited. But I thought it odd that he
should live alone in such a lovely villa on a small island.
Apparently, his friends owned boats. Island hoping seemed to be the
in thing. A party here, a barbeque there... An idyllic lifestyle
far removed from the hustle and bustle of England's rainy towns and
fume-stenching cities.
Leaving me to
unpack in what was to be my room for two weeks, he asked me to join
him for a drink by the swimming pool when I was ready. As he went
downstairs, I looked around the beautiful room. A huge double bed,
potted plants, pine furniture... With a balcony overlooking the
pool, I thought I'd found paradise. Again longing for Sharon to
arrive, I unpacked my clothes and decided to take a shower after my
long journey. I knew that she'd be stunned as I slipped out of my
clothes and walked into the luxury en suite bathroom. This really
was heaven on earth. And Sharon was an angel from heaven on
earth.
Leaving the
shower, I looked about my room and frowned. The clothes I'd left on
the bed had gone. I thought the heat was affecting me, blurring my
mind. I was sure that I'd left my bikini on the bed, and a towel.
My suitcase had gone, there was nothing in the wardrobe, and
nothing to dry myself with let alone cover my naked body. Standing
at the end of the bed, a million thoughts raced through my mind.
Had I got the wrong room? Had my uncle taken my clothes to another
room? Catching sight of the firm roundness of my breasts in the
full-length mirror, I was desperate to cover my nakedness.
Creeping out
onto the huge landing, I was going to check the other rooms but the
doors were locked. I thought I must be going mad as I returned to
my room. The was no quilt on the bed, no curtains, nothing to veil
my nudity. I thought of calling down to my uncle and asking him for
a towel, but didn't want him to come up and find me naked. Pacing
the floor, I didn't know what to do.
I sat on the
bed for what seemed like ages. I felt silly. I should have called
out, but my shyness wouldn't let me. All I had to do was hide
behind the door and call for a towel. Wishing that Sharon had come
with me, I paced the floor again. I couldn't stay in my room
forever, and finally decided to creep downstairs and find something
to cover myself with. I was sure that my uncle must have moved my
things to another room. It was all quite innocent. He'd apologize
and explain that he'd put me in the wrong room. Maybe the cleaning
lady had come in and moved my things.
I felt
extremely vulnerable as I tentatively descended the stairs. In my
nakedness, I was acutely aware of the gentle curves of my body. My
sparse blonde pubic hair did little to conceal the rise of my pussy
lips, my vaginal slit. This wasn't how I'd expected my holiday to
begin. What with Sharon unable to get a flight, and now my having
to search the villa for something to wear... I felt uneasy, verging
on frightened. Was intuition telling me something? A towel, a
sheet, anything would have done to veil my body.
Reaching the
ground floor, I listened for movements but heard nothing. Hoping
that my uncle wouldn't see me, I wandered into a large lounge.
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