D was happily glancing around the room taking in the different scenes that meet your eyes when the party scene begins to warm up and D is one of the greatest people watchers I know, not nosey just fascinated in other peoples interaction, it all comes from being a writer I guess, I realised something in particular had caught her attention over my right shoulder as her head was slowly moving left to right but her eyes had become fixed on whatever it was then they would catch up with her head only to snap back over my shoulder. “What are you looking at now” I jovially asked making to turn around to see. “Don't turn around, God you make it so obvious” D said. “Well what is it?” I replied “There's a guy and a girl over there dancing and he keeps staring over at us” “How do you know it's us I said, it's crowded over there at the bar” gesturing behind her. “No it's us, I'm sure” she said With that I turned to look but was met with a fairly full dance floor, Which one? I asked “The girl in the blue silky top” she replied “What and the bloke with the long hair?” “Yes! he keeps looking over”. The girl was in her early to mid twenties, blond with a good tan and the guy was probably late thirties oddly foreign looking but not Greek and with an even better tan, both were half heartedly dancing while leaning in to try and chat above the noise of the music. “Well I don't know him” I said turning back to D and with that the music stopped and our ears got a well earned rest if only for a few seconds. “Is he still looking?” I asked D looked over my shoulder “No they've gone”. “See” I said, “you and your imagination” “It wasn't imagination he was really staring” she replied. “Oh staring now!” I laughed, “It was only looking ten minutes ago”. “Well you know what I mean” D said with mock irritation. “Another drink?” I asked realising that both our glasses were practically empty. “Oh go on then, I'm on holiday” D replied. D didn't usually drink, only on holidays and high days did alcohol pass her lips and then it was normally vodka and coke of which, surprisingly, she could consume quite a few without effect other than relaxing more which usually showed itself in the amount of talking she did, a favourite phrase she would often use at these times was “To cut a long story short” which always amused me as it was certainly something she never ever did after a few drinks. I got up and began to make my way to what appeared a very packed bar stopping only to give D a peck on the cheek. “What was that for?” She asked “Because I love you” I replied “You're drunk” D said giving my leg a gentle squeeze just above the knee. The music started again along with strobes synchronising one's vision to the music and making it feel as if you were in a silent movie only moving when the lights flashed on and giving me the distinct feeling that we may stick out due to our age a thought that was quickly extinguished as I made way for a guy about 10 years my senior tunnelling his way through the crowd with his hands full of his bounty of booze. It seemed as though I was waiting an eternity before I caught the eye of one of the barmen. “Parakalo” he said I toyed with the idea of getting two drinks each which would last us the rest of the evening but decided against it as it was now way past midnight plus we had a bottle for each of us back in the apartment if we needed any more. “A vodka and coke” I said in the typical British way when abroad, loud and slow . “Oh you're a Pom” came the reply in a strong Australian accent. “Oh thank god for that, civilisation” I said laughingly “A vodka and coke and a Bacardi and coke please” I continued. The wait may have been long but the service certainly wasn't as within seconds two full glasses of fizzing liquid were popped in front of me with a cheery “There you go mate” “Cheers” I said paying my money while trying hard not to mimics his accent, I picked up the drinks and gingerly backed away from the bar allowing the void I left to be filled by the crowd before turning into the storm of thirsty clubbers. “Where have you been? I thought you'd gone home without me” D said as I arrived back at our table. “It's manic” I replied. As I sat back down I noticed that the couple who D thought were looking at us were just behind and to the left of D, the guy with long hair was helping the blond on with her coat, I tapped D's foot under the table she turned her head to look at me and I nodded in their direction, it was now her turn to be indiscreet as she swivelled in her seat to look in the direction I'd gestured. At that moment the guy looked in our direction and noticing D looking at them said “Oh hi” he said in perfect English, “Hello” she replied, quickly turning back to me shrugging and mouthing “not a clue” I just smiled to them as they made their way to the exit. D said she'd like another dance but we were too worried that we'd lose our table and drinks to the growing crowd of revellers and so decided to soon make our way back to the apartment which fortunately meant I got away with not making a fool of myself again with dancing skills that got stuck somewhere in the 90's. But we both agreed this had been