Darcy

After spending a reasonable amount of time in the sun and soaking up the scenery, I decided to head inside to unpack and check my emails. Waiting for my log-in details to register, I decided to get a snack from the fridge. Dad walked over and kissed me on the head. “Hey, honey. So I have to go and do some work today, will you be alright on your own for a few hours while I'm gone?”

“Yeah, Dad, I'll be fine.” I smiled, and turned back to the fridge to look at my options. I decided on some fresh Dakos; a greek snack that the home owners had graciously made and put into the fridge for us to eat. The fridge was stocked with delicious food dolmades and baklava. I piled a tomato mix onto the crackers, and took it back to the computer.

“Great, honey. I'll see you tonight. I'll be back in time for dinner.”

I checked my emails to find nothing new... A few crackers later, I got up, put my empty plate on the bench, and stepped outside. As soon as my feet reached the first stone step, fresh, cool air washed past me, brushing strands of my hair across my face.

There was something about being outside in the late afternoon that I loved. Between the lack of people around, and the view of birds flying back to roost for the night, It was the perfect time and place to clear my mind and come up with some new ideas for my painting. Looking over the ocean view, I was already inspired.

I pulled out a scrunched-up crossword puzzle and a pen from my pocket, still attached to me from the plane; I decided that I was going to make new goals for myself, and do things that I hadn’t done before. Scribbling on the back of the paper, I wrote, ‘Things to do before I leave Greece’ and followed it with a simple list – Fall in love. Okay, I didn’t expect this to happen in such a short amount of time, but if I could get laid, that would be a great start. Get started on a new painting, and hopefully get half way through it. Skinny dip in the beautiful blue water, and not care who saw me.

I decided to cross that first one off my list now. I peeled my shirt from my body and tossed it aside. My pants followed. Suddenly I felt a bout of self-consciousness and looked around before I continued with my underwear. Finally, I jumped in, feeling my stomach do flips as I soared through the air. It was a lot further down than I had initially thought.

Soaking in the water that rippled perfectly around me, I let my hands glide through the water. I felt the sun gloriously rain down on my back. It provided just the right amount of sheer light from its setting state. Surprisingly, even though I was naked, I felt completely comfortable. I ducked under the water, immersing myself in its essence. I was in a complete state of calm until I opened my eyes to the shock of seeing someone watching me.

There he was, sitting on a big rock directly across from me. He watched with curiosity... His dark brown hair draped flawlessly by his cheek, and without his shirt, I could see the top half of his naked body which looked as though it had been carved by the Gods themselves. I stared back at him for a brief moment before I yelled in his direction, “What are you looking at, pervert?” Covering my naked self, I was momentarily made aware of my visibility in this extremely clear water. He started laughing, calling out something in a language I didn’t understand, Greek.

Wonderful, he doesn't speak a word of English.

“Go away!” I shouted again, gesturing in the opposite direction. Instead, he laughed at my remark and removed his pants, wading into the water. I began to move away as he got closer. My modesty turned to panic. Panic that I was about to be raped. Oh my god. I was about to be raped in the beautiful waters of a greek island, how unpoetic. I began to swim for the edge of the nearest rock to make my escape.

Quickly climbing out, I turned my head to check if the sexy pervert was still there. He was, and he was continuing to stare right at me, eyebrows cocked. He looked so nice standing there in the water, the sun making gentle shadows on his tan skin. I began to feel differently as I watched him; He was probably just trying to relax and I had invaded his space, but then again, he had no right coming into the water! What was he thinking? English-speaking or not, he should have known better. I pulled my clothes on and sat atop the rocky hill, watching him. He was also watching me.

He swam over to the rock where he had left his pants and got out. He put them onto his equally toned legs, and then sat watching over the water. I didn’t understand him, and for that, I became curious. I stood up and walked down to where he was. Though keeping my distance, I sat on a rock across from him. Cautious, yet still close enough to show him I was interested. After all, I wrote on my list that I would swim without any care of who was watching. I also wrote that I would fall in love. Maybe this sultry human was it... My chance at love and a summer full of hot, steamy sex.

He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, still cautious. He gestured toward the water, his shirtless body as magnificent as the natural springs. The sun reflected on his perfectly oiled and sculpted abs. This time, I just watched. He waded back into the water, pants on this time, probably in an attempt to not scare me. Still slightly uncomfortable with his sudden gesture, I moved away a few more centimeters. He stood and dived into the water.

After careful consideration, I was eager to show him that I wasn’t a stuck-up bitch. I stood, taking off my clothes slowly. I left them on the rock and dived into the water. There we were, both floating in the water looking at one another. The moment was intimate, something I wasn’t familiar with. To break the silence, I put my head under the water but instead gave myself a shock when I saw his naked body.

I quickly resurfaced, wide-eyed, and as he looked at me with a dimpled grin on his face, I turned away, trying to hide my crimson cheeks. He reached out and touched my face, making me blush even more. He probably wasn’t used to this, as I was. Being pale, this happened to me often, but having his dark complexion, as did most people in Greece, they wouldn’t get the embarrassment of flushed cheeks so easily. I suddenly realized that I didn’t care. His perfect body was drawing me in. Begging for me. I looked up at him once more as he stared at me, his almost-black eyes drawing me in. His hand began to move to my hair, his fingers tangling into its wet texture. His other hand fell around my waist, pulling our bodies as close as two could be. The water made me glide into his arms with ease, and to my surprise, I felt a sudden boost of confidence and pushed my lips against his. What I didn’t expect was for him to kiss me back. First he kissed me gently, and then fervently.

