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by suicide_eagle_rath » Tue Nov 14, 2006 9:56 pm
Hi to all .. thanks to Skittles1983, kittens, touched by an alien, orphyfets, carter13, Dreamer-laure, BehrObsession, madroswellfan, roswell3053 for all the feedback .. .. okay this story originally set at 3 parts has become pregnant and given birth to three new sections .. lol I hope no one minds the length has increased.. next I promise hot sex..... s_e_r
<center>The Temptation of Greece
Part 3 of ?</center>
Liz quickly turned her head as she finished registering and headed for her room. Her heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. She could not believe what she had seen, not one but two of them. She slumped down in a chair, her mind racing, remembering the vibrant sex scenes from her dreams, she could run her hands over the body of her lover, smell his scent, taste his skin. It was so real to her and now he was down stairs, in stereo.
It had to be a strange, odd coincidence, these men did not know her; how could they know what her dreams entailed. Liz laughed at herself, how silly she was. This was the beginning of her vacation, her first step into becoming a full woman; simply seeing a replica of a dream fantasy was a good sign. This week was going to be filled with a variety of sensual delights and she was ready to taste them all.
Liz rose and stretched, the plane ride was exhausting; she needed a change of clothing and a shower. She quickly unpacked her bags, singing a nonsense song as she went. Stepping in to the bathroom, she ran the water to adjust the temperature, as she stepped out of her clothes and into the rainfall of water. The water felt soft upon her skin as she soaped up her body, well toned for her age. The smell of jasmine and vanilla refreshed her senses, made her feel feminine, ready to face her new destiny, ready for love.
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Liz patted herself dry after the shower and donned her new bikini, that showed off a pierced belly, the result of way to much drink after a museum outing. The other women in her group, much younger females, dared each other to do it, they even dared Liz to, or was she to old for such experiences, they reasoned and laughed in their drunken state. All were surprised when she took got the piercing, small silver stud with a heart-shaped ruby stone, her birthstone. The jewel sat perfectly inside her belly button, framed by the creamy white flesh deepening the redness of the ruby.
Grabbing her beach essential, Liz strolled out of the hotel and down to the white sand beach. She brought a book to read, a relaxing way to end the stressful day of planes and dreams. She located a spot not far from the group of German women she had seen earlier in the lobby. Liz were surprised they were topless, seemingly unaware of their exposed state to all the men walking passed, who glanced but did not pounce on an opportunity as she would had expected.
Liz opened a bottle of sun block as she began smooth it on her city white skin, using long sensual strokes as she looked out to the sea, the sea of legends of the Odyssey, of the Argonauts, of Poseidon; the Aegean.
She lay back enjoying the sun’s rays as she read her book, a trashy romance she could not help but picking up. The book was called simply Barbarian part of a series all with virile men on front, partially clothed, with bulging biceps, strong arms, long hair and luscious lips. The whole purpose of these books was to fulfill a woman’s sexual fantasy and the story was just that, a sex filled romp through a barbarian’s harem.
Time slipped quickly by as she read of the sexual appetite and prowess of the barbarians with women. The sun took its tool on her as she began to feel overheated and decided to cool off in the surf. As she entered the water, she could feel her skin cool down immediately. She walked along the edge of the water venturing finally to a waist depth, there she stood and enjoyed the feeling of the waves against her legs, rushing back and forth, giving them a gentle relaxing massage.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the exotic feel of the water, where sea nymphs played and sirens sang. It was then that she felt a bump against her leg as she shrieked and ran out of the water fearing she had encountered a shark. Se hit the sand, falling onto her knees as she gasped for breath her heart racing. She looked back, expecting to see Jaws come upon land after her. Instead, what she saw was a Greek god emerging from the foamy sea.
As he brought himself up to his full height, he tossed the water laden hair from his face and he wiped his hands across his eyes. It was then he spotted her as he smiled, a brilliant white smile, a smile she had seen before. It was her dream lover.
“I am sorry did I hurt you?” he asked as he took a couple of steps towards her.
“No, I am okay. Just a little startled, I thought you were a shark.” Liz stammered, hearing his voice was oddly strange; it was the same voice in her mind, in her dreams.
“A shark?” He laughed at that remark, “No I am not shark, but a hunter.”
“A hunter?” she questioned keeping her eyes on him, fearful he would vanish in the sun’s rays like so many times before.
“Yes a hunter of love.” He flashed another smile, one full of secrets. “I am looking for a special shell, usually found close to the shore. The same shell that Aphrodite is represented to have stood upon as she was created.”
“Oh I see.” Liz had seen the painting of Botticelli, the shell that brought forth the goddess to Cyprus. She had not known there was a shell named for her, a shell famous to this island.
“Would you like to help me look? It is said the owner of such a shell will find true happiness, true love.” He held out his hand for her.
