Greek vacation

Greek Vacation. Last year, I somehow stumbled upon a last-minute trip to Greece, and without much thought, succumbing to my friends' persuasion, I agreed. I took a two-week vacation, packed a bag, and soon I was on a plane. It was my first time in Greece, and I had no idea what awaited me.

We were delivered to the hotel promptly, but right there, my first disappointment and regret about this whole trip idea awaited me. The hotel informed me there were no vacancies—peak season. My booking had already been considered "expired," and they weren't expecting my arrival. I regretted my trip a thousand times over.

— Well, what are the options?" I asked the elderly Greek man, quite nervously.

— We can put you up for a couple of days in a two-room suite, and you can stay there for now. I think the owners won't mind.

This option, of course, didn't suit me at all, especially since I had paid for a single room, but what choice did I have. Leaving my bags at the reception, I went to the restaurant, had a hearty dinner, drank a glass of beer, and returned. A hotel employee, taking my bag, led me to the room. On the way, he explained that two people were staying in the bedroom, and I could temporarily settle in the living room on the sofa. No one was in the room. Pointing his palm at the closed doors, the employee clarified:

— Here's the bedroom, this is the bathroom and toilet, and here's your part, the sofa, the bed. The owners are probably out. They'll be late. Have a good night.

I was left alone. The situation wasn't cheerful. Being a guest in someone else's house and in a foreign country: this wasn't the vacation I dreamed of. But since it happened, I'd have to accept it and endure. I made the bed and went to the bathroom. The room was quite spacious. A pile of women's cosmetics was laid out on the table, and hanging in the shower stall was what caught my attention the most. I was an avid fetishist and had a good collection of women's lingerie at home, which I myself wore whenever I had the chance. So, this was a bra of the third or fourth size, made of thin lilac satin with a row of ruffles in a darker color along the entire bottom of the bra. Matching it, panties—a thong of the same color and with the same wide ruffles on the waistband and hips—hung nearby. I felt the bra cups with my fingers, took down the panties, and brought them to my face. They smelled of a woman's body. My cock twitched, and I felt it begin to rise. Lowering the panties, I inserted my already firm cock into them and slid the fabric along the shaft a few times. My cock reacted instantly, but fearing detection, I stopped in time and returned the panties to their place. "Probably some young couple is vacationing here," I thought, lying down in bed. It was late, and the long journey was taking its toll on my fatigue. I fell asleep quickly.

I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up from some commotion in the next room. So, the owners had returned and were in the bedroom. Straining my hearing, I listened to the rustling, which then turned into female moans. My sleep vanished as if by magic. "Looks like the guy is screwing the owner of the satin bra." I began to picture the scenes happening in the bedroom. My cock tensed and demanded release. Under the cover of the moans reaching me, I tiptoed to the bathroom, took the hanging bra and panties, and quickly returning, ducked under the blanket. My heart was pounding wildly from the extremity of the situation and from excitement. Under the blanket, I covered my chest with the bra cups, wrapped the panties around my cock, and burning with impatience, began to masturbate with the satin panties. The moans behind the door intensified and turned into female cries, which seemed to me to be doubled, but I paid no attention to that. The satin of the bra pleasantly caressed my nipples, and the panties slid easily along my cock. Just in time, moving the panties aside, I released a stream right into my own underwear. Only when my body completely relaxed after the wave of tension did I listen. Behind the bedroom door, there was silence. There, the process had also ended. But how could I return the lingerie unnoticed? Deciding to wait a bit, I quieted down and closed my eyes. Fatigue overcame me, and I fell asleep.

I woke up to a female voice addressing me:

— Hey, man, where are my panties?

I flinched, opened my eyes, and saw a tall, slender girl in a pink peignoir in front of me, through which voluminous breasts were visible. I lowered my gaze to myself and saw that the bra was still lying on my chest. Silently, I extended my hand from under the blanket, holding the lilac panties. She also silently pulled the bra off me, took the panties, and went into the bathroom. I was in a panic; sounds of movement were coming from the bedroom. What would happen when the husband came out of the bedroom? I lay as if paralyzed, feeling only the pulsing veins on my temples. But after a couple of minutes, another girl came out of the bedroom. Also a blonde and approximately the same height, in short shorts that hugged her voluminous buttocks and a T-shirt. She stopped in the middle of the living room and silently looked at me. At the same moment, the second one came out of the bathroom in a light white sundress. Seeing them together, I noted that they were strikingly similar. Glancing at each other, the girls silently left, and I remained lying on the sofa. Thoughts were jumbled in my head. My neighbors were twins, and moreover, lesbians. Calming down a bit, I got up and headed to the bathroom. The girls, without embarrassment, had scattered their things here: a pink peignoir, panties, and a bra. But fearing to get caught again, despite the desire, I didn't even touch them. Locking the room, I went to have breakfast and spent the whole day on the beach.

