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Because this occurred nearly a year ago and I’m no longer seeing the man in problem, I feel comfortable confessing that I betrayed him in Santorini while I was on a girls’ trip with one of my friends. In an effort to tan, we scheduled a trip to Santorini and spent the majority of it lazing by the pool without bikinis on.

During our first few days there, we were mostly left alone, but I occasionally got the impression that the men staying at our hotel were starting to stare as they went by us or the pool. Do you ever feel as though someone is keeping an eye on you?

I had sort of average sized boobs and both of my nipples were pierced, so I was sort of liking the attention people were giving my body as I lay in the sun. When I considered how I appeared to the mostly older men who were staying at the motel with their wives, I started to feel a little bit twisted.

During those early days, there was one person in particular I couldn’t help but turn to stare at. He was tall—possibly 6 feet 3 or 4—and well-built, with an olive complexion and dark features, and he was wearing these incredibly tight black shorts. Abs on display, and if I looked carefully enough, I believed I could see the outline of his dick through the fabric of his shorts.

We were able to make eye contact for a brief period of time as I caught him staring at my tits from across the pool and he caught me daydreaming and gazing at his body. He came over to where my friend and I were lying and, while conversing to me in French, a language I don’t know, followed by sort of awful English with a heavy French accent, he largely ignored my friend.

Even though I don’t speak French, I found his accent to be quite alluring. The combination of that and his beauty and provocative actions—touching my thigh and placing his hand on my leg while maintaining close eye contact, congratulating me on how gorgeous I was and how much he loved the way I was tan—was simply too much.

After thinking about my partner back home, I sort of felt I should tell this guy that I’m taken, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I decided to wait before returning the favor and let him continue to flirt with me. He gave me a couple of cocktails while we talked, and the alcohol only made the conversation go faster. He looked me in the eyes, spoke to me with a wonderful French accent, and before I knew it, his hand was gently placed on my hip as we lay face to face on the same sun bed. He was telling me how much he wished I lived in Paris so he could see me at all times.

Because I could see where this was headed and my mind was beginning to stray, I could feel myself becoming more and more wet as he spoke. I don’t know if it was the drink or just pure sexual hunger, but I had completely lost any memory of my partner, and I knew I had to have him.

I pulled him close and told him that we should go back to my room. He insisted that we go back to his, though.

Before I knew it, I was back in his apartment, leaning against the wall on the roof terrace balcony overlooking the ocean, giving him a passionate kiss while he ran his hands over my entire body, including my thighs, clit, and tits. He showed me his large, solid cock when I took down his shorts.

It was the first fresh cock I had seen since we started dating and was significantly larger than my boyfriend’s. I didn’t have time to measure it, but it seemed gigantic in my hands, and now that I think about it, I’d say he was around 7.5 to 8 inches thick. I could feel him throb and become firmer in my hands as he kissed me, and soon I couldn’t take it anymore. I moaned into his ear and gave him the go-ahead to fuck me.

He held me back against the wall by sliding between my legs as he shoved his dick into my vagina. He buried his body deep inside of mine by grabbing hold of my hair and pushing up against me. My entire body tingled because it felt so horribly tight.

He slid inside of me from behind, grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples around my piercings as he repeatedly pushed himself into me, his whole dick thrusting inside of me, and I could hear myself starting to whimper. I moaned repeatedly, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter on his dick as he fucked me before pulling out, grunting as he did so, bending me over the balcony

He pushed me to my knees, turned me around, and stroked my clit while sucking my nipple before sneaking up behind me and fucking me dog. He drew me back onto him and completely submerged himself inside of me—deeper than I could recall ever being fucked before. His strong hands grabbed my hips and slid me on and off the tip of his dick, and I felt amazing. I rolled all over his dick, losing control of my orgasm and letting out a loud, high-pitched groan. He felt me tighten and contract as he continued to slowly fuck me. He then pulled out and licked up my sperm as he ran his tongue over my clit. My legs began to tremble and shiver.

Even though I knew I couldn’t handle round two right away and was still so enraged that I needed him to cum for me as well, I knelt down and shoved his dick in my mouth. He pushed himself deeper into my throat while tasting my own cum on his dick as I tried to take his entire length into my mouth as I sucked him off with his hands running through my hair. As soon as his groans grew louder and louder, he lost control and pushed me once more onto his dick before putting his warm cum in my mouth and pouring it down my throat.

My friend was upset with me for leaving her by the pool alone and ignoring her all afternoon when I went back to my room shortly after that. She asked what had happened, and I said that we had just had a drink and talked, but I was pretty sure she could tell that I had just been fucked. On that trip, I never saw the man again, so I assume he left that evening. It’s too bad because I would have gone back for more if I had. My friend never inquired about it after that, and my boyfriend was never informed. I still think about getting fucked on that balcony occasionally.

NSFW: yes

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