A Trip to Greece

Author's note: The pandemic is over, but these letters to my wife continued. This story is a bit of a slow burn. There is lots of steamy sex, but I think the build up is even sexier. This may be fun to read as a couple.

On our last night in Greece we had plans to meet up with our new friends for a late dinner not at the hotel restaurant, but at their cafe.

When we were there the first time, we only had drinks on the patio. They assured us the food was excellent, but it was more casual than the restaurant in the hotel. The last time we had dinner with them you wore the sexiest dress I had ever seen. This time we both dressed like we were going on a date back home.

You had on a shortish skirt and a white button down blouse.

If we were on a date night at home, I would been able to hold the car door open for you and had a very easy time seeing the pale blue undies you were wearing. One thing that was different from a back home look, was that you had maybe one more button undone than our local steakhouse would have warranted.

The undone button wasn't over the top, but if you leaned just the right way, I could see a glimpse of a matching light blue bra. The color looked amazing next to your deeply tanned skin.

When we arrived, Marco was there but was busy trying to get something sorted out with a wine vendor. He pointed to a table near the bar and told us he would be there soon.

"Helen should be here in a about fifteen minutes."

We sat at a table and laughed about not sitting in the middle of a U shaped booth. The bar was so close, the bartender asked us what we would like and set the drinks on the bar. I reached over and picked up your sangria and my CC and water.

This place was much smaller and had more of a pub feeling than a restaurant. We sipped our drinks and talked about how we were excited to get back home.

This vacation had been amazing, but it's always nice to go back to our own bed.

Our drinks were empty when Marco finally made it over. He flashed us a warm smile and apologized for the delay. He wondered aloud where Helen was and asked the bartender for another round.

A waitress appeared and gave us menus. You laughed out loud when you saw sea bass was on the menu.

"I don't think anything could top the fish we had on the beach!"

Marco blushed and said he and Helen hadn't stopped talking about our beach day since we said goodbye at the marina.

Just as he finished his sentence, Helen came into view just outside the cafe. She was by far the most dressed up person in the place, wearing a tight black dress that was off the shoulder and clung to her every curve.

She strolled in and apologized for being so late.

"There was a problem at the other restaurant with one of the hostesses. I had to fill in for a couple of hours."

The hostess job perhaps explained her dress a little bit, but I suspected she remembered how your dress attracted so much attention from her husband at our last dinner and wanted to wow him, and maybe me a little.

When she arrived at the table, Marco looked her up and down, then let out "Mamma Mia!"

"I didn't know what Sheila would be wearing tonight, but I wasn't going to be outdone twice in one week!"

She sat down next to Marco and took a sip of his sangria.

"Sometimes the restaurant business is more trouble than it's worth!"

I told her about my years working in bars and agreed.

Marco said something about getting me behind the bar tonight and you chuckled.

Our conversation was more like the ride on the boat than when we were in the water - which was fine with everyone. I am not sure our water level of excitement could be sustained for very long. You and I were still in Greece, but had a going home mindset.

We ordered drinks and again Marco asked us what we felt like eating and disappeared into the kitchen.

Helen joked about the sea bass as well. The three of us laughed and made a toast to the hidden beach.

The cafe was about half full with locals, none of whom could hide their glances at you and Helen. The clientele was mostly older couples having a late snack. I didn't get the impression too many beautiful women dressed like the two of you dined here frequently.

Marco appeared with a plate of snacky things and ducked back into the kitchen. You took a piece of cheese and asked Helen which restaurant she preferred.

"We started with this one, so it will always be special, but the one in the hotel is in much better shape."

I remarked that the bar looked great and had tons of character. She agreed and said that the bar was already here when they bought it.

"I'm sure that bar could tell all kinds of stories!"

I laughed and said that most of them could.

Marco came back with our meals and all of us were amazed. From the very brief descriptions we gave, he prepared exactly what we were thinking. You had beef on skewers over rice with tomatoes smothered in olive oil. My steak was huge and Helen's fish looked fantastic. He placed a plate of calamari in front of himself and gave us a heavily accented "Bon Appetit!"