She could not help but stare at him, her thoughts turned daring and erotic as she watch the water slowly dropped one by one from his nipples to the ground below; she ached to drink in those drops, circling his firm chest with her tongue.
“Do you swim?” His voice broke her concentration.”
“Yes,”
“Come then it is just a short distance to the bottom and all you do is feel around in the sand.” He held out his hand to her. “It is safe nothing will hurt you.”
Liz smiled, she knew she had to be blushing, but her mind could not keep a descent thought. They were all erotic in nature, spurred on by memories of dreams. When he spoke of feeling, she could not help but think of several things right at that moment she wanted to feel, unfortunately a shell was not one of them.
“Okay, sure it sounds like fun.” She took his hand; his grasp was firm, as she followed him into the sea, descending like merpeople to explore the Atlantaean realm.
She took a deep breath as she heard the ocean close overhead, the rush of water hit her ears. The sea floor was sandy, soft as she felt around but finding nothing. Short for air, they both came up together, as they broke the surface, Liz could not help but laugh. It was silly but looking for this shell was fun.
“Dive again, this time maybe you will find one.”
Liz dove back under again, this time she hit the bottom fast, her hand landing right on a shell and her eyes right at his crotch. She was shocked to see his manhood outline very well in the skimpy trunks, she swore she could even see the vein throb as she reached out so tempted to touch. Finally, she could stand it no more and shot out of the water like a sub coming up from a deep dive.
Liz knew her cheeks and chest had to be flushed for her mind was still focus on that member, even at rest, it was of a good size. She hoped the lack of oxygen you be a good cover story as she was slightly embarrassed.
“Did you find one?” He asked in such a manner she wondered if he knew what she was looking at. He pointed then to her hands.
Liz down into her hands where she saw the most exquisite shell, pearl with pink luster.
“You did you found the Venus shell. You do what that means right?” He smirked a smile, as his eyes glanced past her shoulder down the beach.
“No I am afraid I do not.” Liz was perplexed, what had she done.
“It means you must have dinner with us, now there on the patio.”
“I am not even dressed.”
“No need to, it is informal, you come off the beach as you are and eat. We insist.”
“We?’
“Yes we,” a voice from behind her spoke softly.
Liz turned around to see double, the twin. He wore swimming trunks like his brother but had a white linen shirt covering up his chest, much to the displeasure of Liz, who did enjoy looking at pectoral muscles.
“Hi there, Zanon, is my name.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes as he looked her up and down much pleased with what he saw. “Zan for short.”
“My name is Liz.” She offered then realized she did not know the name of the one she had been diving with. She turned to him, “and you are?”
“Maximos, please call me Max.”
“Identical twins, in every detail.” She asked coyly, with a hint of sexual suggestion
“Yep in every detail, we are identical.” answered Max and Zan together.
“So how do I tell you apart?”
“That is easy without our shirts, with a little harder.”
“Without your shirts huh?” Liz smiled at that thought. "So what is the mystery?”
“Zan has a tattoo down his back, an ancient prayer for virility.”
“So Zan why do you need prayer for virility?” Liz almost came at the thought of that mass of hard muscle need more virility than he already had to have possess.
“It is part of the old ways, our mother is from the old school and is superstitious, it is said the prayers will ward off the evil eye.” Zan laughed as he threw a shirt to his brother.
“I choose a symbol for my prayer.” Max
Liz stepped backwards a little and looked up ad down Max’s strong back, “I do not see one on your back.”
“It is not on my back, somewhat lower.”
Liz dropped her eyes on his posterior, wondering just where and what it was.
“And more front.” added Max as he put on his shirt.
Liz’s eyes opened up wide at that statement.
“Come on lets have dinner, they have great shrimp. You will love Greek food; it is ambrosia, the food of the gods.” The twins held out their arms as Liz stepped in between, as they walked into the restaurant.
The conversation was lively, the food not only delicious but spectacularly presented. The boys then ordered a bottle of ouzo, a sweet anise flavor liquor that Greece is known far and wide for. The liquid was warm going down, and after a few shots Liz was feeling very relaxed. The boys suggested going for a walk along the beach as they finished off the bottle. As they stood to leave Liz, felt a spasm in her shoulder, sore muscles from the cramped airplane seat.
Noticing her discomfort, Max offered to massage out the muscle. “I am very good with my hands” he added.
Yeah he is,” Zan offered, “we do a lot of weights and get muscle spasms all the time. He can work it out for you. Just need a place to lay flat.”
Liz was not about to lie face down in the sand, this late at night, so she offered the only thing she had her room. As she opened up the door to her suite, Liz could not help but smile, this was a woman’s dream, two virile handsome men about to join her in sexual fantasy. ‘Massage my ass” Liz said under her breath as she closed the door, putting out the do not disturb sign.