In the evening, burning with shame and cursing my carelessness, I returned to the hotel. First thing, I went to the reception and asked if any rooms had become available. The answer was negative; I even offered money, but they couldn't help me. Reluctantly, I dragged my feet to my room. Opening the door and entering the living room, I looked around. It was quiet in the room, only a faint light seeped through the bedroom door. I noticed that my bag with my things, which had been standing next to the sofa, was gone. Quietly, without attracting attention, I went into the bathroom. It was already tidied up, and a note lay on the table: "We forgive you, but you'll play with us tonight. Don't look for your things; put on what's in the bag. We're waiting for you in the bedroom. Ira and Sveta "

Slowly and carefully opening the bedroom door a crack, I saw a large double bed on which Irina and Sveta lay, covered up to the waist with a blanket. They were passionately kissing, lying on their sides face to face, massaging each other's bare breasts with their hands. The girls' light hair was spread across the pillows. Standing in the doorway and watching this scene for about three minutes, I got very aroused. The head of my cock was already trying to escape from the panties.

— And here's our little thief," said Ira, breaking away from Sveta's lips. She had already turned onto her back and was massaging her swollen nipples with her finger.

— Nice outfit, join us," Sveta continued, patting the blanket with her palm. With a hesitant step, I approached the bed and lay on my back right between them. And then two pairs of hands began to explore my body, stroking my stomach and thighs through the thin nylon of the slip. I lay with my eyes closed, completely surrendering my body to the gentle hands, feeling the hot, soft blanket warmed by passionate female bodies with my back and buttocks. And then someone's fingers, pushing the slip up, began to stroke my shaft through the panties. I sighed languidly and opened my eyes slightly. Irina was sitting between my legs in those very lilac panties I had used yesterday and was stroking my groin. And Sveta lay next to me in blue silk pajama shorts with a small white floral pattern. With one hand, she began to squeeze and stroke the cups of my bra, and with the other, she slipped into those very shorts and began to vigorously massage her clitoris. Meanwhile, Irina, lowering the waistband of my panties under my scrotum, ran her palm along my rod, which twitched at the touch. Fingers squeezed the soft flesh and stopped. Then they pulled the skin forward a bit and returned. These movements began to repeat with mechanical precision. I accepted this rhythm and, closing my eyes, surrendered to the sensations, wanting to prolong this bliss as much as possible. But suddenly Irina's hand stopped, and my cock plunged into a warm and wet mouth. A tongue began skillfully performing tricks on my head. I groaned. Sveta leaned towards me, grabbed my lower lip with her lips, and began to suck, while her hands wandered over my chest and stomach. I could no longer hold back, and a release ran through my body. Sveta continued to cover my neck and earlobe with kisses. Irina got up from the bed, and I, embracing Sveta, rolled over and found myself on top of her. I began to kiss her full breasts and swollen nipples. Sveta placed her palms on my shoulders and gently pushed me down. Understanding her gesture, I got on my knees, crouched, and pressed against her blue shorts. The satin in the middle was wet, standing out as a darker spot against the general background. I buried my lips in that spot and, finding the coveted bump, began to work on it with my tongue. Irina positioned herself behind me. She pulled the hem of my slip up onto my back and stroked my buttocks. Then she grabbed the back strap of the thong and, pulling it, began to massage my anus. Meanwhile, the front part of the panties rubbed against my cock, causing it to begin to enlarge again. Slipping my palms under Sveta's buttocks, I squeezed them through the slippery silk and worked my tongue actively. And Irina, wetting her finger with saliva, inserted it into my anus. Caressing the inner lining with her finger, she stroked my cock with her other hand. I had a raging erection; my penis became simply rock-hard. Sveta moaned under the onslaught of my tongue, which penetrated her wet slit along with the silk. Irina removed her finger, and I felt something harder breaking into my anus. Grasping me by the waist, Irina began to confidently fuck me with a strap-on. Sveta, clutching my head with her hands, let out a drawn-out howl and convulsed. I reached out and grabbed her breasts, burying my face in the silk shorts and focusing only on my own sensations. The inhaled aroma only intensified my arousal. With each thrust, I squealed like a girl. My cock strained to break free from the thin thong; the garters of the stockings slid down to my knees. Feeling the approaching orgasm, I began to move myself to meet the strap-on and, matching an amplitude similar to Irina's rhythm, I, grabbing the fabric of the shorts with my teeth, came violently right into the panties. I had no strength left. Irina, making a couple more thrusts, smoothly removed the strap-on. I crawled aside and stretched out at the edge of the bed. I lay on my back, legs spread wide, eyes closed, and only heard Irina unstrap the strap-on and, taking off her panties, threw them on my face. Lying completely exhausted, I inhaled the scent of the damp panties and lightly caught them with my lips. And Sveta, meanwhile, was licking Irina's pussy, who, with languid moans and thrusts of her hips, arched the mattress beneath her. Only now did I feel that the bra was squeezing my chest very tightly and hindering my breathing. But that was a trifle compared to what had happened to me in that hour. "Maybe I shouldn't change rooms, but spend the vacation with the girls?