As we ate and drank, any awkwardness melted away and we were back to where we were on the first night. You and Marco resumed your flirting and Helen joked that you two should get a room.

We were sitting next to our spouses this time so there wasn't as much tasting of people's meals, but when Marco told you try his calamari, you reached your arm across the table to spear some with your fork. At the beginning of the evening, I had to crane my neck to get a glimpse of your bra, but now I had quite a bit more to see. Did you undo another button without me noticing?

By the time we finished our meal (and another bottle of wine), almost everyone else had cleared out. There were three men sitting at a table having drinks, but I got the impression they would be there until Marco threw them out.

The staff began to make their way out of the kitchen, untying aprons and obviously ready for an after work drink. There were two waitresses and three cooks circling the bar.

Marco turned to me and told me my shift was starting

"Alexander, why don't you come around to this side of the bar and let my friend get YOU a drink."

I looked over at you, and shrugged my shoulders.

"This is like having to do dishes if you can't pay your bill."

After I made it behind the bar, I saw that it was set up very similarly to most of the bars I worked when I was younger.

The staff were all laughing as I tried to figure out exactly where everything was, but it didn't take long until everyone had a drink. Whether it was exactly the way they wanted was another question.

Some things are like riding a bike, and evidently bartending is one of them. I was prowling behind the bar looking for a shaker. I found one, I twirled it around a tossed a few ice cubes in the air and caught at least one of them in the shaker behind my back.

It took a few minutes, but soon I had everyone on my side. Everyone except the old men at the table. I think they were talking about Greek politics and didn't have time for the showy American in "their " cafe.

I lined up nine shot glasses on the bar and filled them with a little old timey flair by pouring them from a shaker and pint glass lifted high above. Like Helen had seen Marco prepare sea bass before, you weren't nearly as impressed as the others.

Everyone picked up their glass and, without any fanfare, drank the shot. I discretely picked up yours and tossed it back saving you from more ouzo.

It was obvious that one of the cooks and a waitress were a couple. They kissed after their shot and let out a "woo hoo!" The other staff finished their drink and said goodnight.

"Let's have another!" Marco yelled.

It was beginning to feel like a lock-in from the old days. I found the stereo, put on some Prince and turned it up. That was enough for the old men. They stood up grumbling something about "fucking Americans" and shuffled off.

When Marco locked the door behind them, I was already making more drinks. By the time the shaker was filled with some fruity, easy to drink shot that I made up along the way, everyone was up and dancing.

The whole thing was like going back in a time machine. You and Marco were dancing in front of me and he didn't look like an idiot. For a Greek guy, he could move to some Minneapolis funk!

There was no longer a question about your button, as your shirt was almost totally open now. Helen was dancing with one of the cooks and the couple was grinding into each other.

If we were going in the time machine, why not go all the way? I hopped on top of the bar and started to pour the shots from above my head.

Helen squealed with delight.

"This is a story this bar can tell! The night the handsome American got up and poured drinks from the sky!"

My ego immediately swelled because she called me handsome.

These shots were drunk with a little more fun and a few spills. You even reached over and took one with a wink.

The Dearly Beloved part of "Let's go crazy" started and I reached my hand down to you. Without hesitating, you took it and let me pull you up onto the bar. I got quite a bit more an eyeful of your undies that I would normally get just closing the car door.

By the time you were all the way up, the music had kicked in and you started dancing with abandon.

Marco was on the bar in an instant. The two of you were swaying as I stretched my arm over to Helen. She wasn't as eager as her husband, but took my hand. In pulling her onto the bar, her dress opened and I could see that she opted to go commando for the night.

We both froze for a split second as we realized what was happening. She gave me a wink and climbed up. The music was very loud and everyone was singing along, so nobody heard when she whispered in my ear.

"Marco got to see Sheila's, so it's only fair."

I put my arm around her waist and tried not to expose myself as a terrible dancer.