a fantastic evening, a gorgeous traditional meal, a quiet and romantic walk next to the harbour, a very passionate if somewhat quick kiss and caress on the small beach instigated may I say by D and interrupted only by another couple no doubt seeking the same solitude and for the very same purposes given where their hands were exploring, the memory and effect had stayed with me for the rest of the evening as it seemed also with D as she attempted to recreate the effect on my nether reasons every time we danced to a slow and smoochie song, much to my discomfort and D's evil delight. And then came the impromptu decision to come to this nightclub to let our hair down completely. D grabbed her handbag and stood up I reached for my drink but she stayed my hand and said “No I'm just going to the loo, no need to rush it” She moved to my side of the table and gave me a deep kiss before walking off to the toilets. Just as I had lost site of D disappearing into the throng at the side of the bar a voice came from the other side of me “Hi again” I quickly turned to see the guy with long hair, the one I had seen leave, standing with one hand on our table, “Oh hi” I replied thinking he was going to ask if we had finished with table. “Has your wife gone? He asked in an American accent. “No no she's just popped to the loo” I said immediately seeing puzzlement on his face “She' just gone to the Ladies” I explained. “Oh I see” he said with a laugh “I thought I had missed her, I'm sure I know her from somewhere, Is she American?” “No” I said “She's from Ireland but she did work in New York for a while” “Can't be from there” he replied “I've never been there” “Um I'm not sure then but she'll be back in a minute and you can ask her yourself” I said hoping D would do just that and we could get rid of this interloper before he ruined our plans of debauchery. “Are you on holiday?” I asked, I wasn't interested in the slightest but the music had stopped again and I could feel an awkward silence approaching. “No I'm working over here have been for the last four years” He said. This did spark a little interest in me, a Yank who hadn't been to New York but was working on a Greek island. “Are you in hospitality or tourism” I asked knowing that the island wasn't exactly a hive of industry other than the holiday makers. “Sort of” he said “ I run a kite surfing school on the other side of the island near the monastery” “I'm Ask by the way” he continued. “Sorry” I said feeling a little confused with what he had just said but before he could explain D arrived back at the table “Hello again” she said looking at me for the reason he was back, “He thinks he knows you but can't remember where from” I told her “No”he said “I thought” he paused “Is it OK if I join you for a few minutes?” “Yes yes sit down” D said intrigued on how he knew her. “As I was saying” he continued “I thought I knew you but you're not from the US and the girl I was thinking of is” “Oh what a shame” D said giggling “What's your name by the way?” “Ask” he replied. Almost in unison D and I replied “I just did” and both started to laugh. “Ask it's short for Askook” “That's an unusual name” I said “Very unusual” D added. “It's quite a common name in my people” “Your people? Sorry I thought you were American” D enquired. “I am” he said in a tone that told you he had explained this a thousand times before.“I am American, a real American” “A native American” D interrupted in a slow soft tone. D has always had a romantic view of the Native American peoples even getting in to arguments with people when she worked in New York who were running them down and now here in front of her was a living breathing member of that community. “Yes that's right” he said “Navajo to be exact, well my farther was Navajo and my mother is Cheyenne” The Music started its rhythmic beat once more making it difficult to continue normal conversation. “Look would you two like a drink?” Ask mouthed whilst miming the action of drinking from a glass. D and I looked at each other and I could see in her face that she was almost exited to continue asking questions but the music almost ruled that out but I left the decision up to her. Much to my lustful relieve she said “Maybe some other time but we had planned to finish our drinking back at our apartment but thank you for asking” “OK” he said “it's your choice and I guess I should be making tracks too” And with that as if by some unspoken command we all rose from our seats I should Ask's hand and said “goodnight” D offered hers but Ask held her upper arms and gave her a peck on the cheek, D looked a bit stunned but then giggled and looked at me as if to say “see I've still got it”, for my part I never thought for one moment she didn't. We all three reached the exit together and out on to the quiet street beyond, here the only sound was the lapping of waves coming from the beach and a distant thump thump of the music from the club. “Which way are you headed?”Ask asked “That away D!” exclaimed louder than was necessary but probably amplified by the fresh air mixing with copious amounts of vodka. “Snap” ask replied “that's the way I'm heading, do you mind