Jill and Jeff Flinder were on the fourth night of their honeymoon. Their apartment on the small Greek island of Agistri was perfect, with a large bed, a bathroom that had a corner bath into which two could fit easily, and a shower which had plenty of space. There was a generous balcony which easily held a table and chairs plus a double lounger, and a view out over the blue Aegean, which was just sensational. There were other pleasing features, but for Jill and Jeff, they were the essentials.
For them this honeymoon was a climax in itself. They had met at a friend's wedding just four months earlier. Jeff, a consultant engineer and Jill, ex-model and magazine editor, found, from the first time they'd shared a most passionate kiss, that they each had the same notion, 'This is the one for me'. They had so much in common, a love of film, books and theatre, a delight in walking the countryside, and generous experience of the opposite sex, which illustrated their eager libidos.
They only learned this after early dates, but they knew they were destined to marry, sooner rather than later. They came to that conclusion before any union had taken place. And that was when Jill had come up with the suggestion, which was unbelievable for her, and disappointing for him, at first. Her astonishing idea had been that they avoid having sex until their honeymoon.
Jill could not believe that she would have such an idea. Sex had always been a major factor in her life, and she had rarely ducked the opportunity to take pleasure in the arms of a man she fancied.
Since his first experience at eighteen, Jeff had chased sex avidly, and with considerable success. He was confident that women came on to him easily, so the idea of going some three months in the company of this epitome of womanhood without any sex appalled him.
"Think about it, Jeff," Jill said, so enthusiastic since the idea had taken root. "we go to our honeymoon like two virgins."
Jeff laughed at that. "I'm afraid that genie got out of the bottle a long time ago."
"For me too, but, Jeff, what do we have that two virgins wouldn't?"
"Experience?"
"Exactly," she said, her lovely face alight with the thought of it, "and we are crazy about each other?"
"I hope so. I know I am."
She kissed him warmly, "And I could eat you now. So, don't you see what it will be like? Two frustrated lovers with our experience coming together on our honeymoon. What would that be like?"
"Apocalyptic?"
"Exactly, I'm starting to look forward to it already."
So, for the ensuing weeks, they nursed their longing for each other with a set of rules that Jeff was sure they'd never adhere to. No nudity when they were together. No caresses under clothing. Agreement to break off when the pressure became too much.
"It's so difficult, isn't it?" Jill admitted one night, after they'd had a long kissing session on his sofa, and she had placed a hand on the spot where his penis bulged his pants. "That thing you have down there is something I look forward to." This whole business with Jeff had been so out of the usual pattern in her life. Fancy a guy, find it mutual, and in no time it would be bed.
Jeff was catching his breath, trying to stem the ache from where she had touched, while he had squeezed her breasts, longing to tear her dress open, and feast there, but he settled for his hand drifting over her belly, savouring the swell of her pudenda, and the gentle inlet beyond, only partly accessible, because of her closed thighs. "Can I last another two weeks without bursting?"
But manage they did, and after a fabulous wedding reception they were cheered to their flight by friends and relatives. Hand in hand on the plane, some comfort for Jill who, in spite of taking several flights in her career, had never lost a fear of flying. To keep her mind off it they talked out a new set of rules on the control they would apply to their finally coming together. Everything would be gentle, from Jill donning her see-through negligee, to gentle early kisses, through much caressing to that final moment of Jeff's entry into her, and even then all movement would be loving and caring.
Not quite how it panned out.
The flight got into Athens at midday. The ferry had them on the island by six thirty that evening. A lovely meal with plenty of wine available, but 'not needed' as Jill put it. A porter had delivered their bags up to their apartment, and, meal over, they made their decorous way to the lift, which they shared with four others who were going to the second floor. Between the second and third floors, alone for a moment, they kissed with the gentility they had promised.
Out of the lift, and their apartment door was the first on their right. Before Jeff had the key turned in the lock, Jill had unbuttoned her thin summer dress all the way down, and was out of it and her bra, before Jeff had turned from closing the door. Seeing her near naked, gave him the immediate urge to reach for those jutting breasts that pointed their pink nipples directly at him. But seeing the lascivious look on her face, he unbuckled his belt, and hastily pushed pants and boxer shorts to the floor.
Jill, all heated, and very aware of the moistness between her thighs, stared hungrily as Jeff's massively erect penis poked a purple head from under his shirt. So on fire was she, all she longed to do was take it into her, into whichever orifice would afford them both the most pleasure.
Jeff enjoyed watching her reaction to the appearance of his penis, and he reached out to push her tiny panties down. Jill wriggled her hips to aid that, as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt. Jeff was stunned by the curvaceous body in front of him. He was particularly delighted that she was a natural blonde. Yes, her pubic hair was a shade more corn coloured, but his own pubic hair was darker than the brown hair on his head.
Jill was thrilled by the musculature of Jeff's shoulders and hairless chest. She'd never been fond of hairy-chested men, found them quite a turn off. And Jeff's belly was excitingly flat sloping away from that stomach six pack as it did. Broad thighs leading in to that very inviting penis. It was all too much for patience to survive.
So they stood there, naked at last, each wondering how they had managed to keep such goodies out of each other's sight for so long
"Which rule are we at?" Jill asked breathlessly, giving her whole body a provocative wriggle.
Jeff had few words ready, as he bent, heaved Jill up into his arms, and, marching towards the bedroom, declared, "Damn the rules." Aroused by just being in his arms, Jill turned her eager mouth up to his, as they moved under the arch into the bedroom.
Within seconds they were rolling over the large bed in something close to frenzy. His hands clutched her breasts, her hands reached for his penis, 'like iron', she murmured, his mouth and tongue lingered on her nipples, while his hands groped over her corn coloured pudenda, to nestle between her thighs, while her mouth swooped over his penis, tongue licking avidly, and both revelled in the spark of skin against skin.
All of that in the first fifteen seconds, before, without any more speech, or any clear consensus, Jeff's penis was ploughing up Jill's eager vaginal canal, as he gloried in the wetness, the vibrancy and the pull she was exerting.
Jill had viewed Jeff's penis as being just about average in length, maybe a little longer, but it had been the girth that had surprised and pleased her when she had briefly gripped it. Now, her thighs spread as far as they would go, she was learning just how sumptuous such a girth could be. He was filling her lady completely and the flexing of his hips urged her to respond with her own undulations. Adding to the exquisite sensations, she flexed internal muscles to urge him into her depths. As an orgasm neared, part of her mind was luxuriating in the admission that she had chosen well.
Climax was very much on Jeff's mind as, independent of his own motions, he became more and more aware of Jill's. He was also aware of the nature of her breathing, deep guttural gasps for breath, quickening all the time. She was going over, he could tell. What were the chances of them hitting a high together at their very first attempt? His pulsing scrotum told him it was a possibility.
