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The following is a true story, it happened roughly twenty years ago.
At the time, I was only nineteen years old.
My father had surprised us all with an all-expenses paid trip to Greece. This was extended to the whole family and included me, my mother, my twelve year old brother, my sixteen year old sister and my twenty two year old cousin Angelica.
I remember being particularly excited and was anticipating plenty of time lounging about on the beach, hiding behind my aviators whilst gazing upon bikini clad women. It was all I could fantasize about. Little did I know, there would be very little time for fun and relaxation. My father had put together a very detailed itinerary for the three month holiday and it was next to impossible to get any sort of time to myself. In short, the six of us would be inseparable the whole time.
We first arrived in Athens and were greeted by one of my father’s non-English speaking cousins, who seemed oddly excited to meet us for the very first time. My father was the only one who really spoke the language so all I could do was nod and smile. From there, we found ourselves in a small apartment overlooking a busy, congested city street. Sleeping bags were set up all over the living room floor and we’d all be sharing one bathroom, which, I might add, we weren’t allowed to flush down toilet paper, so to me, the whole apartment reeked of excrement. To top it off, it was hot. Unbelievably so.
We found ourselves doing all the touristy things: we visited the Acropolis and saw all the ancient ruins. We went from café to café and ate and ate until we couldn’t move.
Once we were done at Athens, my father declared that we’d be visiting his old village. He was keen to show off the house he grew up in. So, he hired a small Renault minivan and we found ourselves huddled, rather uncomfortably for the eight hour drive out to the middle of fucking nowhere. My father’s village was remote, it was small and it was quaint. The only people that remained in the village were north of seventy and seemed to spend all day sleeping.
It was quiet, overwhelmingly so.
My father’s childhood home was tiny. It was a one bedroom shack with an outhouse and although our surroundings were picturesque, the amenities were quite limited. There was only one convenience store in the village and it was only opened every other day, to top it off… it was only open for three or four hours at a time. I soon found myself going insane. There was no internet. There was no television. There was literally nothing to do. Me and my siblings struggled in this environment, where my parents really seemed to find their peace. It was wildly frustrating and infuriating. In addition, I fought constantly with my siblings and my cousin. It actually felt like I was suffocating, with no privacy, no alone time and nothing at all, remotely entertaining to do.
By the end of the third week there, my father declared that he’d actually had another surprise for us. We’d be spending following two weeks in a resort near Thessaloniki. This was actually a godsend and was what I was praying for the whole time. I really just wanted some time on a beach. To feel the sand between my toes, to gaze over bikini clad women, it was what I really longed for.
So, a six hour drive later and we found ourselves at the Santa Beach Resort.
It was well and truly paradise, situated right on the beach with everything you’d expect from a luxury five star resort. It was Grecian themed overwhelmingly palatial and pompous. As soon as we arrived in the lobby, we were greeted by staff with cold beverages. From there, we checked into our rooms. My parents got their own room. My cousin Angelica got her own room. Unfortunately, I’d be sharing a room with my brother and sister. To make matters worse, there were only two single beds in the room, which meant that one of us would be sleeping on the couch. I drew the short straw and ultimately ended up straining my neck on the first night.
It was pure agony and extremely painful to move. My brother and sister of course, were indifferent to my discomfort and left me on my own.
The pain eventually subsided after two days and by this point, I was in such an unpleasant and foul mood, beyond irritated and annoyed by my family. Because of my poor behavior, I got no sympathy from anyone and was actually scalded quite a lot by my parents.
On the second last day there, I decided to take a break from my family and told them, rather bluntly that I would be spending the day alone on the resort. I’m sure they were istanbul travesti also quite sick of my unpleasant mood swings and thus, gave me the space I needed. So on that fateful day, for the first time in the Mediterranean, I slipped on a pair of swimming trunks and headed out to the resort pool, alone.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful backdrop. The resort pool was surrounded by deck chairs and there was an unattended bar in the very far corner of the pool area. Over the horizon, you could see the beach and the clear blue ocean. So, when I waddled out to the pool area, it was no surprise to find that it was mostly empty. Clearly, almost everyone staying in the resort had opted to enjoy the beach as opposed to a body of water riddled with chemicals.
But for me, this was all I needed.
So, I set up, finding a deckchair and decided to lounge about all alone. Before too long, I found myself drifting off.
I awoke roughly forty minutes later to chatter nearby. I looked to my left only to notice a group of young women on the far side of the pool, deep in conversation. There were four of them and were all dressed in skimpy little bikinis that left very little to the imagination. I was never good at picking up dialects, but I made the assumption that they were either German or French. Three were brunette, one was blonde. All four of them had bodies sculpted to perfection, I came to the conclusion then and there that they had to have been professional models or at the very least part of some sort of amateur light-weight body building troupe. One of them caught me staring and like a deer in headlights, I quickly turned away. I heard hushed murmurs and further chatter, clearly directed at me. A few seconds later, they’d gotten up and left.
