It was in the late 1980’s when Gary Welsh, a Paramedic in Abbottsford, was on holiday with a group of friends.
They were staying in an apartment on the northernmost
island of the Greek Cyclades archipelago, Andros.
It was a quiet island due to the fact that it was a
two-hour ferry ride from the mainland, but Jack thought it was worth it and the
lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up with some
familiar faces.
A group of Nurses from the Winston Churchill Hospital
in Abbottsford and among them was Alisha Beckwith a girl he had known at
school, in fact she was his first crush.
There had always been something smouldering between
them, although they had never been out together, they had come close once or
twice, but it never quite happened for them, but there they both were on the same
island at the same time and with no attachments, and it was apparent straight
from the start that there was still a spark.
An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and
burst alight with a kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day
which led inevitably to burning passion in his apartment where they made love
for the first time.
Gary stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her
stir as the afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it
shone through the billowing curtains.
Her hair was still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and
neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful
sweep from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect
roundness of sumptuous buttocks.
Alisha rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her
was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous
form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Alisha’s eyes opened
and she smiled the broadest smile when she saw Gary watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and
stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her supporting
herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display
until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form, the cascading black hair, down
the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He dwelt, naturally, on her firm breasts and proud nipples before continuing to
the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks before
reaching the thick black triangle and her long taught thighs either side.
He left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded clothing on the
floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches looking at him.
A radiant smile was illuminating her face with eyes that said “again please”
