Chapter 5

When you greet the Mediterranean sunrise first thing in the morning and the only people you see are the waifs and strays still heading home from the night before, you know it is going to be a good day. Andrew took the chance for a longer run and then a lazy, languid swim. He still wasn’t entirely sure he should be in the pool as there was no one else around so he took it easy. He did think it would be okay as the maximum depth was only six feet so even if he cramped at the deepest point he would be able to breath. But it was nice to laze back and forth across the pool, on his back watching the impossibly blue sky.

After his usual big breakfast Andrew decided to explore the island. Other than the trip along the buffer zone the previous weekend all he knew was the road between the resort and Nicosia. Looking at one of the many brochures lying around reception he decided to drive up to Mount Olympus, the highest point on Cyprus. At more than 6,000ft tall it was considerably higher than anything in the UK. The prospect of getting away from the beach, even just for the day was appealing and he hoped that that the trails to the top would be quiet and the views spectacular. The best laid plans and all that. He got lost. Twice. Andrew ended up having an early lunch in a lovely little town up in the mountains unfortunately overlooked by an enormous open cast, semi-terraced mine. The classic ‘giant having taken a bite out of the mountain’ look. But eventually he came to Mount Olympus. But although there may have been trails he drove to the top.

The Royal Air Force had a radar on the top of the mountain. So the views were great, as long as you didn’t look over your shoulder, but for quiet trails and tranquil scenery, not so much. Not that far away in the distance he could see another radar dome on the top of a nearby hill. So his plan for a quiet day in the mountains was rather shot. He headed south out of the mountains on a series of narrow winding roads and looped back to the resort. Andrew was disappointed in the day, he felt it had all been spent in the car. But he knew what was waiting for him.

Saturday evening started early and was 12 hours of debauched fun. They four women obviously had no secrets as Zilke followed Lilli’s script to the letter. She was not as skilled as Lilli but she had a secret weapon. When she opened her hand and gave Andrew the lube he started coming almost immediately. Zilke smirked, even with his dick in her mouth. When he was recharged Zilke was on the bed arse waggling impatiently. But she had been thorough in her preparations and so Andrew kissed, caressed and tongued her immaculately pink little arsehole. The lube was German but there was a picture of a strawberry on the tube so Andrew coated fingers and tongue as he took his time applying it. He could tell Zilke was enjoying the attention while still being impatient. He didn’t know what the German was for ‘at last’ but her evident pleasure at finally being buggered could not be hidden. Zilke only demanded he fuck her harder a couple of times, once he had the tempo she wanted she gave a thumbs-up and then just moaned into the pillow. When Andrew finally came he managed not to crush her as he slumped to one side. She too snuggled in beside him, just like Lilli, until they heard the knock of Konstanze.

“Can I come in?”

She didn’t even wait for Zilke to get the door and smiled when she saw the two of them lying on the bed.

“Ich bin dran.”

Andrew looked at her enquiringly.

“I told Zilke it is my turn.”

With a pout and kiss Zilke tagged Konstanze into the ring and headed out.

“I would like a repeat of two nights ago but I am still a little tender back there. Maybe in the morning.”

Andrew had to laugh. Once again he had no control over his sex life. And just to confirm that they all talked, Konstanze mimicked Rike from the night before. It was the ‘making love’ position, lots of kissing, although the fucking was in second or third gear as opposed to first gear from the night before. It was a lovely end to a debauched and tiring week. The two of them had showered and tidied up and were back in bed when with a knock on the door, Zilke showed back up. Once again slipping off her sundress Andrew was bookended by cuddly German barmaids.

He edged ever closer to a threesome the following morning. Konstanze was out on the balcony determinedly gazing out to sea while Andrew fucked Zilke one final time. It was a quickie fuck in the morning and she was up and away within minutes. She banged on the sliding door and waved at Konstanze before she left. Konstanze took Andrew through to the shower and after he had washed Zilke off him, sucked him hard before bending over the bathroom counter. When she came, and Andrew was pretty sure she faked it, they stopped. He was drained, and ached, in his balls especially and there was no need to carry on. Konstanze stood on the deck with him, watching the sun rise over the tops of the buildings.

“We had a good time, all of us. You should rest, there is a new batch of tourists arriving today.”

Andrew mock groaned and Konstanze kissed him for the final time. Making sure to lock his door, he had another shower before climbing back into bed. He grabbed an early lunch, once the departing guests had gone, before deciding what to do for the day. Playing tourist in the local area, Andrew walked into Ayia Napa and strolled round the town. As usual he had a long sleeved shirt on, his wide brimmed hat and trousers. Compared to the acres of skin on display he did rather stand out. And he cared not one jot. There was a boat trip advertised, taking people further along the coast. It seemed a harmless and relaxing way to spend the afternoon so after paying he went and found a spot where he had a good view but was out of the direct sun. It was the middle of August, the apex of the tourist season and the boat was packed before they set off. Andrew became totally guilty of people watching, and people listening, rather than enjoying the scenery. It was fascinating to hear and see everything going on. The moaning, the complaining about hangovers, the eyeing and sizing up of the other people. The moves, rebuffs, it was live theatre right there in front of him. He was at the front of the boat but in the shade, leaning back against a convenient rail. Now convenient for Andrew meant it was in the small or the middle of a smaller person’s back and he noticed one or two people try to lean against it like he was but finding it too uncomfortable.