if I walk with you?” “More the merrier” D responded. We had started walking with D on the inside, myself in the middle and Ask next to the road but after ten or so minutes and me beginning to feel like a quiz master with questions and answers flying from one side to the other I swapped places with D and feeling a little forgotten held firmly onto her hand which every now and again she would give a reassuring squeeze. We seemed to cover the mile and a half back to the apartment complex fairly quickly although we had covered everything from how the Navajo people had originally lived in Alaska and had migrated right down to New Mexico to the Long March to the Code Talkers in the second world war. The questions now soon tailed off and I was just about to offer my hand to say goodnight once again when my heart sank as D asked “Would you like to come in for a drink? We've got plenty” all my intentions, none of which were honourable, were quickly disappearing in the early morning darkness. “Umm?” Ask shot me a glance to check my reaction which were to simply shrug and nod my head, “well if I'm not imposing I'd love too” he concluded. “Oh brilliant” D exclaimed excitedly “come on then” and she took the lead up the two flights of outside stairs that lead to our landing. D rummaged in her handbag for the set of keys, found them and opened the door brushing her hand along the door as she entered saying “my favourite number”, our apartment was No:69, she laughed and I knew then that the “one too many” was probably at least three in D's case as she never ever made jokes about sex, D was an enigma she could be very prudish and found certain things “dirty” ruining many a moment of passion with the words “Urr no” not that she had lead a sheltered life for if you counted up her ex lovers you could form your own rugby team and still have some left over for the subs bench, at other times she could be a slut, a side I tried to nurture for her own pleasure, for her to realise that her body was there for her own enjoyment and if that meant using me when she needed me all well and good. I knew from our escapade on the beach earlier and then dance-floor that the slut had come out to play tonight and knowing this made me slightly irritated that we had a 'guest' who was putting a hold on our evening's entertainment. As we all three hurried inside in the darkness and quickly closing the door to avoid the mosquitoes I switched the light on to the kitchen are also flicking on the T.V. With the remote, “No not the telly” D exclaimed “it's all in Greek, put the radio on instead” I dutifully turned off the TV and switched on the radio which I must admit was more familiar. “OK, drinks?” I said. “OH yes!” came D's reply as she sat on the sofa opposite to the one Ask had already made his own. “Ask? What are you drinking?” I said in my best bartenders voice “we've got everything here as long as it's vodka or Bacardi” “Vodka please” came the reply I delivered the drinks and sat next to D who immediately raised her glass saying “cheers all” For the next thirty minutes the conversation returned to native Americans and their social conditions and while interesting I was beginning to tyre of it. Suddenly and as if out of nowhere “I want another dance” D exclaimed “I wish we'd stayed at the club”. “Will you dance with me” she asked as she stood and took my hand. Trying to steady my drink in the other hand I said “No not now, ask Ask he'll dance with you. “He can't dance, Did you see him dancing in the club” D said laughingly. “Can't dance? Who me?” Ask said in a mock affronted voice “I'm a good dancer” “Come on then, prove it” D taunted Ask looked over to me as if for permission, “Yes go on if you're mad enough” I D walked over and turned up the radio a little, it was starting to play Blondie's “Hanging on the telephone” from the late 70's which made me think that Ask probably wasn't born at the time guessing he was in his mid 30's. D grabbed his arm and pulled him into the kitchen area which was to be the dance floor “Come on then” she said “Let's see your moves”. Well Ask hadn't been wrong he could certainly cut some shapes and D was loving it, for my part I felt a little pang of jealousy, D enjoying herself with another man. The music continued changing from 70's to 80's, 90's then back again they did stop occasionally to have a drink which I duly topped up, it was at one of these refreshment breaks that Wet Wet Wet's “Love is all around me” came on the radio D leant across me and gave me a deep tongue filled kiss and said “can I dance to this one with Ask?” “Of course you can” I replied allowing my hand to trace the contour of her waist and hips as she returned to the action. “Well?” D said to which Ask replied “What this? It's a bit slow isn't it?” “No” D scolded him grabbing his hands and placing them on her waist, she placed hers on his biceps keeping a respectable distance which made their dancing look very animated but after several minutes the gap closed with D slipping her arms around his shoulders and burying her head in his chest, Ask once again looked over for my response which was affirmed with a nod of the head. Ask's