Chapter Three

Old Plaka, Athens, Greece

Lu never expected to be here. Athens! As a kid, her class read about it in school. Pictures had been shown up on the big pull-down screen. The iconic Enzones. The Parthenon. Now she was on her way in from the Eleftherios Venizelos airport. “Get off at Syntagma Square,” her friends had told her. “The hotel is right there. You will be in the middle of everything,” they promised. The Athena. Even the name sounded wonderful. Conjuring up an image of a statuesque Greek goddess. Flowing gown. Nipples apparent. Holding a tablet.

Checking into the hotel was easy. Then up to her room. At the window she saw it. The Acropolis. Lit up at night, it took her breath away. She raced back down to the front desk. “Yes, you can walk there,” the concierge assured her. He gave her a map and showed her the way. Her first night in Greece!

Up through the old Plaka she ran. It was magical. Along each narrow street strings of tiny sparkly lights were in all the trees. In open plateias fountains sprayed water. Mandolin music drifted on the warm night air. Linen topped tables spilled out from the full restaurants onto crowded sidewalks. Waiters scurried around with platters of food held high. The noise from the crowds startled her. Greeks are louder than Americans. Her first surprising discovery. She stopped to catch her breath on a bench directly below the Parthenon.

He sat down next to her. They both stared up. Humbled by the ancient monument. He drew it on a sketch pad. She commented, “Hey, that looks nice!” Silence. His pencil continued to scratch along the paper.

She put her legs up on the bench in a stretch. He snapped the pad shut and started to walk away. Lu called to him, “Wait. Can I buy that?”

“What? This?” He pointed to the sketch pad. When she nodded, he tore it out. “Here.” And handed it over. “You can have it.”

She was on her feet. Thanking him with the Frenchie double cheek kiss. As if noticing her for the first time, he looked down then back up, settling on her eyes. “American, I presume.” Not smiling.

“Yes. I’m Lu.” Then adding for her own amusement, “Greek, I presume.” At that silliness she got the giggles. Surprisingly, he cracked a smile. “I’m jet-lagged. Don’t mind me,” she explained.

“I’m not.” His eyes wandered south again. “I am not minding you at all.” Hand thrust out, “Kalispera! I am Stefanos.”

A beautiful blonde-haired woman sat smiling at him. Eyes as blue as the Aegean Sea. In tiny running clothes, she was stretching out her long legs on the bench. He was delighted to see she had not bothered with a bra for her full breasts. Arms now up high over her head, stretching from side to side. Tits on the verge of spilling out, he caught just a peek of her rosy areolas. Her strong girl scent releasing into the air. He stirred.

Lu tucked the sketch into her pack as he sat back down. Ah. He had noticed her as well. “How long have you been an artist?”

“I’m not an artist. I teach anthropology at the university. Sketching is just to relax me. I do it for fun.” His reply.

Her high laugh filled the air. “Gee. And I have sex and drink Champagne to relax and have fun.” Teasing him.

He remained silent, looking up. As if seeking guidance in answering.

Lu looked at his hands in his lap. No ring. Nicely dressed older gentleman. Generous full head of curly salt-and-pepper hair. A well-cut suit and dress shirt. That noble Greek profile with prominent nose. The Med tan. Soft brown eyes. “Tell me about your classes,” she began. Watching his lips.

He turned toward her. “I have Champagne.” His smile matched hers. Eyes now on her lips. Feeling encouraged he added, “And I live right up the hill.”

He was right, they walked there in five minutes. Arm in arm. They entered a classic old Plaka home and stood at the entry. Lu blinked as she looked around. Every wall in every direction was lined with art. Some she thought she recognized from books.

With “I’ll just be a minute,” he disappeared around the corner, down the stairs.

Lu walked forward and spelled out a word on the first painting. “M-A-T-I-S-S-E,” aloud. Next two, “Picasso.”

Stefanos came back up, a small blanket draped across his arm. Bubbly and flutes on a tray. “Pick where you want to sit.”

“Outside,” Lu’s immediate reaction.

Upstairs they went and out through glass doors. They were looking nearly straight across at the Acropolis. He had the best view she could ever imagine. “Pop!” went the cork. She could hear the fizz as two glasses were filled. He handed her the throw. “Here. It can get chilly.” She stepped out of her shorts and pulled off her top, reaching for it.

“Wait,” he cautioned. Putting his hand up. “I want to remember so I can draw you.”

She walked toward him, nipples stiff in the cool night air. “You, Stefanos, will have plenty more time to see me like this.” And she reached for his belt. As his pants fell to the floor, Lu was treated to her second Greek surprise. The men are hung. And his was getting thick, coming up. As if reaching out to her.