Our naked bodies pressed together, making my stomach clench. As my skin felt hot to the touch, all I wanted was for him to grab me, take me to my villa and have his way with me for hours. I dug my nails into his back as the kiss grew more intense. His hands slid all over my body, from shoulders to legs. I placed gentle kisses on his neck back to his mouth. Why did I wait this long to experience this? how had I missed out on all these bewildering feelings for the past nineteen years of my life? his kisses brought me back, making me feel lightheaded.

Swiftly, he put his arm under my back and swam. He pulled me onto the sand and lay me down. My heart raced as I tried not to pant. He crawled on top of me and under the witness of only the moonlight, we made love.


Back at my villa, I opened Skype in an attempt to call Lizzy. She didn’t answer, so I left a long, descriptive message filling her in on what had just happened. And just as I closed the chat window, my dad came in.

“Hey, honey, how was your day?” he uttered.

Remembering the hot, steamy escapade I had just endured, I flushed. “Not much, really, took a walk. That’s about it,” I stated, hoping he wouldn’t ask any more questions about it. If only he knew what his little girl had been up to, he probably would have had a heart attack.

“Sounds great, honey. So listen, I invited my work colleague and his family over for dinner tonight. They will be arriving shortly, so go get cleaned up and I’ll get started on dinner,” he suggested, as he headed into the kitchen.

I stood and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door, I let my clothes drop to the floor as I stepped out of them and into the shower. I turned on the water and threw my head back, letting the warm essence trickle down my body. I turned around and let the water run through my hair. Considering my recent endeavor, I thought it best to wash it with some shampoo, so I briefly got out to get my vanilla scented shampoo from my toiletries bag. I tousled my hand through my hair, even dispersing the product.

Thinking back, I realized I didn’t even ask my lovers name; nor did he ask mine. We were so immersed in our sexpedition, that we had skipped all basic formalities. Suddenly realizing I was no longer a virgin, I checked to see if anything looked different down there. Nope. I stepped out of the shower to peer in the mirror and see if I looked any different on the outside. I didn't. Getting back in, I turned and looked up at the double shower heads. A wicked grin appeared on my face as I thought about how hot it would be to shower with my mystery man. Another thought appeared, Dad was going to be away for work during the day, like most days. Maybe I would bump into my Greek lover again tomorrow, and the next day and the next.

Basking in post-orgasmic lust, my thoughts were interrupted when my dad called out my

name. “Darcy, our guests will be here any minute. Hurry up and get out of there.”

I turned off the water and stepped out, wringing my hair out and putting it up in a top-knot with a towel, following with the rest of my body. Wrapping the towel around myself, I stepped out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, making my way to my room. I heard my dad's voice. Turning to face him, I spotted people looking at me in surprise. Shit, the dinner guests. I ran into my room, embarrassed. Quickly throwing on a knee-length flowy dress, and putting my hair into a bun, securing it with an elastic that I had around my wrist. I stepped into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that.” I apologized and took a seat at the table. They smiled awkwardly at me but didn’t say anything.

“Darcy, this is my work colleague, Christos, his wife, Darlene, and their daughter, Sarah.”

“Hi.” I smiled at each of them. Sarah was beautiful with dark eyes, her lightly tanned skin seemed to have a glow to it. She had a slim figure, though she had a large bust atop her small frame. Slightly jealous of her good looks, I slumped in my chair.

“It’s nice to meet you, Darcy.” Christos smiled in my direction. “Our son Leo should be here any time now. He's coming from work.”

I smiled, politely asking where he worked.

“He does some work for our family business.” Christos said, as a knock sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it,” I said, standing to my feet. Opening the door, I was in shock and horror when I was instantly face to face with my sex buddy. He looked equally surprised to see me.

As I was about to say something, my dad walked up behind me. “You must be Leo. Come in.”

“Hi, sir, yes I am. Nice to meet you,” Leo said, reaching out a hand to shake my fathers.

“Please, call me Andrew,” my dad replied.

While they conversed, I stood there, mouth wide open. My dad walked back into the other room, leading the way. Leo pushed my bottom jaw back up before placing a kiss upon my lips, which were now void of colour due to my unease.

“What a nice surprise to see you again,” he said, grinning at me.

“You speak English?” I spoke in a loud whisper. He smiled a lopsided grin as a smirk escaped his lips. He brushed past me to walk into the common room. I was infuriated. Not only did he speak English, but he was working with my father!

Arms crossed, I followed his lead and sat back in my chair. I glared at him when he sat across from me.

My father was the first one to break the silence. “Leo, this is my daughter, Darcy. Would you mind showing her around the place sometime? if you have any time off from your busy schedule, that is? I’m at work most days, as you know, and would love her to have a chance to experience Greece while we are here. It would be nice for her to have a friend here too, so she doesn't end up moping around all day, talking with her friends on Skype instead of being out in the real world.”

Yeah, it's too late for that. He is much more than a friend. I thought, as his next words embarrassed me greatly. I glared in my father's direction, and Leo smirked at his blatant judgement of how I spent my time.

“I'd love to. I only work at the office four days a week. In fact, I practically had today off. Just did some work from home,” Leo replied, winking at me.

I nearly spat out my drink. Yeah, ‘work’. During dinner he snuck looks at me, and I at him. I picked up a bite of food and lifted it to my mouth, but just as I did, Leo stroked my leg with his bare foot. I choked, splattering my food everywhere.

“Are you okay, honey?” My dad quickly rubbed my back from his seat next to me.

“Yeah, Dad. Just went down the wrong way,” I leered at Leo who couldn’t mask his grin.

“Excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom,” I said grumpily, excusing myself and stalking off.