Chapter Five

Efcharistisi, Small Island Off Hydra, Greece

The crew thought they had lost their minds. From her very first day. They came up with any excuse to stop by the office. The new boss was here. Was she ever. They had never seen anything like it.

Lu brought her Hawaii permissiveness with her. Already a free spirit, there she had spent as much time as possible au naturel. Soaking up the hot tropical sun. The resort where she worked had several clothing optional areas. It became her preferred way to live.

With a similar climate on the Greek island, she adopted sitting in the office with only a scarf or shawl on top. Colorful sarong on the bottom. Ankles and wrists piled high with those same bangles and bells. It made sense to her. This style of living. And it sure made sense to them. Her biggest fans. The crew.

Often, multiple times each day, if possible, the lucky ones caught her with the scarf forgotten. They were typical Greek men. Sexually repressed by their Greek wives. In fact, the wives would forbid them from working on the island project if they knew. Many spouses were the unwelcome recipients of midweek groping and horny fucking they didn’t want. Preferring to stick with the obligatory Saturday night quick thrusting they couldn’t avoid. If only they knew. Lu giggled at the crews’ gazes up and down her.

Kostas Papadiamantopoulos was the Greek project head. Often mute, he didn’t seem to notice her. His job was to build on the site with Walter Whitlock. He was very focused on his work. For the past six months he had been out studying the island, selecting the building location. In all weather he slept there, on the ground. Watching shadows. Studying how it looked at sunset. In the dawn glow. He saw how the light hit. Where the birds landed. Which ones flew past. How the rain flowed down the hills. How the rocks tasted, smelled. How the earth sounded. The echoes. What the stars sparkled on at night. It was a long, slow process. Doing this he would know exactly where to build. No good at American chit chat, except for business matters, he barely spoke to her.

Eventually the rest of the crew relaxed and became more used to her revealing ways. Her bright skirts. Large bare tits. They could almost make it through their day without a stiffie. They had built her a swimming platform out into the beautiful Aegean Sea. Many lunch breaks they would all swim out together.

Unlike the rest of the crew, Kostas had a difficult time loosening up around her. However, he did notice. Most definitely. All of it. Her girlie scent. The curve of her breast. It all made him swell up. Every trip back to Hydra included a stop at the 1643 Church of the Assumption of the Virgin. Incense was lit. Donations were made for the six sons he wanted. The priest with stovepipe hat and long beard became his confidant. Father knew all about Lu. Each time when leaving the church Kostas looked up at his family property. High on the hill. There he would build a house for them all. Someday. His sons.

He had married his childhood sweetheart Anastaia Bakirtzis. Both from Hydra, hers was a local prominent shipping family of considerable wealth. From day one Ana made it clear, “No children.” And rarely would she be up for sex. Now both in their 50s she ran his philanthropic side and was starting a small museum from their combined collections. They were best friends. She knew there were others. Girlfriends had always been on the side. She was supportive in her own quiet way. Hot sweaty fucking with Kostas was not her thing.

On the island, the crew also built Lu a running path. Crisscrossing up the hills. Her ankle bells jingled as she ran each morning. Kostas sometimes with her. Seldom on her, his eyes were usually out scanning the ocean. Or gazing up at the sky. More often, though, she would come across him already up in the hills. Studying the rocks, shadows. Sifting the dirt.

He was a new breed of architect. In later years his “Papa’s Method” would come to be labelled as organic. He studied the location for months to select the right site. Once that step was completed, the structure, regardless of whatever he was building, was compatible. The peaks and valleys of the roofline, the style of the rooms and additions, all flowed. The structure appeared to always have been there. In this, he was brilliant. He taught occasional classes in this process at a university in Rome. All villas on this private island would be Greek made and with mostly Greek products. He insisted. Interiors would be high-end in every way. It was to be their first off-grid eco community.

He and Walter were partners. Also, at times, fucking buddies back in Athens. It was their way to rent the penthouse suite at the Hotel Grande Bretagne at Syntagma Square where they hosted discreet black tie events for their investors. Which usually meant rich Greek men chasing girls. Eventually they were asked to leave. And not come back. The complaints. Too many elegant older gentlemen standing curbside in the morning sun still in black tie. Waiting for their drivers to pull up. Disturbing the sensibilities of gawking old Greek yia-yias. It was suggested maybe they would prefer to hold their events elsewhere. At which point Walter went on to purchase a villa instead. It was behind Parliament by the National Gardens.