He leaned in toward her breasts. Nuzzling, then mouthing. “Megaloprepis!” he said. Straightening up to kiss her. He lifted her up, arms around his neck. He stepped back to sit on the lounge with her straddling him. Mouths wide. Tongues seeking. His breath was becoming short as he took his cock and stroked it up and down in between her legs. Guiding it, seeking her clit. As she gasped, he put his hand there instead. Wet now from the both of them, he flicked it, then gave it a pinch. Flicked it, then shoved his big middle finger deep inside her girl hole. Then back out to give her clit a wiggle. Lu’s head was thrown back, lost in the sensation. His mouth became frantically locked on her tits. He pumped her hard nipples with his tongue. Swallowing. A chuckle of pleasure deep in his throat. Then he eased her back on the lounge. Stepping aside to remove the rest of his clothing. She watched.

A fit older man. Minor dab of chest hair. And that stunning cock, now standing straight up, ooze of pre-cum on the tip. Then he was back down on her and started to slide it in. Tit in his mouth, he pulled his cock out in a tease. Then a shove, back in. He pulled it out and leaned down, seeking her clit with his tongue. Wiggling at it, then sucking.

The sound began low in her throat. Legs on his shoulders as he continued to suck. Lu’s voice rang out into the still night. In her time of passion. An aria he wasn’t expecting. High clear notes. Straining higher. She was singing her aria of orgasm. He put his cock where his mouth had just been. Her girl cum coated him. Her smell in the air. In he shoved. This time with the force of need. Pulling out. Then in. Again. He was pumping. Breathing hard. And with a shudder, she could feel him exploding inside her. Shooting sparks against her back wall with a flood. She was full up with his erection. Their goo flowed out. As he fell on her.

She would return the favor. But first, recovery time. He was on his back. She laid down on top of him. Then rolled over, her back to his front. Spoons. The throw spread over them both.

With his one free arm he pointed up to the sky. “There is Venus. That’s you. Your planet. Love, beauty, desire, sex. Mm-huh! Mmmmmm!” were his words. “That over there is Mercury. That’s me. Luck, trickery, eloquence, and cool sandals. There are many seductions going on up there.”

She snuggled in deeper. “Some nights the Milky Way really lights up,” awe in his voice.

He smoothed her hair back. “Lu. Lu,” whispering into her ear. Their hearts were in rhythm. Breathing together.

He began stroking. Her silky skin drew him. She felt him awaken against her. “Lu.” His hands on her arms. Neck. Breasts. Then thumbing. Pushing them together. Hands cupping. Then a pinch. She felt him rising.

“You lift me up,” into her ear. Followed by his tongue. Probing as he had earlier down lower. Chewing on her lobe. On he grew. He was reconciling with the thought. He must make room in his life for her. She moved him. Their attraction had been immediate.

Up she pointed. Into the sky. Now her turn. “That is you. A ram. Your planet. Likes humping. Pumping.” She laughed. It filled the night air. High and clear. People walking on the street below looked up. Moving her arm, pointing to the right, “That is me. The maiden. Innocent. Sweet.”

He tickled her. In a flash she turned around, long legs grasping him. Leaning in to kiss him. Her breasts together. Full. Swinging forward. A sight he would never forget. He thumped against her. Leaning in she guided a tit into his mouth, he bit her nipple. The jolt of it was electric. She leaned back and squeezed them together. Then leaned in again. Toward him. His tongue was out. Waiting. She teased him. In, then drawing back. He grabbed her back and crushed her to him.

Rare lightning bugs were out that night. Keravnous. One came down and landed in her hair. Lu was magic. It followed her. “Oh, Lu.” He took it onto his finger. Showing her. “You are so lovely.” He would never be the same.

She was unnerving. Pathiasmenos. Passionate. There would be no quitting when it came to her. His appetite. He wanted to consume her. He had been waiting for her.

As he grew again, she fell on it. Licking around his entire swollen head. Then flicking her tongue into his hole. A giggle escaped through her fingers. He tasted salty. His face lit up, soaring high. Gripping her head to rock her down on him, then pulling her mouth back out. Her pulse pounded. His eyes flashed in shock of her suck. His hot fingers singed her skin. Stroking a finger up and down her cheek. Bulging now with his cock inside. She fingered his balls lightly. Then gave them a squeeze. Her mouth up and down the outside of his rigid erection, tonguing the veins. Then back plunging down on it. Climbing up on his lap, she began to ride him. She twitched her cunt to encourage him. “My secret,” she whispered. Pushing against him, positioning him where she wanted him most. He stared down, admiring. Increasing his thrusts, she leaned back. He fingered her slippery clit, then entered her again. Her nose flared as her arias of orgasm began. Calling his name. He pounded into her. With an inner shudder she hit her high peak. She continued her spasms. Tightening, then loosening around his cock. With it, his eruption built.