My ears burned in embarrassment, realizing that I was ogling them and that they’d made the decision to leave based on my unwanted suggestive gaze.
Shaking it off, I decided to go for a swim. So, I got up from my deckchair and decided to head over to the diving board. With that, I dove into the pool. To say it was invigorating, would have been an extreme understatement.
As I reached the surface, I let out an audible gasp as I tried to compose myself before heading out of the water, eager to take another dive. Slowly, I emerged from the pool and as soon as my skin was exposed to the wind, I realized then and there, that I was completely naked. My trunks had slipped off me during the dive.
I anxiously covered myself, scanning my surroundings. Thankfully, I was all alone.
Frantically, I scanned the pool in search for my trunks.
In the far distance, I could hear a crowd approaching. Terrified, I jumped back into the pool, desperate to hide my nudity from whoever was coming. Thankfully, I soon spotted my swimming trunks and managed to save them from being sucked into the pump. Working quickly, I managed to put them back on, just in the nick of time as a group of elderly tourists emerged from the lobby, setting up their beach towels nearby.
Letting out a deep winded sigh of relief, I made the decision to retreat back up to my room. Suddenly, I wanted, more than anything, to fondle myself. So I emerged from the pool and headed back into the lobby.
I didn’t even bother to grab my towel, I headed back inside, glistening, dripping wet. I just had to get out of there.
I found myself in the elevator, deep in a daydream. All too suddenly, I was taken out of my daze by two young bikini clad women entering. These were the same girls from the pool earlier. Up close, they were even more intoxicating. They were tall, overwhelmingly go. Both of them towering over me. The brunette was shapely, with toned arms, a huge bubble butt and a toned flat stomach. The blonde had a more traditionally athletic physique and her bronzed body was covered in a series of small tattoos. Both looked me up and down before looking back at each other with knowing smirks. They began whispering and chuckling amongst themselves, occasionally glancing over at me. It was surreal and it almost felt like they were laughing directly at me. It was almost as though they were sharing a dirty joke, “petit delicate” one of them said, “si, petit et si doux” said the other.
I awkwardly smiled at them.
This oddly caused them to erupt in laughter, “petite chose est courageuse” said the brunette in between fits of laughter.
It was clear to me that they were French students, but it didn’t really compute with me that they were indeed laughing at me. I awkwardly looked back istanbul travestileri at them, maintaining that awkward smile.
Eventually, their laughter died down as they fell into each other’s arms. Both maintained a wide eyed grin, whilst leering at me, both red faced and giddy. “Hallo” said the brunette in a thick French accent, “petite” added the blonde as she continued to giggle.
“Uhh, hello” I responded.
More awkward silence followed.
It was clear that the blonde didn’t speak a word of English. The brunette leaned forward and extended her hand, “Clara” she said, introducing herself.
“Uhh…. Andrew” I nervously responded, shaking her hand.
“Jaqueline” the blonde said, extending her hand, “si petite” she added, chuckling to herself.
“You uhh…” Clara began, “you here, alone?” she asked whilst maintaining that wide eyed grin.
“Urm, yes. I am. I’m all here alone” I responded, lying. I had no idea where this was going, but I sure as hell wanted to find out. After all, I was an able bodied young man all alone with two half dressed women. In my mind, I was being courted. I clearly wasn’t thinking straight.
As all this was going through my mind, Clara put forth a proposition that completely shook me to my very core, “you, umm… you come to our room?” she said batting her eyes at me.
In that moment, I felt my heartbeat in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had to be sure, so I responded, “Do I want to come to your room?” I asked, hoping to reconfirm.
Jacqueline laughed some more, “petite chose pense qu’il a de la chance” she said aloud. I had no idea what she was saying, but I could tell both were amused as soon as she said it.
Clara smiled, nodding before saying “Oui”
“Urmm, yeah. Sure. Of course!” I responded enthusiastically.
Clara leaned back as Jaqueline literally fell into her arms, trying to compose herself, “We just want to… take photo… with you” Clara added with a wide eyed grin. I didn’t really think much of it at the time and it was clearly an odd request. But, when two babes, glistening in bikinis ask you back to their room in order to take ‘photos’ of you, only a fool would say no.
So, with a pep in my step, I enthusiastically followed them back to their room, optimistic I was well and truly going to get laid. I trailed behind as they powered on in front of me, continuing to giggle and chat amongst themselves in their native tongue, occasionally glancing back at me with knowing smirks. Jaqueline kept repeating the word “petit” in between fits of laughter. Carla would nod and emphatically agree before shooting me an overly excited toothy grin.
When I made it to their room, I was taken aback by how unkempt and messy everything was. There were open suitcases and clothes sprawled out all over the place with no particular order whatsoever. But, in that moment, I didn’t really care. I had two babes making a fuss over me and even though I had no idea what they were saying, I was eager to be there.
They wasted no time in positioning me in the center of their room, facing the balcony. From my vantage point, I had a magnificent view of the beach and the ocean down below.
Given the fact that this was 2005, there were no smart phones. I myself had an old Motorola at the time and even though it had a camera, the quality was poor.