While everyone sang and danced, I couldn't help but think about what Helen just said. Was she talking about the binoculars, or had I missed something when we were swimming.

The music seamlessly transitioned to "1999" and nobody showed any signs of getting down. The bar was a good size, but it was a little perilous for two people to stand one in front of the other.

Marco saw Helen up on the bar and wanted to get closer. He took you by the hips to slide behind you. I watched as you pushed your ass into him as he made his way by. When he felt you, he stopped and made a couple of side to side moves with his hips.

Your face was flushed and I could see that you were no longer thinking about our long flight home. He reached down and put his hand on the back of your thigh and brought it up slowly.

I didn't want Helen to get jealous, so I turned her facing away from the two of you. She bent at her knees and dropped low to the bar. When she stood back up, she led with her very large ass. Her dress was tight around her bum and from this vantage, all of it was on display. She worked her way up my legs and swayed back and forth when her butt reached my crotch.

Things were getting carried away again, none of us even noticed the staff had let themselves out.

I turned around and saw Marco behind you. One of his hands was around your waist. You were arching your back, pressing your chest out as far as it would go. His other hand was squeezing your breast through the blue lace.

You pushed your ass into him and gave me the same look as in the hot tub in Alberta. I kind of froze until I felt Helen's hands around my waist. She turned me to face her and repeated her dropping down move. This time when she came back up, she led with her very large breasts. When they rubbed against my crotch, she smiled at my obvious erection and said "Glad to see you are paying attention."

The four of us "danced" on the bar until the song ended. Earlier you had said this wasn't going to turn into an Alberta hot tub situation, but it was sure starting to get close.

I hopped down from the bar and walked over until I was directly in front of you. Marco's hand slowly moved down your breast and to your side.

I was looking you in the eye from three feet below and heard Helen get down on the other side of the bar. In what could have been described as a handoff, Marco put his hands on your hips, brought them up over your breasts and lowered you down to me. You sat on the edge of the bar, opened your legs wide and I stepped between them.

We kissed passionately as you ran your hands up my back. The music was still loud, but we heard the clomp of Marco hopping down.

He walked over to the table where Helen was sitting with her dress hiked up. We had turned it up to eleven again, but this time, it looked like no one was going to wait to get home.

We kissed for a minute, then I surprised you by grabbing your shirt and ripping off the last two remaining buttons. I kissed the top of your breasts just above the bra which I quickly unhooked. Everyone in the place had already seen you topless, but not like this. You leaned back on the bar, I pushed your breasts together and planted kisses all over them.

You knew Marco and Helen were five feet from us but didn't care. My shirt came off and you began pressing into my crotch. I brought my hand between your thighs and could feel your undies were soaked through.

You let out a low moan when the palm of my hand pressed against your mound. I was so incredibly turned on I couldn't keep my hands in one place for very long. There were too many places on your body I wanted to touch. My hands moved from your ass, to your breasts, to your thighs and back again.

We were lost in our own little lustful world, but if we turned our heads, we would have seen Marco and Helen in their own world.

You did my favorite thing of running your fingers through my hair and pushing my head down. I could taste you through your wet undies. I pulled them aside and licked you from one end to the other. You were slick and I could feel you pushing into my mouth.

With me between your legs, you looked over and saw Hellen kneeling in front of Marco. His pants were gone and she had him in her mouth. He reached down and pushed her dress over her breasts. You were feeling me and watching him.

Helen's back was to you and Marco was alternating between looking down at her, and across to you. He locked eyes with you as he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. Hellen began working in a slow deliberate pace while he ran his fingers through her hair.

You watched her, and with your hips, tried to match the rhythm of what I was doing with hers. You and Marco held eye contact for what seemed like an excruciatingly long time. When you started to feel the waves, you leaned back, clamped your thighs tight around my head and orgasmed looking at him.

Your body went limp and you laid back on the bar in a heap. With my head freed from your thighs, I stood up and proudly looked down at my handiwork. When I glanced over and saw Marco looking at you, I realized that it was a team effort.