The language he used was ungentlemanly. Pleading with her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Lu.” A magic carpet ride on his cock.

Later she helped him inside to bed. That same spectacular Acropolis view was directly out his bedroom window. Lu stepped into the lavatory and had herself a quick snoop. Then gave a whispered prayer of thanks. No girl stuff. Nowhere, none. A razor. Men’s after shave. The towels were a dark navy blue. One robe swung on the back of the bathroom door. His masculine scent in the air. Her relief in this was tremendous. When she crawled into bed next to him, his breaths were the even ones of sleep. The time difference hit Lu. She was no longer sleepy. Nope. Not at all.

Then he was waking her. An espresso shoved toward her, “Get up, get up, get up!” Handing over her clothes.

“No!” She held out her hands. Grabbing for him. “What is going on? Are we under attack? Explain yourself, Mr. Stefanos.” She was not amused.

“I have keys to the Acropolis. Seriously, I do. For work. We can go up there before it is open. Come on. Hurry,” he explained.

A thick warm sweater had been added to her pile of clothing. He stood there in linen trousers, a pale blue sweater tied at his shoulders. She took a moment. Nice.

They entered through the employees’ gate just down from his house. And took a lift up, usually saved for the movement of marble slabs going back and forth. Up on top the breeze was brisk. They were the only ones. “You prowl around. I will follow.” She did.

At eight a troupe of honor guards marched toward the flagpole. Then proceeded to present the traditional flag raising ceremony. Stefanos and Lu were their only audience. This was an experience not open to the public. Lu was moved emotionally both by the ceremony and Stefanos’ consideration.

As they re-entered the house, an amazingly appetizing smell hit her. Someone had been cooking. “Georgios!” Stefanos called out. A man appeared in an apron, wiping his hands on a cloth. “Good morning, sir.” Introductions were made. “Where were you wanting breakfast?”

“Lu?” Stefanos deferred to her.

“Anywhere is good.” She wanted to add, “In your bed is best.” But stopped herself.

Bar stools at the kitchen counter looked just fine. “I am off to my second class in a moment.”

“Second?” She questioned.

“Yes. I missed the first.”

“Oh no.” Her hand flew to her mouth.

“It is OK. Believe me, my TA is more than glad to step in. And I would rather be up there with you.” He pointed upstairs.

“While I am gone, Georgios can help you fetch your luggage, if you would like.” She would like. She pulled her sweater off in the warm kitchen. Nipples now enlarged from Stefanos’ insistent mouth. Sucking at her even when not in sex. Apparent through the thin cotton of her running shirt. Both men froze. Eyes glued to her tits. There wasn’t a sound in the room.

Lu could barely contain a loud hoot. Two hot red-blooded men in the same room staring at her chest? “Wake me when the dream is over,” as her friends used to say. She was liking Greece. A lot!

Shortly the Bentley was purring down the hill. The two of them in the back. Past the Wind of the Gods tower and up Perikleous. She was dropped off at the Athena. “Back in ten,” Georgios said over his shoulder.

At the hotel desk on her way out she was handed a stack of messages. “We hope there was no problem, Miss Carmichael.” The concierge inquired, “Was there anything we could have done to improve your stay?” She shook her head no. How to explain? “We can get you tickets, complimentary, to anything in Athens if that will help,” he added with true concern.

“I have to go. I’ll stay here next time,” she promised.

Luggage stowed in the back, Georgios asked “Where to, Lu? I am to drop you off for lunch in two hours. Do you fancy a bit of shopping?” She did. First handing a credit card over the back of the seat, he dropped her off in Kolonaki. She was alone. Her feet were on the streets of Athens. And she had two hours to kill. She organized her thoughts over a latte and bougatsa.

She found Stefanos attractive. Very. Goosebumps came on the chill of the morning air. “Your darling buds,” he had called them. No knickers on him. Was that the Greek man’s way? They had climbed the stairway to orgasm three times. Out on the deck under the star studded night sky. As her high arias pierced the air. He was familiar with female anatomy and quite easily found her gem, her pearl. And knew what to do once there. She had an ache in her chest for him. Who are you, Mr. Stefanos Alexopoulos? He could not simply be a professor of anthropology while living in that home. Full of priceless old hand woven carpets, walls lined with art never seen by the public.

Rather than clothing, she bought flowers. A shop down the street sold orchids. Suddenly thinking of Hawaii, she bought a dozen. The Bentley pulled up. She was off to lunch.