I was actually quite surprised when Carla actually extracted a small Nikon digital camera and began snapping photos of me. All the while, Jacqueline continued to laugh and drop little comments in French here and there, “petit” she’d keep saying, “fausse confiance” she said at one point.
Carla maintained that wide eyed grin as she snapped photo after photo.
I had no idea what they expected of me, so I decided to play the fool and pose. This of course, made them laugh and laugh some more. Their beauty was simply intoxicating. I loved gazing upon their bronzed, toned bodies as they paced around me, circling me as Clara continued to take photos. All the while, they continued to talk and comment amongst themselves. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what they were saying, but it was clear that they were having fun and that they were amused by me.
Jaqueline stood next to me and posed. I wrapped my arm around her and smiled. Carla snapped a few more photos.
Then they switched. Jaqueline took some photos of Carla posing with me. Feeling confident, I draped my arm over her shoulder and leaned in, giving her a peck on the cheek.
This was met with travesti istanbul more laughter.
I struggled to understand in that moment why that was so funny. But, like a fool, I stood there grinning like an idiot as they laughed and laughed some more at my expense. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Clara leaned into me and caressed my cheek, tenderly, but almost mockingly. “we now do photo….” She began, struggling to compose herself, “you be naked?” she asked.
My eyes must’ve bulged out of my sockets. I’m sure they saw it too as they both stood back, bracing themselves. Jacqueline fell into Clara’s arms, looking on in anticipation.
I must admit, in that moment, I made the assumption that I was going to get laid. This is the type of thing that you’d read about in Penthouse magazine. I simply couldn’t believe my luck. In my mind, I was going to shag like a god, both at the same time. I had convinced myself in that moment, that this was indeed, going to be the very best day of my life.
So, with a sudden surge of unfounded confidence, I inhaled sharply and, without a second thought, I lowered my swimming trunks down to the ground, standing completely naked before Clara and Jaqueline.
More laughter followed.
Jacqueline could hardly contain herself. “c’est une femme!” she announced before collapsing to the ground, laughter flowing from within. Her face turned red as she erupted, laughing at my expense.
Clara was more contained. She snickered, amused before holding up her camera. “smile” she said as she continued to snap photos of me, now naked.
I had no idea how to pose, or what the hell was actually happening around me. So I stood there, awkwardly, smiling like an idiot as Clara proceeded to take photos of me in my exposed and vulnerable state.
Jaqueline eventually calmed down to the point where she inserted herself into the photo, standing beside me, posing whilst maintaining that amused wide eyed grin. In one of the photos, she pointed to my privates. In another, she gave a ‘fake-mock-pout’. All the while, she and Clara continued to chatter and giggle, unwavering. Clearly talking about me as if I were an object, just there for their amusement. “un si petit penis” I heard Jacqueline comment.
All I could understand was the word ‘penis’ and at that point, was still expecting something of a sexual nature to take place.
Again, Clara handed her camera to Jaqueline as she wanted to be in some of the photos.
Clara draped her arm around my waist and smirked, also drawing attention to my exposed peter. More photos were snapped, more laughter ensued. Before too long, she broke away from me as the two reconvened in the corner of the room, reviewing the photos they’d taken with their digital camera.
I stood there in the center of the room, naked, awaiting further instructions.
After what felt like an eternity, Clara met my gaze with an evil grin, “merci…” she said, “you can go” she added, before motioning for me to leave.
The whole ordeal left me feeling confused and slightly embarrassed.
I had no idea what the hell their game was, or why they’d dragged me up to their room, just to take naked photos of me. “But….” I began, conflicted, dejected and a little distraught, “but, why? What was all this about?” I asked, foolishly.
Jaqueline maintained that crystal wide eyed grin. Clara looked down at my tackle and snickered.
“we saw that you…. have little penis…. like little boy” Clara said, her eyes meeting mine as she flicked her tongue over her upper lip, “we just want to take photo…. to show everybody.”
Out of instinct, I looked down at my flaccid little member. It indeed was tiny. Just a pink little fleshy flap of skin and I realized then and there, just how unimpressive it looked to them. I then realized, that they’d clearly seen my ‘accident’ back at the pool. They saw just how small and un-masculine my reproductive organ was. It amused them beyond comprehension and all they really indented was to mock and ridicule my lack of endowment.
Suddenly, I felt smaller than I ever had in my entire life.
I was quick to pull up my swimming trunks as my ears burned in deep humiliation.
Laughter took over once more as I was quick to retreat. Their laughter echoed in my ears and I practically bolted out of their room, beyond humiliated. The whole experience left me feeling like a weak, defeated shell of a man.
I never saw Clara or Jaqueline again but I’m sure they shared photos of their encounter with me. I’m sure they all had a good laugh at my meager little bits with the rest of their friends. I spent the rest of the holiday, paranoid that I’d bump into them again. I’m sure I heard snickers, whispering and laughter wherever I went, although I’m sure it was all in my head.
The whole thing left me an emotional mess.
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