I had been concentrating on you and hadn't seen the show Helen was putting on. She was crouched on her haunches with her hands working in unison. When Marco saw me watching, he reached down and pulled her dress up slowly. Like a water balloon reaching maximum capacity, the hem of her dress finally reached the widest part of her and gave way letting her very generous ass spill out.

When she felt the air touch her bare skin, she let out a muffled moan. I watched as she stood up and turned to face us. Marco was behind her with his hands running along her upper thighs. He brushed against her with his thumbs, causing her to shudder. She pushed herself back into him and brought her hands to her breasts. While looking me in the eye, she cupped and squeezed them together for me.

You wrapped your ankles around my waist and pulled me to you. I stood naked between your thighs and watched in amazement as you took my penis in your hand and moved it along your lips. Were we really going to have sex in a Greek bar two feet from our hosts?

The answer came quickly as you slid my head in and moaned loudly. I moved up and down a few times and there was no resistance when I plunged all the way in causing another loud moan.

Even over the load music, your excited sounds cut through the air into everyone's ears and escalated the scene. Your breasts swayed with every stroke and I looked over to see both Marco and Helen staring in awe.

What started out as slow and deliberate, was rapidly gaining pace as we were becoming lost in the moment. You were panting and clawing at my back when you glanced over my shoulder and saw that it wasn't just us having sex.

While Marco may have been in better shape than I, he was probably five inches shorter. Sex while standing in front of the bar was not a possibility, so he had lowered Helen back on the table and was between her legs looking right at you.

You sat up and put your head over my shoulder. I was still inside you and the sensation was incredible. Right behind us Helen was laid out on the table. She was on her back and her enormous breasts were now heaving as Marco thrusted.

You had never seen anyone have sex so close to you and it turned you on to hear them moaning and speaking in Greek to each other. Neither of us understood, but I think that made it more exciting.

We kissed passionately for a few seconds and you wriggled my penis out of you. With me in your hand, you stroked and looked me in the eye.

"Should we get down?"

Like before, I didn't have to wait for an answer. You hopped down between my legs and led me by the penis over to the table. You looked like a sex zombie as we got closer to them. Your eyes were glassy and you had one goal in mind.

You let go of me when we reached the table, seemed to deposit me near Helen and made your way behind Marco.

He was still inside his wife when you reached your arms around his chest.

When Helen saw your hands roaming over her husband's chest, she moaned loudly and turned to face me. She reached out, grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts.

Marco never stopped his thrusting and her nipples passed through my fingers as he buried himself deep inside her. More moans escaped as I began to knead her flesh. He began to increase his pace and with every stroke, she was being pleasured at both ends of her body.

When Marco reached down and began to use his fingers, Helen started to thrash on the table. She turned to see my erection bobbing next to her, pushed deeply into her husband and started to orgasm. I squeezed hard into her breasts as she screamed like a Greek banshee.

Marco stopped moving but remained inside. Helen laid there for a moment panting. After a few seconds, she reached out, took me in her hand and started to stroke.

The only thing I could think about was you talking to me in the shower after the beach. If you wanted to watch me with another woman, you were now getting the chance. You didn't have long to react as Helen turned on her side and took me in her mouth.

The sight made you crazy with desire. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. You were mesmerized watching her lips wrap around me.

When Helen turned her attention to me, she became separated from Marco, whose penis was now free. While still behind him, you traced down his abs, and for the first time, finally touched him. He leaned back into you while you stroked him, and the two of you watched as Helen took me deeper into her mouth.

I looked over at the two of you, watched as you pulled on Marco and looked back down at the gorgeous woman in front of me. How was this happening?

Not content to only feel your hands, Marco turned to face you and kissed you on the nape of the neck. Looking over your shoulder, he took in the sight of his fingers pressing into the flesh of your perfect ass. You didn't have to crane your neck as you looked at him and kissed his lips. Your hand continued to work his very slick feeling erection when you felt him reach between your thighs.