Then the day just got even better. There were three of them, a couple and a single woman. All from India and guilty of making the assumption that no one understood or spoke Hindi. It was hilarious. They were catty, judgemental, jealous all in the first 10 minutes. Andrew was fighting hard to not laugh at some of their comments. In fact he had to turn away so that they couldn’t see the smirk. From the conversation it appeared that the man was there with his wife and his sister. And they were happily suggesting to the sister lots of different men as potential husbands, the more outrageous the better. The pair of them were busting her chops but good naturedly. Lots of talk of being too old to marry, she would have to live with them for the rest of her life, she could help bring up all the children. Just ragging on her. Then the wife suggested Andrew.

“What about that tall one with the stupid hat? Even we have less clothes on than he does. Stay upwind of him, he must stink.”

Well thank you very much! The apparent bride piped up as well.

“I can’t even tell if he is handsome. If I am going to marry a gora then he should at least be handsome. Can you imagine the looks on the family’s faces if I came home with him? ‘Meet my new husband’.”

Their laughter was getting to him and Andrew had to turn away again to hide his smile. They moved on from judging him but it was fun to eavesdrop in plain sight. Then the man came and stood at the rail in front of Andrew taking a few shots of the shore as they motored past. Andrew had no idea where they were as he had not been paying any attention. The two women shouted they were off to get a drink and so Andrew decided to have some fun.

“Aap yaatra ka aanand kaise le rahe hain?”

He had asked the man how he was enjoying the trip. The result was he nearly dropped his camera in the sea.

“You speak Hindi?”

Andrew nodded.

“With a strong accent as you can tell but yes.”

At first, he was taken aback and then apologetic for the way they had spoken about him. Andrew waved it off.

“You were nicer about me than some of the others. The question is, do you want to have some fun at the expense of your wife and sister?”

He looked shocked at the suggestion but then the biggest shit eating grin appeared and Andrew knew they were going to have fun.

“Wait for a while when they come back and then ask me to take a picture of the three of you. I will take my hat and glasses off and then afterwards you can start planning your sister’s wedding. Deal?”

“You know I am the one who they are going to blame, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“But watch their faces when I talk to them in Hindi. That moment will be worth it.”

“I am Kama, Kama Gautam. This holiday has just become more fun.”

“Andrew McLeod, pleased to meet you. Happy to help.”

With that Kama walked back to where he had been standing before and tried to stop smiling. His sister came through the door first holding it for his wife who had drinks for them both. They quietly chit-chatted away but it was not long until Kama suggested they get a photo of the three of them. Andrew could tell he was impatient for this trap to be sprung.

“Excuse me, would you mind taking a picture of the three of us please?”

Andrew had been leaning back against the side of the ship so when he stood up straight and walked towards them they looked surprised he was so tall.

“Of course not. Do you want to have the coast in the background?”

After some shuffling around Andrew took his sunglasses off and hooked them onto his shirt. He stuffed his hat into his back pocket and looked up and smiled. Andrew thought Kama had swallowed his tongue. He took three shots for them before they all returned to their previous positions. And the amazing thing was Kama didn’t have to say anything. His wife started straight away.

“Who would have thought you would end up with a gora husband? Tall, handsome, doesn’t smell. Do you want to see if he is free for dinner tonight?”

“Shut up Purva.”

Then she giggled.

“He is kind of cute. And I have never seen anyone so tall.”

She did the Indian version of a lady with the vapours.

“But he is just a boy. I would eat him up.”

Kama coughed.

“I don’t think your older brother needs to hear that.”

“Well go and get us some more drinks and I will tell your wife about it.”

As Kama walked to the door he winked and disappeared inside.

“Aditi, stop teasing Kama. You know he worries about you.”

“Oh I know. And I know he gets a tough time from the family over me. I shouldn’t have gone abroad to study, I should be married by now. I know, I know. Can you imagine the family’s reaction if they knew everything I got up to in London?”

Purva laughed, nervously.

“Would you really marry a gora? Not that one, but someone you knew.”

“I have thought about it but Kama would just get such a hard time. I went out with several while I as studying but they were all English and I don’t know any white Indians. They are all foreigners. It is that part that is the bigger issue more than them being white. Do you know any Indians who are white, are full citizens?”

She shook her head.

“No, I have never heard of it. Well that got all serious Aditi. We were just teasing you about that tall guy and somehow I feel sorry for you.”

“Yeah. I should call Kama’s bluff and see if Mr. Tall over there wants a taste of the sub-continent.”

Andrew had to turn away again, he could not possibly hide his smile. The two of them were shrieking and laughing which only became worse when Kama returned with the drinks.

“I am afraid to ask what the laughter is for.”