hands now slid around D's waist pulling her in even tighter with one still at her waist and the other resting on the top of her beautiful arse and what appeared to be his fingers pushing down forcing her pelvis forward into his thigh. I could see she was lost in the moment eyes closed, mouth half open, she was enjoying this in more ways than she would a normal dance but suddenly she crashed back to the here and now and pushed herself slightly away from Ask's leg realising that I was only feet away, but it was too late the blue touch paper had been lit in all three of us and whatever came next was inevitable but I knew I had to rescue this moment for her enjoyment so I grabbed their drinks and walked over to them “Here you go” I said “I thought it would save you stopping” they both downed the drinks which I put on the work surface behind them and as I passed I brushed up behind D's back forcing her pelvis forward again so that her pubis was once again rubbing on Ask's leg which signified my full permission to do as she liked. An audible sigh come moan escaped from D's lips as she again began to gyrate her hips around Ask's thigh. D moved her face up to his and began to kiss Ask as her hand moved to hold one side of his face and I knew that her tongue was right now doing a crazy dance in his mouth matched with the ever increasing pressure of her hips. The situation was also having an effect on Ask as I noticed a definite horizontal bulge forming in his chinos as his hands wrestled with D dress pulling it up at the back so that her thong was now exposed and his hands fondled each cheek, pulling them apart then pushing them back rhythmically. After less than a inute of this I could see D blowing out through her nose and her left hand moved from his face, down his chest and waist until it found the bulge. “Oh my god” D exclaimed as she broke away from the kiss, “is that all you?” Ask pulled her back saying “Yes it's all me but it's all for you” They began to kiss again as D started fumbling with, first, Ask's belt then his trouser button and finally his zip all the time still dancing to the slow night music. “Why don't you two use the bed?” I suggested, the bed being just next to the sofas. I'm not sure if either of them heard me as D had eventually succeeded in undoing Ask's chinos which had now very un-erotically slid down around his ankles exposing an equally un-erotic, but typically American, pair of jockey shorts. My own cock was now busting to get out of my trousers but I resisted as I didn't want to look like the ultimate pervert plus I wanted to saviour every moment of the woman I love being pleasured. Ask's fingers were now tracing the line of D's thong, staying on the material all the way from the waist band right under to her pussy stopping there to gently pinch her vulva through the cloth, each time he did so D gave out a little squeal pushing back her hips as she did so, I knew from her almost involuntary movements that her thong would now be soaking wet. “Oh God” D said pushing herself away from Ask “Hang on a minute or I'm likely to explode” she sighed and stretched for her drink her other hand reaching out for the bulge in his shorts “Oh my god”she repeated, sipping on her drink before replacing it on the side, D lowered herself to her knees in front of him, luckily they were sideways on to me so my view was unobstructed. With her left hand she rubbed the entire length and with her right she began to pull down his shorts which allowed his cock, now freed from the confines of the waistband, to spring upright against his stomach, “Jesus Christ!” D exclaimed falling backwards and looking over to me “it'll never fit”. His cock was impressive not massively long but thick, the head was very big as was the base and being circumcised emphasized the head even more., It was as if she had never seen a cock before and she pulled and pushed it to get a view from every angle Ask reached down over D and tugged at her dress “hang on” she said and stood to remove her dress, throwing it to me to sort out and as she did so Ask moved in to remove her bra which she let slide down her arms and on to the floor, he reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands toying her erect nipples with his index fingers. I could see D gyrating her backside into his crotch, eyes closed, taking long deep breaths with her head tilted back as Ask nibbled at the base of her neck. D slowly turned within the embrace and began to kiss Ask deeply again her hands fumbling with his shirt buttons and making quick work of them pushed his shirt off which falling to the floor he kicked along with his trousers into a corner. Ask's body was muscly, not body builder muscly, more farmer muscly the type of body you get from hard work, taught but every muscle defined. He shuffled D backwards against the breakfast bar and moved his pelvis back to take hold of his cock, I thought for one moment he was going to try and fuck her then and there but he simply put it between her legs allowing its need to be upright to apply pressure to her still thong clad vulva, the effect was obvious as D began to buck her hips along his shaft. “Lets