Athens, July. Hell’s gates swing open. 45C shade. I swipe my keycard into the rooftop hotel suite overlooking the Parthenon—transit crashpad for Grecorama gigs. Suitcase unzipped, AC blasts relief. Syntagma Square sweat still clings. But DGSE fucked that peace. Two French spooks tailed me post-office. Brother Marc jailed for ecstasy empire. ‘Seduce neighbor Catarina Simitis,’ they bark at consulate. Politician wife, Iranian bank drone. Fuck her, probe secrets, Marc walks, 10k payout. Family pulls strings.
Tamper sink pipe. Leak primed. Nap hits hard. Corridor buzz—keycard swipe echoes. Knock rattles. Peephole: her. Catarina, short black hair, green eyes piercing. ‘Water floods my bathroom.’ Elevator ride down awkward, her bronzed legs in jean shorts hypnotize. Her suite wrecked ceiling. Vodka shots. French chit-chat. Perfume spicy, hands graceful. Squeeze her handshake, tension crackles. ‘Hubby’s away.’ Promise: next drink on me. Heart races—mission greased, cock twitches.
The Scorching Layover Encounter
Night falls. Parthenon glows terrace view. Door knock—her style. White dress hugs curves. Eyes scan room: alone? Vodka chilled. She kicks door shut, grabs my hand, presses to racing tit. ‘Feel it? For you.’ Crush lips, tongues clash sloppy. Pause for shots—hers gulped, mine burns inhibitions. ‘Married, jealous Greeks,’ I tease. She strips zipper down, lingerie gleams on tan skin. Panties drop, trimmed bush invites. Suck mound, grip plump ass. Couch sprawl, legs spread. Fingers slick pussy. Slide cock in slow—wet heat grips. Legs lock back, nails rake. Sweat-slick pound, smells mix: skin, spice, sex. Cum spasms sync.
Dawn keycard exit. Beach day Peloponnese—her friend’s Ermioni cove house. Chapeau, linen dress hides one-piece. Canal bridge, deserted pebbles. Nude oil rub, tits perky, pussy shaved sides. Tongue dives slit, she bucks. Ride reverse, ass cheeks slap. Anal tease—sunscreen lube. Finger stars tight ring, then cock breaches. Switch holes, pound fury. She cums screaming, I paint back white. Spy hunts Saderat card 7893—bag fouls by lieutenant, empty.
Transit Lust Explosion
Back Athens suite. Furious kiss, skirt hikes. Couch cunnilingus, tongue-fuck gash. ‘Love you,’ she gasps. Pound brutal, orgasms quake. 2AM vibrate—rifle bags quiet. No card. Dawn slip-out, last kiss.
Confront room days later. Glass wall: her tears. ‘I work for them.’ Slap stings. Vomit gut. DGSE blackmail: hubby terrorist ties. France saved. Flight Paris rushes. Poissy prison: Marc hugs. ‘Lucky break.’ Clio drives off. Greece banned. Catarina’s gash haunts—open wound.