As part of the final steps of planning, Kostas took two weeks to source sustainable products for use in the build. Off grid speciality companies in Denmark and Germany had most of what he needed including components for solar and water. He also spent his last two nights away in Athens at Walter’s villa. “Having his horns clipped,” the crew had joked.

Kostas’ second morning back she asked him in the office, “Are you feeling better?” Humor in her voice.

“Yes, my temporary illness.” He gave no further explanation. Her lips twitched up into a smile.

The evening before, as with many a night on the island, Kostas heard her coming up the hill in the dark. Her ankle bells. Hips swaying. Top bare. No one else around as she settled on a rock. Watching the waves break out at sea in the moonlight. He cleared his throat. “Oh!” in surprise as she squinted in the dark. Not expecting him.

His reaction was immediate. Her hidden treasures called to him. Her smell on the night breeze. Her nipples pricked up. His arousal was immediate. She didn’t have to see his erection to know it was there. She could hear it in his voice. The yearning. He wanted to fuck her. The strain. Without realizing it, his hand was in his crotch. On it.

She laughed in the dark. Throaty. Not at him, exactly. But close. Feeling Lu was unattainable, Kostas stood up. Why would she want to make love with someone like him? “I’m not feeling well,” he said and left. Humiliated.

Again that next night she followed the path up the hill. Bells tinkling. He was already there. This time better prepared. When in Hydra he had picked up a Greek evil eye necklace for her. He had known, “That one. Right there.” The glass had been handmade in a local shop. Then he had it tied on a blue silk ribbon. “It matches her eyes,” he explained. Aegean blue.

He surprised her. Rather than leave, he came up behind her. He actually spoke. “I thought of you when I saw this.” And held out his hand to show her. “May I?” And tied the necklace around her neck. With a sigh his face sunk onto her shoulder, into her hair, whispering her name, “Lu.” He breathed in deep. Instinct kicked in. Without a thought his hands cupped her bare breasts, stroking her small velvety nipples. A reflex. As he had wanted to do each and every day she had been on the island. Lu leaned back into him, encouraging the hardness she felt. Bringing both feet up onto the rock, she spread her legs wide. Pulling up her skirt, his hands went down. It was a fluid movement, as if they had been doing this to each other all their lives. Her heavier audible breathing encouraged him. Bold now. Moving her thong aside he found her wet clit. As he pinched and squeezed at it, she shuddered. Turning around toward him. Their first kiss.

The electricity shocked them both. Their passion. By the ass he lifted her up and onto him. Legs straddling him. Mouths exploring, tongues probing. Her hands at his neck, he carried her. Truly wanting to make love to her right there. As he laid her on the grass she teased, “I’ve been wanting you. What took you so long?”

Barely able to do more than chuckle, he added, “We will fix that now.”

He untied the skirt and spread it out around her. Feeling more brave now, he wanted to look. To see all of her. With her legs up and open. She shrugged his pants down and gasped. Sucking at her tits, now that he was loose, he guided his hardness back and forth on her private most parts. Sliding it on their shared pearly ooze. Trying to control himself he leaned in with his tongue pointing out and gave her clit a flick. Tingling it. Her clit responded, throbbing just like his cock. Engorged. A sound began in her throat. She sang. Her aria of orgasm. His name was on her lips. Begging. “Fuck me, Kostas.” Again, “Fuck me. Now.” Further inflaming him.

His time was near. With her legs spread wide he entered her. She wiggled her hips to accommodate him. Then pushed him away to pull back out. Down on his knees now, she guided him in and out. Helping him to hit all her right spots. “I’m cumming,” he said in an unrecognizable voice. Already on her second orgasm, she drowned him out with her singing.

Faster he pumped. He had waited too long for this. The moment when he could shoot his hot load of cum into her. Rather than onto the floor of the shower, shouting her name. It was on his lips, but he would not say it. She clung to him as his shudders began. His jerks as he filled her. Then he yelled her name, loud and clear, “Lu!” On the still night air. “Lu!” Begging. She rocked back and forth, to meet him. Then it was over. Their first making love.

He slumped down onto her as she laid there in the grass. Her eyes lit up with moonlight. Her bangles glittering. The blue evil eye at her neck seemed to glow. They had drenched her skirt. “I am so sorry,” when he noticed.

“I’m not,” she assured him. He laid down beside her, head at her breast. It was one of life’s perfect moments. They stayed there on her skirt. She stroked his pubic hair as they stared up at the stars. He was feeling her energy. Her fire. He had waited so long for this. His impatience revealed itself. His cock was rising again. Pulsing, thumping against his stomach. Her arias filled the night.