get on the bed” D said in a slightly pleading voice and dismounting from the saddle that was Ask's cock, took his hand only stopping to collect her drink which she gave to me along with a tongue filled kiss and whispering “It's you I love”. Getting to the bed meant they were now only a couple of feet away, D pushed Ask onto the duvet then turning to me and saying “and you can get your clothes off matey” before removing her thong and throwing them in my direction, their weight now increased by her love juices. “Shift over then” D said wanting Ask to move to the centre of the bed and as he did she sat on the edge of the bed level with his knees, leaning over and resting on her left elbow, using her right hand to grasp Ask's cock, she moved her face to nuzzle his balls then holding his cock upright she traced her tongue up the entire length before retracing her path back to his balls, this continued for a few minutes before she eventually moved on to the bed kneeling by Ask's side as she placed the tip of his cock to her lips and licking her tongue around the opening while her hand set up a regular pumping action on his shaft. I got a close up view of D's beautiful pussy already glistening in the lamp light, her labia was swollen and ready for pleasure, suddenly Ask's left hand appeared from between her thighs caressing, first her inner thighs and then turning he moved his hand up to let one finger slide between her pussy lips and began a gentle back and fourth motion keeping time with her hand on his cock, every now and then curling his finger upwards to enter D's inner sanctum which would illicit a muffled groan from her busy lips. I began to take my own clothes off as D had requested a while ago, pouring myself another drink in the process. I pondered the idea of walking over and burying myself into D's wet and inviting pussy that was now only feet away but this opportunity was suddenly lost as Ask's hand pulled at D's inner thigh indicating for her to straddle his face and thus act out her favourite number. With this change of position it meant I had a better view of D who had managed to take the head of Ask's cock in to her mouth which was sliding up and down his shaft, her cheeks occasionally puffing out with air, no doubt in response to Ask's tongue at the other end as he sucked and licked on her clitoris and labia, over the next few minutes D's pace on his cock quickened, her left hand pumping his shaft while her right caressed his balls and as D's pelvis was grinding into Ask's face so his hips were beginning to buck trying to get more cock into D's mouth. Suddenly D came up gasping for air “Oh fucking hell I need your cock inside me now” she said throwing her leg over exposing Ask's soaking wet face, she basically turned 180 degrees as she straddled him again only now face to face leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, lips that only seconds earlier had been busy giving her pleasure, she slid her hand down between them, between her own legs to take hold of Ask's shaft forcing it upwards in line with her wet and welcoming pussy, the tip of his cock nestled between the folds of her labia and as D flexed her hips so it moved up and down from her clit to the entrance of her vagina in the same way as Ask's fingers had done earlier. D kept this movement up for some time with increasing vigour matched my her breathing, every so often as it got to to right spot she would her angle her hips in an attempt to stab his cock into her, eventually realising that she would have to stop kissing and take the job in hand so to speak. D sat upright putting one of her feet flat on the bed so she was half kneeling and half squatting and with Ask's hands kneading her breasts and keeping her steady she reached down and with one hand guided his shaft to the right spot while with the other she splayed her labia. I lent forward to get the best view in the house and could see the tip being squeezed and as D gave little bounces her pussy stretched until with the help of a hip thrust from Ask his cock, or at least the head, was at last buried in her pussy an event that was accompanied by “AHHHHHH! Oh sweet Jesus, Oh my God” from D as she hyperventilated from the sudden shock of being impaled. With Ask still fondling her breasts while flicking her nipples with his thumbs D held on to his arms and started gyrating her hips while gently pushing down on his shaft, I could see the glistening tideline of her pussy juice moving imperceptibly down his cock, D was building quite a good sliding action, her labia being pulled out on every rise as it gripped on to Ask's cock, but I could see that there was still about three inches of his manhood still to go until she could sit on his lap proper. Ask's eyes were firmly shut as D pleasured both herself and him with her body and murmurs of bliss occasionally escaped his lips. D kept up the momentum, a red blush starting to appear on her chest as the gathering storm of orgasm began to make itself known, then suddenly Ask grabbed her arms and turned her on to her back, following her inch for inch so that they never became disconnected. “Woah” D shrieked at the