[Straight Sex] Ants on the beach

[RBoddy]

I still can't believe what happened to me these past few weeks; what I do know though is that I will keep these events in my mind until the day I physically expire. Bear with me guys as I try to order my thoughts and reflect on life’s twists and turns, I am still in the psychological state where things have not really sunk in yet, if you know what I mean... Let me try to put recent events in perspective: This year for me - as for most people I guess- was totally shit. I lost my job and despite trying to get back into the market as soon as possible, I didn't experience any success. The problem was that at least where I was based there were no posts and interviews available, nothing! I started considering moving to the Far East or the Gulf until a spurious opportunity came up through an acquaintance of a friend of mine, who offered me a teaching position at a private school in Greece. I was reticent at first but afterwards realised that if things didn't work out I could return home more easily and my family back in the UK would not feel losing me due to the distance involved (Greece is only 3 hours away by plane unlike China thats more like 10 hrs+). I had some doubts because I had read the reports about Greek economic problems, but my friend stressed that the pivate education sector was not affected by the current crisis; on the contrary private education down there was expanding year on year he said. I went down there, met the owners and thought they looked like a decent, honest and interesting bunch. Money was considerably less than my salary at home, but the hours were according to the provided timetables far less than what I thought usual; I was also given a special account to meet the costs towards rent and bills, which again turned out to be very cheap (by home standards at least)... Now I need to stress that despite having a doctorate and having spent considerable time at university, I had not taught at high school level. I decided that this job could be a new and far more interesting chapter in my life and gave everything towards preparing for the course and in trying to devise ways to make the courses I would be teaching throughout the year interesting to the students. I got so much into the process that my new bosses thought I was nuts not to go for a swim during August - you have to realise that in Greece August is a holy month, the heat gets unbearable and everybody takes some days off to go for a swim; there is also a very big religious holiday at the middle of the month so you get the picture, everything slows down to a standstill... Anyway, I finished preparing for the modules and got everything sorted 2 weeks before the beginning of the actual term (ie last week). Feeling a bit tired I decided to take off and go for a swim; my boss recommended a place 2 hours away from the city and let me borrow his son's car. Driving on the other side of the road really took some time adjusting to but eventually I got the hang of it. I got to the recommended location without any problems primarily because the place belonged in part to a big holiday resort with a reputation for excellent service and an upmarket clientele. I wasn’t looking for a room there for budget reasons, so I got a tiny room at a village close to the road leading to the resort. The beach was amazing, very fine white sand, crystal clear blue and emerald waters with a thick pine forest reaching down to the beach dunes providing a natural barrier to winds and prying eyes. It was perfect... The only irritant in this idyllic setting was the hotel's beach bar perched on the top of a dune; the design and decoration of the place was very well thought out, the drinks and overall service were excellent but the music was too loud for my taste. I asked the waiter whether the music could be turned down a bit and she came back to inform me that that would be impossible due to a private function scheduled to start very shortly. Apparently one of the captains of industry in Greece, had hired this place that afternoon for his daughter and her friends. This being September with low tourist numbers the hotel owners jumped at the chance of hosting the function for obvious reasons. Sensing my frustration, the waiter suggested that I walk down the endless beach and find a place to relax away from the spoiled brats and the paparazzi that would follow them; according to the information she volunteered the waters were even better half a mile down the beach and even more quiet. The waiter said that some people would go hiking and jogging down the beach from the hotel and return once they had reached the forest and a series of rocks. I took her advice and went to investigate. Apparently that part of the beach could not be commercially exploited because it belonged to an old hospital ran by the Greek church. According to the posted signs, no commercial buildings and no roads were allowed making this place accessible only from the beach. The hospital was not operational, one could see the derelict buildings from afar. Other than that, flora-wise the area was paradisiac, wild, untamed... It was a perfect spot and I kept going there for the next four days. I even stripped off my kit and enjoyed sunbathing and swimming naked. On the third day, I noticed a woman walking down the beach coming towards my spot. When she reached it, she briefly looked at me, nodded and smiled timidly, and kept on walking disappearing from view only to pass by again on her way back. She walked topless but her tanlines and the fact that she was holding her bikini top on her right hand indicated quite clearly that she didn't sunbathe topfree at the hotel. She was in her mid-to late-thirties with short auburn hair, with some extra pounds and with small, but very nice, breasts. I was drawn to her hip-thigh region though that was very wide and yet firm. I tried to be discreet when she passed, I pretended to read a magazine trying not to give her the impression that she was being ogled by a stranger. Apparently my effort to be polite worked: The following two days when she turned up she would smile but this time she would say 'hello' to me only to keep on walking down the beach... The day after that I noticed that she would walk down the beach towards my spot without her bikini bottoms either. This happened for two days. On the third day, having decided to talk a bit more with her, I asked her how things were further down the beach. In the beginning she seemed to be surprised at the question, but eventually she responded in the same friendly way we had been saying 'hello' to each other. She said the beach further down was not that different from my spot, but it did reach some rocks that made it impossible to continue. Upon saying this, she asked me if it would be ok for her to stay on ‘my’ stretch of the beach, she said she asked because she didn’t want to invade my privacy – I was impressed by her attitude, she seemed genuinely concerned not to intrude and she appeared to actually mean it. I could only