Adam and Zoe had spent the first day of their holiday soaking up the Mediterranean sun by the pool. It was the first time she had gone topless on holiday and she had secretly enjoyed some of the clumsily disguised admiring glances from passing men, and perhaps once or twice, women. They had both also enjoyed the sight of so many near naked bodies, a surprising number of which were in good shape.
By the time they got up to their apartment they were both feeling highly aroused, but had to limit themselves to a brief bout of foreplay during their shower to avoid being late for dinner. The restaurant they were going to was about 5 miles outside the resort in a wonderful spot in the mountains. Even better they were sending a complimentary car to pick them up.
Once out of the shower it didn't take them long to get ready. Zoe pulled on a short summer frock that seemed to cling and float in equal measure. If you looked closely enough, which Adam did, you could make out the outline of her breasts and nipples through the material. What it was not possible to tell by looking was that she had absolutely no underwear on.
It was only a short ride to the restaurant but Adam still had time to run his hand up Zoe's thigh and feel the wetness between her legs, while she squeezed at the bulge in his shorts. They were almost sorry when they arrived at their destination, but the location and the restaurant itself did look wonderful.
The moment they got out of the car they were greeted by the owner, a slim fit guy in his early forties. His dark, tanned skin contrasted nicely with his pristine white shirt, which pulled tight across his chest and shoulders. He smiled warmly at them both, shook Adam's hand and kissed Zoe on both cheeks. He let his fingers linger on the bare flesh of Zoe's arm as he pulled back from kissing her, looking directly into her eyes as he did so. In spite of the warmth of the evening she felt a little shiver run up her back.
The owner told them his name was Costa and he would be personally ensuring their satisfaction for the evening. He then showed them to their table, on a quiet balcony with superb views over the mountains. When he returned with the menus he brought with them a glass of chilled sparkling wine each. They exchanged a glance, both of them being well aware of the effect the bubbles and the wine were likely to have on Zoe.
They sipped at their drinks as they considered the menu, all the time playing footsy under the table. As usual after a period of intensively studying the menu Zoe failed to make her mind up and asked Adam to order for her. As well as ordering the food he also ordered a bottle of the sparkling wine, ignoring the quizzical look that Zoe gave him.
By the time the starter arrived she had finished her first glass and was already predictably flirty. Costa was only too happy to live up to the stereotype of Greek waiters and reciprocated her smiles and flashing eyes. He was however careful not to ignore Adam, telling him how lucky he was to have such a lovely wife. An assertion that Adam was only too happy to agree with.
"I have a question for you. A very serious one" said Adam as they tucked in to their food.
"Yes?" Zoe looked a little apprehensive.
"Are you feeling as turned on as I am?"
She grinned "I think I just might be."
"You think it's the sun?"
"And the surroundings - I did notice your eyes wandering round the pool."
"Don't think I was the only one. And I did think you looked very very sexy in just a thong."
"To be honest it did feel quite sexy taking my top off and applying the sun cream with all of those people around us."
Their conversation carried on in this vein as they finished the first course and made inroads into the wine. Zoe was starting to feel a little tipsy, which was doing nothing to diminish her sense of arousal. When Costa came to clear the table the flirting carried on where it had left off before, with Zoe telling him how nicely his white shirt showed off his tanned skin and commenting favourably on the tightness of his trousers.
In spite of himself Adam found he was getting even more turned on watching his wife flirt with this undeniably attractive man. "Do you think he's sexy?" he asked her after Costa had departed with their dirty dishes.
"Maybe" she smiled with a wink "You're not jealous are you?"
"Nope. It's actually quite sexy watching you flirt with him."
"Well I'll have to do it some more when he gets back with the mains. But it will have to wait until I've been to the Ladies."
As she walked past Adam he reached his hand up her dress, stroking the inside of her thigh. For a moment she stood there, her eyes half closed and her breathing increasing in intensity, until reality kicked in and she wandered off to find the toilets. Her route took her through the main restaurant and then down a long corridor. On the return journey Costa was in the corridor walking slowly towards her. As they approached they held each other's gaze, both of them smiling. When they reached each other he made a great show of stepping aside to let her pass, but in reality both of them knew that his back wasn't even close to the wall, let alone pressed up hard against it.
Zoe played the game and turned sideways to squeeze past him. In the course of this elaborate charade he reached down and placed a hand on each of her hips, holding her where she was. In her state of slightly inebriated arousal she made no effort to move away, in spite of that little voice in the back of her head telling her she should. He moved his hands up to her waist, taking the dress with them to expose the very top of her legs to view.
There was something about his gaze and his voice that made him very hard to reproach when he leaned forward to whisper what a sexy lady she was, and how nice she looked in that dress. Her acquiescence emboldened him, and he pulled her tight against his body, so she could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. She gave a little gasp as she felt the evidence of his excitement.
"Maybe after your meal is over I could interest you in some extra special personal service" he whispered into her ear. He made no effort to move his mouth away, allowing her to feel the warm urgency of his breath on her ears, and the brush of his lips on her lobe.
"Err, right, thanks, maybe" she stammered, flushing deeply "but I must get back to Adam."
With that she moved away and set off back to the table, but not before allowing the back of her hand to brush against the bulge in his trousers.
