3 wks in Greece Pt 2 MF, rom, cons 

Blue Aegean Part 2


       Anna collapsed in my arms and we lay awake watching the stars,
possibly drifting in and out of sleep until sunrise.  She was up
before me, beautifully naked in the morning light.  

	"C'mon Yank.  Let's go for a swim" pulling me off the seat and
onto the deck of the yacht.

	"Jesus, are you always this active at 5:00 A.M.?" I asked,
looking at the chronometer in the cabin.

	 "Only when I've spent the night like last night" she grinned,
diving over the side into the crystal clear water.  

	   It was an offer I couldn't refuse, so over the side I went.
The water, colder than I'd expected took some exposure to get used to,
but after a few seconds of adjustment was refreshing.  I swam a lap
around the boat and grabbing a mask from the swim platform, dove the
20 ft to the anchor, not for any particular reason.  Turning to come
back up the chain, I could see Anna treading water silhouetted against
the surface.  She was facing away from me looking toward the boat as I
surfaced talking to someone on board.  I came up slowly behind her and
clasped her around the waist as I surfaced.  She screamed and kicked
for a moment, startled, then relaxed as we floated together.  The
noise apparently wakened Tim and Yvonne as they came on deck, Tim in
swim trunks and Yvonne wearing Tim's shirt.  They joined Pam on deck
who of course was wearing just her bikini bottoms, her normal onboard
attire.  It didn't take them long to notice that we were naked which
caused some comments, to which we responded.

	      "No one's going to pollute this water with those foul
clothes!  Get them off & come on in!"  

	      It didn't take Pam any coaxing.  She was nude in a
heartbeat and treading water next to us.  Tim & Yvonne apparently had
a short discussion on the matter, but nevertheless followed suit,
first throwing a few life jackets in for flotation aids.  It was
therefore five naked people splashing and generally creating a ruckus
that Bill the eldest, heaviest sleeper and generally most conservative
of the group found as he came on deck.   Admonishing all of us for
waking him up, he stood in the companionway with a cup of coffee.   I
concentrated on Anna, who sharing a life jacket with me had started
doing some interesting exploring under the water when the sky suddenly
went dark and I looked up to see Bill's naked bum in the middle of a
forward flip.  Suddenly the world went stupid as Bill hit the water,
Anna and I were driven under, her with a firm grip on my rapidly
shrinking appendage.  We tumbled under the water a jumble of hands
arms, and legs, surfacing laughing.

	      "You asshole!" I sputtered grabbing the life jacket.
Bill just laughed and grabbed Pam pushing her under the water.   This
was not totally appreciated as Bill shortly thereafter cried out and
doubled over, reacting to a shot to the goolies.  Pam was not one to
trifle with.

		In the meantime Anna had acquired another float and
was floating face down on the mat.    Approaching from behind, her
legs half-stretched hanging in the water out framed a target just too
inviting to pass up.  Doing my best "Jaws" impersonation, I silently
dropped beneath the surface "Duh, Duh" swam quickly to where she was
quietly relaxing "Duh, Duh" and surfaced with a thigh on each shoulder
and my nose burrowing into that patch of close cropped fire red pubic
hair.  Anna's lack of surprise let me know she'd been expecting some
attention.  Just a few licks and a nibble on that pretty little pussy
had her juices flowing.  From there it was an acrobatic feat to climb
on the float and with a few further contortions Anna was on her back
with her legs tightly around my hips.  Thankfully we'd maneuvered to
the side of the boat away from the shore and the rest of our party.
Regardless, the motion in the ocean alerted Bill & Pam and it seems
our crew mates had climbed back on board to watch the action.  At this
stage I learned that either Anna was a bit of an exhibitionist or,
like myself,  just too involved to care, as we must have created one
hell of a picture.  I've always thought the missionary position was
almost ludicrous on it's own, but to see two people so coupled on a
French float in the middle of the bay must have been ridiculous.  I
can honestly say now that it was not a concern as this wild Swedish
redhead was all over me like a cheap suit.  We both came quickly, to
the applause of the gallery lining the rail, and laughing rolled over
still coupled into the blue Aegean. 

	  We slipped under the water and swam back to the boat.  The
town was beginning to stir along with activity on the few other
anchored boats.  We dressed, and headed into town for breakfast.  Anna
and Yvonne needed to get back to their hotel, and I still had a bum
diesel to get running.  I checked my pocket for the directions to "The
Engineer" whoever that might be.