sudden move as Ask hooked his arm under her left leg pulling it up close to her arm the other she invitingly put over his back so her foot was on his arse, he first went back to kissing her breasts and then her mouth their tongues working overtime. Ask began to replicate D's actions of a moment ago but with added force and I could see D's cheeks blowing out every time he plunged into her until a stifled scream came from the kiss when, with still two inches to go, his cock had started to collide with her cervix. These yelps continued but the feeling only seemed to add to her ecstasy as her foot was now practically kicking him back into her beckoning faster thrusts and her fingers was leaving white marks on his arse from her pulling him in. D's hips rose to meet his thrusts and it wasn't long before her first orgasm ripped through her, her usual guttural curses muted by the incessant kissing and for a moment her body collapsed still onto the bed, and there they lay as Ask let her leg drop back to the bed and I wondered if that was it but within minutes Ask was once again beginning to grind his pelvis in to D's who quickly responded by crossing her legs around his back meeting his every thrust with one of her own. “Oh yes yes yes I can take it all now” D exclaimed “I can feel your balls” and as I looked between Ask's legs I could see she had indeed taken all seven inches which must of now rearranged her innermost reaches and her labia was pulled taught around the thickest part of his shaft, his balls slapping against her arsehole. “Oh god I'm cumming again” she said as her head banged back into the bed and her body tried to escape the agony and ecstasy ripping through her, a job made impossible by the vice like grip her legs had around him. This time Ask's strokes didn't miss a beat as he continued to plunge all seven inches into her, D had become a wild beast writhing and bucking with every thrust and I could see Ask's balls begin to contract signalling that he was close to his own orgasm. I began to wonder where he would come, over her breasts? her face? Or just shoot it all over her. The answer came a few minutes later as he announced “I'm gonna come, where do you want it?” D took his face in both hands looking into his eyes and just before kissing him said “In me, I want your cum in me” and with that she again tightened her leg grip on his back as he speeded up his strokes, I saw his balls and cock begin to pulse as he pumped his cum deep into her womb. This was too much for D who climaxed for a third time this time a silent scream on her face and tears in her eyes so strong was the sensation. Ask's strokes gradually slowed as his semen leaked out from around the sides of his cock a leak that turned into a trickle that ran down soaking D's arse and eventually the bed beyond. As his now slightly dishevelled penis slid from D stretched pussy he moved to her side flat on his back and to my surprise D turned onto her side, his cum still running out of her pussy across the back of her thigh and bending forward took his cum covered cock back into her mouth, this was too much for Ask who started yelping and tried to push her head off only for D to say “All this cum is mine and your not steeling any” as she licked and sucked his cock and balls clean. A slightly shocked Ask wasn't slow saying he had to leave as it was now 06:15 and he opened in just over two hours. D looked a little disappointed and said “I suppose you do this sort of thing all the time” to which, looking her straight in face, he replied “That was the first time I've had sex for three years” D fell back on the bed her mouth open in shock. When Ask reached the door after making his platitudes I asked him did his name have a meaning? He looked at us and said “Yes it's Algonquin for snake” and as the door finally closed D and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. EPILOGUE “Could you make me a cup of tea?” D asked “I don't think I can move” “Tea or vodka?” I asked “No tea I need tea now” she replied adding “But you get yourself a drink, your going to need one” I flicked on the kettle and looked at her “you can't want more already. You've been at it for three hours” No answer came until I took over her tea which I put on the bedside table, “No I don't think I can take more sex for a couple of hours sorry” she said “but” grabbing my still erect cock and pulling me closer to the bed “Kiss me“ I put down my drink and sat next to her leaning in I could smell his semen mixed with her love juices and as I kissed her a could taste his cum in her mouth. “No I don't want sex” she whispered “I want something else, now I cleaned him up who do you suppose is going to clean this mess up?” pointing at her well used pussy before pushing my head down between her legs, when I'd finished she had had another three orgasms courtesy of the end of my tongue and all traces of cum were gone. And I'm glad to say that when we did make love that evening her pussy had returned to the size I had left it, but probably a little deeper. “Can we come here on holiday again? But of course not for three years.” “Of course we can” I replied Well she did Ask nicely