Kelly was beginning to think she wouldn't get through the rest of the week without becoming annoyed with her boyfriend. Here she was halfway through her first vacation in Greece, starting to ask herself if the island Mark had chosen was in reality a little boring.
For years she had imagined that an exciting Greek vacation would include a whole lot of sun, beach activities like paragliding, and lots of nightlife. So that was what she thought she was signing up to when, one winter's night, Mark suggested two weeks in Greece, including a week on a Greek island.
But, despite a good start, the last two days had fallen short of her imagination.
To be fair to Mark, Kelly actually considered the island of Folegandros to be a cute little place. Set high up on cliffs, with views to die for, the town of Chora was a rabbit warren of gorgeous whitewashed houses all with blue windows. Some of the houses also had small chapels each topped with a blue dome roof.
But, on the other side of the coin, Kelly now knew that Chora was really the only town on the island, and one with no nightlife to speak of.
For instance, on the two nights they had spent on the island, they had eaten well in two of the small tavernas that dotted the town. But dinner could only be followed by a drink or two in the central square watching the world, or at least the handful of people who lived or visited Folegandros, go by.
Unlike Kelly, Mark seemed oblivious to the absence of nightlife, increasingly preoccupied by the World Cup football on the big screen in the central square, even though it hadn't yet involved England.
So, lying in bed on her second night on Folegandros, Kelly began to fear that she had already seen most of what there was to see on the island. Granted there were a couple of beaches with guidebook recommendations still to be explored, but Mark's earlier idea of hiking was out of the question as she had, on arrival, decided that the barren landscape was more suitable for goats.
Despite her doubts about keeping themselves entertained for the rest of the week, Kelly had in fact loved her vacation so far, particularly their days in Athens, and was looking forward to the next day at the beach.
But after that she wondered with growing sense of unease, what does Mark think will happen after that. Kelly recognized that her frustrations were amplified by Mark drinking too much while he watched the football earlier in the evening and, as a consequence, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
If Mark didn't have the best judgement when choosing Greek islands, she reasoned, he could at least try to make up for it by making love to her every day, preferably more than once.
Perhaps because she had missed out on sex, Kelly hadn't been able to shake the feeling that had grown ever since they docked at Folegandros, namely that she had an itch that now badly needed scratching. So inevitably, despite knowing Mark was sleeping next to her, Kelly couldn't prevent her fingers drifting down her naked body and grazing her pussy lips.
And as her fingers lightly then ran over her clit, Kelly welcomed what was a familiar touch, knowing she could pinpoint exactly when over the last winter masturbation became a more frequent pass time.
It was the day Mark had told her he had booked their Greek vacation in Athens and Folegandros. Kelly's woke in the middle of the night dreaming she was naked outside, totally exposed to the male gaze. And she felt really hot like she had a fever. But there was no physical virus, her body temperature seemed to reflect the fact that her pussy was damp, well more like sopping to be truthful.
And for the first time her pussy felt really needy, a feeling she subsequently came to think of as the itch. The itch in her pussy seemed to demand immediate attention from her fingers, as she just had to release an orgasm from the shackles of the itch.
When Mark was in her bed and awake he was perfectly good at dealing with her needs. But increasing since that first night she found herself needing to deal with her needy pussy by taking matters into her own hands, or more accurately the fingers of her right hand.
Though now very talented at getting herself off without disturbing Mark, being forced to improve her skills at masturbation was, in Kelly's mind, definitely second best to an actual boy doing the business.
But that night Mark was asleep and her itch seemed stronger than usual. So, spreading her legs just a little more, she scooped some moisture from her pussy and, this time more firmly, ran her now damp fingers over her clit.
Although her body had to be still when she got herself off, Kelly's mind was free to wander. And over the previous winter her mind had wandered into fresh pastures so to speak, namely daydreams which, she soon discovered, made her orgasms all the more intense.
Not that her daydreams were in any way outrageous. Kelly had, when masturbating, replayed and enhanced her initial dream about hot guys, both looking at them and having them look at her. And the idea of guys appreciating her slim body, peach shaped butt, c-cup breasts and longish brunette hair, resulted in very satisfying orgasms.
But, during the spring, a thought unexpected popped into Kelly's mind. She could, if she wanted to, actually bring a little reality to her daydreams. So, acting on that idea, she purchased dresses that were a little shorter, tops that were lower cut and under wear that was a little sexier.
The results were amazing, Mark noticed and was more loving. But, more surprisingly to Kelly, the gaze of other males was now more frequent and lingered longer. And, even better, when she subsequently masturbated in bed recalling real boys looking at her with unabashed desire, well the intensity of her orgasms went up another notch.
As spring turned into summer, out of nowhere, another idea had popped into Kelly's mind. She thought she might imagine more than just extra glances and gazes. Her daydreams became fantasies and she started picturing herself, or preferably Mark, taking control and actually being more adventurous in their sex life. Ideas like having sex outside the bedroom, such as on a beach or in a club had, for instance, become a major turn on for Kelly.
And that night as her damp fingers continued to caress her clit, she shivered in anticipation as she recalled what she had packed in her luggage. A new bikini, the skimpiest she had ever purchased, would be unveiled tomorrow.
When she had tried on the mail order bikini at home, she loved how she looked in it. And over the previous two weeks when she had imagined the reaction of guys, including Mark, when they actually saw her barely concealed body, she felt an intense buzz of excitement. A buzz that surpassed the excitement from the spring unveiling of shorter skirts and lower cut tops.
Tomorrow, therefore, was a day she had been looking forward to, the day when she would actually unveil the bikini for real boys. Just thinking that it was really about to happen caused her to shiver in anticipation. A shiver that foreshadowed the bigger buzz she expected from the reality of being seen in her skimpy bikini.
And the idea that a stronger buzz awaited her tomorrow definitely strengthened the speed and intensity of her approaching orgasm.
It didn't take long for her thoughts about hot guys looking at her hot bikini and her active fingers to drive, accompanied by a suppressed sigh, an orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pleasure.
That, she thought, as her strong orgasm faded away in a series of delightful aftershocks, that was something else.
The next morning Kelly and Mark both woke contented from a solid night's sleep. Recognizing, as she got ready, that the previous night's orgasm was the most powerful she had given herself, meant that Kelly was already very pleased with the new bikini that she left the apartment wearing.