say yes to her question of course. To be honest, while I was enjoying the beach and the water, I found the silence of the place after a point a bit eerie. Introductions followed and she told me she was from Copenhagen. We settled down and just talked about the hotel and its guests as well as some local events taking place in the wider area. Hannah had a refined sense of humour and one could see that she was enjoying her surroundings while demonstrating also an intimate knowledge of the various flowers, trees and bugs around us. I enjoyed talking with her because even when silent there was no awkwardness if such a thing makes sense... Anyway, we agreed to meet the following day. When I got there she had been already sunbathing; she looked perfect with her tanlines fading away. We chatted a bit, swam a bit and after that I dozed off due to a long night fighting mosquitoes in my room at the nearby village. I enjoyed my sleep but at some point I thought I heard a bit of a snigger from her side; being very tired from the previous sleepless night I didn’t pay much attention to that sound. It was only when I tried to turn around that it dawned on me what had actually had happened. While asleep I had become erect with my throbbing penis attracting the attention of a couple of beach ants that proceed to move from my left leg all the way up to my scrotum. One of the ants was quite bold as well reaching the base of my shaft! Feeling something walking on my tender and hardest bits, I jumped up in a state of blind panic and started dusting myself, not least because in my somnolent state I thought that the culprit had been sand. The feeling of relief was overtaken by embarrassment when I realised that I was standing fully erect in front of the woman I had just met. I tried to cover myself but the erection died down only very slowly. She was giggling all the time, but that didn’t take the edge of the uneasiness I had been feeling. I apologised for the uncomfortable sight and she replied that it was ok, there wasn’t anything that she had not seen before except from the ants, a comment that made us both laugh a lot thereby taking the edge off the situation. The rest of the day went by without any other ‘mishaps’; we departed agreeing to meet up again the following morning. However, the next day she didn’t turn up; in the beginning I thought the reason for the no-show could no other than the ‘show’ I put on while asleep, a scenario I eventually rejected given that her response to the whole debacle had been quite light-hearted. The nagging doubts crossed my mind again the following day when again she did not appear. This time a German couple came by the beach only to return to the hotel once they hit the rocks. They didn’t say hi at all being apparently caught up in a heated discussion about something. I tried to cover up when I saw them but they didn’t acknowledge my presence at all... The following day the same happened with Hannah not turning up; the Germans did though and this time they had a dog with them running up and down the beach. Again the same ritual: They walked by without a nod or greeting. Just when the dog appeared to be getting inquisitive about me the man shouted something and the dog retreated to his side. Somehow I felt my privacy had been intruded that day. For the rest of the day, I swam and got some nice seashells. I dozed off again only to wake up in late afternoon by light rain. I returned to my room in the village in a foul mood.
The day before my return to the city, I woke up early in order to get some local delicacies and drinks from the village market for the folks back home. I got to the stalls and was engaged in some friendly banter with the locals when I felt a hand on my elbow. It was her! She offered to buy me Greek coffee and we sat down and chatted a bit. Apparently H. had to make an unscheduled trip to the city because her female friend with whom she had been travelling, had experienced a minor health problem and needed some extra medicine. She had missed the last bus to the village and had to stay overnight. It was nice to see her again and see find out that we were still on very friendly terms. I invited her to join me for some shopping and we had a blast. I bought the stuff I wanted but had not factored Greek hospitality. Every shopkeeper we met would offer us some drink, sometimes coffee, other times wine or retsina, and sometimes ouzo. Needless to say by the time we finished shopping we were both smashed. I paid a local lad to deliver everything at my room (it turned out he was the nephew of the guy that had let his room to me!) in order to go to the beach straight away. When we reached the place, there was no breeze and no sound from the forest. The waters were so clear and calm it was amazing! We settled down and tried to enjoy the peace and quiet, swimming and chatting. I felt very tired but knowing that if I dozed off a similar incident would recur I tried very hard to avoid sleeping. I didn’t succeed, the alcohol and the early morning rise had taken their toll on me – after half an hour my eyes closed and I felt very relaxed. I must have dozed for at least an hour, when I woke up she was sitting next to me smiling. She had placed her hand on my chest as if she wanted to sense my heartbeat. She told me a German couple had passed by, the Germans she said had been very shy if not outright prudish. When I asked why she looked at me and with a warm, soft whisper she said ‘you were asleep but very, very awake at the same time!’ – at which point I looked down only to notice my penis standing tall and hard once again and this time with no ants around! I didn’t say anything, I was feeling very uncomfortable but that all melted away because she said ‘ I love it when your cock is like this, you are very beautiful’, she started stroking me saying all sorts of things that made me even more excited. I never thought I would respond the way I did to her caresses and her words. I came so hard, my ejaculate reached her forehead and her hair at which point she let out a giggle. I didn’t lose my erection, something that impressed both of us. We spent the rest of the day making love in and out of the water. The body chemistry was amazing, the fit was so perfect and tight. We stayed at that beach until early evening. I must have come at least 6 times, she told me that she had never felt like this before and that she wanted to feel me inside her all the time. She followed me back to the village where we ate at a taverna and went back to my room to shower and make love again. We slept only to wake up in the middle of the night, sometimes with her taking me into her mouth, others with me tasting and licking her all over. I left early in the morning to go to the city for the first day of school tanned, relaxed and feeling an incredible connection with another person. She said she would join me in the city soon...
This year was so tough and so many things happened so quickly. I hope my new job turns out ok, but most of all I hope I see her again soon...

