It’s the thirtieth of September and today in London is a most spectacular sunny day. An unblemished blue sky, nineteen degrees.

I am lunching at my usual place after another grueling session with my personal trainer but when I think of it, only last week I was at a beach in Greece getting as much suntan as I can, forty-five minutes outside of Athens.

There is someone I enjoy very much traveling with.

He is Italian, excellent sense of humor, kindest man ever, generous, extremely pleasant to be with. The only thing we could not do this time is have sex.

His joke was: “The gods are punishing me because I am a married man.”

Fast forward…………. what I loved the most is not changing my behavior one iota. I’ve always loved to cuddle up to him, to touch him, to kiss his chest (he is six feet five inches tall) and as we walk along, to touch with my hand the small of his back. Inside the water, at the beach, I could touch his beautiful erection even in public, I can’t imagine the struggle he was going through because at the end of the day, on any day, this time, we were never able to truly consummate these amazing build ups of tension. But touching, I continued…….

We stood outside, under the sun, between the umbrellas (I picked for us a couple of deck chairs at the tail end of the beach), and if he stood with his back against the other guests I touched him not with my full hand, as I did under the water, but only lightly, with a finger. I loved to slowly trace a line upwards along his thigh, his swimsuit, to feel the long thick hardness of his dick under the material, it was beautiful……. we were entirely sun-kissed, my own kisses lovingly tracing other lines across his chest.

He walked away from me more than once when my behavior got a bit too “forward”, despite the fact that we were somewhat removed from everyone else. Soon though I’d find him, place my hand on his body again, and resume.

It is very magical to kiss a skin that’s not only sun-kissed but also sun-warmed, two natural elements that brought much pleasure to my lips, to my hands, to my body every time I pressed myself to him with a hug.

There is so much intimacy we can share all day long outside the bedroom. Closeness, laughter, affection. I must make a special note about laughter. We laughed so much. And here ladies and gentlemen I don’t wish to brag or offend anyone but the Italian sense of humor is impossible to beat. No end of interpreting our surroundings and ourselves with mirth and joke, I find this brilliant and think that there must always be laughter when two people are together.

Whenever we meet abroad he always rents a car. As he drives what I always love to do is massage his inner thigh, continuing to excite him. I love this a lot. Is it because between a man’s thighs is the blessed seat of testosterone and so we ladies are naturally drawn to it and excited by? I really feel the chemistry there. Through my left hand it coursed upwards flooding the rest of my body, turning me on. A beautiful slow and sensual massage, it never fails to arouse me.

Can a holiday be this good even without sex? Well…….. if two people are there yet getting to know each other and creating a bond…….. I will say yes. There is so much of our time together that I still find utterly delicious. Must have been damn frustrating for him but for me, I adored to be a temptress. My body ate, also without penetration. It has been a long time that I’ve been perfecting the art of love in its million infinite ways……….

However, the plan for next time is that as soon as we see each other there won’t even be a “hi, nice to see you again”. We’ll both go directly to the hotel room and fuck as much as we can, to make up for it. Yes this plan sounds perfect for me! Let’s fuck and make love until we can barely stand Mr S.

Now that we are both back in our respective countries I hope that you are still feeling my hand between your legs…. and to hear from you soon plotting another getaway.