Due to family reasons, our honeymoon was delayed for 6 months after our wedding, it was such a relief to eventually get on the plane from Manchester UK to Corfu in the Greek Islands. This was in 1977 when I was 23 and hubby, Steve, 24 years old, so quite some time ago.
Our accommodation was in a quite small taverna, which was run by a lovely Canadian lady and her Greek husband. Steve and I were totally tired out on our arrival, so first night was an early night, after the owners had prepared us a very quick meal along with a bottle of the local retsina, which was great.
Next morning we were up and about early for breakfast, which was taken on a spacious patio, including fresh eggs from the chickens which were running around the place. We had quite a long chat with the owners, and before long we were joined, at the next table, by a couple, similar ages to us, who had also arrived the previous evening. The four of us got on really well straight away, but hubby and I were planning to get out and about as soon as possible to go exploring the local town, so made our excuses and left the couple to take their breakfasts.
Hubby and I were out all day, returning about 6pm we went straight to the bar at the taverna, after a few minutes the couple we had met that morning over breakfast showed up, so we had a meal and further drinks with them, the four of us got on really well.
We took dinner with them another couple of times over the next few days, then on the last occasion we went on to the local disco for dancing and, of course, more drinks.
I had a couple of dances with Phil, the second dance being to a slower offering, and he didn't hesitate to get up close and tight, his chest gently rubbing and pressing onto mine, and I already felt my nipples hardening beneath my thin cotton strappy t-shirt.
Phil must have noticed too, stepping back he looked down at my nipples poking at the thin cotton, his face broke out into a big smile, the only comment he made was 'Nice ones!' I thought he was rather cheeky, but that was OK.
After that dance, Phil and I walked back towards our table where Steve and Babara were chatting away together. As Steve looked up and saw us approaching, he too had his eyes fixed on my protruding nipples, 'Well,' he said, 'you two have been having fun'.
Barbara, who was looking rather the worse for wear because of the strong drinks, managed to slur something like 'Oh Phil just loves ladies nipples, surprised he didn't have a grope on them'.
I was a bit surprised about that comment, but let it pass, sat down at the table and finished our drinks. Phil said it was about time that he took Babs back to their apartment, Steve and I had also had another drink by then, it was about 1.30am, so said we would walk back with them.
When we got back to the Taverna, Phil invited us in for a night cap of the local brandy, which seemed like a nice idea. Phil opened the door, Babs hanging onto him as she was about to fall over it seemed, he walked her over to the sofa, plonked her down, inside a few seconds she was pretty much passed out, eyes closed, out for the count it seemed!
Phil went to the kitchen area to get the drinks, Steve and I had got onto the bed, half-sitting, half-laying out. Phil soon returned with the drinks, I was quite surprised when he opted to join Steve and I on the bed instead of using the sofa. Oh well, I thought, maybe he didn't want to disturb Babs at this time.
So Steve and I shuffled further onto the double bed, the two of us laying side by side, me on my right side, Steve facing me, laying on his left side. I was a bit surprised when Phil got laid out right close behind me, as he was apologizing for Babs getting so drunk, he was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
Then totally out of the blue Phil said 'Hey Vicky, how about making those lovely nipples go hard again?' In one way I was a little shocked, on the other hand I felt quite complimented.