[apeyboy]

Paragraphs would make this easier to read

[xchange3]

Nice story, but a little paragraphing goes a long way. Also, couldn't agree more...the economy is beyond bad. Opportunities are scarce.

[xXroninXx]

iam sure its a great sory but the text wall is unreadable :S

[ai conomio]

When you said you had a doctorate and considerable time at the university, I couldn't help wondering how it is you don't know how to cut and paste without losing the formatting. Obviously you must know how to write a paragraph, so I know it can't be that.

[ginas1989]

I don't want to pile on... but I agree with the others. There are a lot of posts that I would LOVE to read, but if they don't utilize proper paragraphing I simply can't do it.

I have a large monitor and the text size is fairly small as a result which just exacerbates the issue with posts like this. So please RBoddy, and all other posters, take this into account when you post your stories as you'll get lots more people to read and respond to them that way and we ALL really do want to enjoy your work.

xxx
Gina

[RBoddy]

Originally Posted by ai conomio

When you said you had a doctorate and considerable time at the university, I couldn't help wondering how it is you don't know how to cut and paste without losing the formatting. Obviously you must know how to write a paragraph, so I know it can't be that.

Thats because of a life spent in the lab and with equations, rather than in a law or literature department I guess...
I see your point of course...

[RBoddy]

Originally Posted by ginas1989

I don't want to pile on... but I agree with the others. There are a lot of posts that I would LOVE to read, but if they don't utilize proper paragraphing I simply can't do it.

I have a large monitor and the text size is fairly small as a result which just exacerbates the issue with posts like this. So please RBoddy, and all other posters, take this into account when you post your stories as you'll get lots more people to read and respond to them that way and we ALL really do want to enjoy your work.

xxx
Gina

No problem Gina, the experience got the better of me. I wish I could squeeze everything into an algorithm or an equation as it would make things so much more short and to the point...

[jjanda_2000]

Originally Posted by RBoddy

Thats because of a life spent in the lab and with equations, rather than in a law or literature department I guess...

- No, can't be that. Anyone with a doctorate-level degree knows they can't be had without mastering the basics of punctuation and paragraph breaks.

Remember, Punctuation Saves Lives:

"Let's eat Grandpa!" ~ "Let's eat, Grandpa!"

[ai conomio]

You don't have a lot of writing experience because you are not in the Law School or Literature Department? I've been at the Univerity, worked in research at the University, have many friends at the University. I've never met anyone with a doctorate, or even with just a masters, who worked at the University and wasn't required to publish. It's publish or perish in fact. Peer reviewed journals - very demanding writing! I'm not talking about just one university either, I mean all of them. You do not even know what goes on at a University, much less hold a doctorate, so move your story over to the fiction section where it belongs, but add some punctuation before you do that.