Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2019 16:19:33 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Cretan Adventures

This story is inspired by my visits to the Greek island of Crete meeting
their people and sharing their customs. During the summer months it becomes
a holiday island invaded by hoards of people from the whole of Europe, the
UK and the whole world with hoards of teens mostly congregating around
Malia on the northern coast between Heraklion and Agios Nikolaos.

This story is entirely a work of fiction and any relation to any named
characters living or dead is purely unintentional and is not intended to
reflect negatively on their characters or on the residents of this
wonderful island.

Nifty is a wonderful resource for the LGBT community which has stood the
test of time. However, unlike a lexicon book languishing on a shelf and not
costing anything to be there. Nifty is a website which is totally reliant
on public donations so please find it in your heart to send some Greek
drachmas or whatever currency/greenbacks operates in your country and
please look in their shop window for that bargain, especially their
wonderful shoulder bag to contain those erotic books or stories stored on
your electronic devices to read on aeroplanes. Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Cretan adventures.

Easter week 2014, Mephisto.

The Tui airways Boeing 767-300R flight was descending from the skies above
the Mediterranean Sea after a four hour uneventful flight from London
Gatwick approaching the Greek island of Crete from the north following the
coastline to the left before landing at Heraklion Nikos Kazantzakis
airport.

Sat at the left hand front window seat was 16 year old Dylan Masters, a
long blond haired student at London's University college school, Hampstead
wearing round framed spectacles resembling those worn by Harry Potter with
his charming white tooth braced smile on his first ever visit to the island
and sat beside him was 35 year old Professor Anita Bowers, an unmarried
shapely long blond haired career woman with hair reaching down past her
bottom who's a regular visitor to the island.

They spoke freely during the flight about a number of topics although he
was plying her for as much information about the island. She learned that
he lived at Highgate and regularly swam at both the mixed pond and gent's
pond at Hampstead ponds. What he wasn't aware of was that her gaydar could
reliably pick out a teen from a football pitch distance away and having
Dylan sat next to her was assaulting her gayday with alarm bells in her
head whilst her leaking pussy juices was soaking her Molly Philbin nylon
tricot bikini panties whilst her hardened wine bottle cork sized nipples
stood erect tenting out her blouse like small erect cocks as Dylan, along
with other passengers who were sat near her were definitely smelling her
pussy scents as did any stewardess or cabin staff who just happened to walk
past.

It was the aroma of her pussy scents that triggered his nine inches of rock
hard fat teenage schoolboy cock to its full hardness with his foreskin
retracting and leaking gobs of pre-cum into his ice blue Molly Filbin nylon
tricot bikini panties tenting out his sheer white linen summer trousers
forming a huge wet spot on both garments and if that wasn't enough his pert
small A cup girly breasts topped by large puffy breast buds with thimble
sized nipples were seriously tenting out his cheaply made sheer white short
sleeve school shirt worn with a Hogwarts school tie with his white sheer
Players skin tight nylon tricot vest he wore underneath with his skin
colour and upper torso totally visible through his shirt which certainly
caught Anita's eye fuelling her lust as she thought about suggesting to him
about wearing a bra whilst scheming to seduce him.

Shortly before departing the aircraft they exchanged contact details which
pleased Anita knowing this boy lived close to her Bishops Avenue house at
Hampstead. It was at the baggage reclaim when Dylan became distraught
having discovered his luggage was lost uttering loudly.

"Everything of mine's inside that rucksack, my money, bank card, clothes
and my whole life's in there. I can't even pay the rent room at Malia. All
I have is my bum-bag containing my wallet with my passport, airline ticket,
moped licence, ehic card, a few euros and the clothes I'm wearing."

"Look lad, we can sort this, I'll stick with you like glue, check out
through the airport and take you to the airline desk to report your loss
and put in a lost luggage claim."

"Thanks miss; I don't know what I would have done without you."

Having reported his lost luggage and filed his claim, she asked.

"Where are you going to stay now?"

"That's a bummer, I've got nowhere now and if I sleep rough my nice clothes
will soon end up looking like rags."

"I tell you what, why don't you stay with me. I'm staying at a lovely
beachside house at Istron which is the same distance again from Malia,
there's everything you could want there which I'm sure would make your stay
a good one," when fifteen year old Elina, a slightly built dark haired flat
chested girl entered the arrivals hall holding a set of keys greeting her
with. "Kyria Professor Bowers, welcome to Crete, so nice to see you again
and who's this?"

"This is Dylan Masters; he lives close to me and attends the local school."

She held out her hand saying. "Kyrio Masters, welcome to Crete, I trust you
will enjoy your stay."  .  .  .  "Thank you."

She led them to a 20 year old battered green Nissan Primera, opened the
boot for Anita's luggage when she uttered loudly.

"Elina, why are you driving this car? You're too young and you don't even
have a licence."

"My Matera's drank too much raki and she's fast asleep, I can't even wake
her."

"And you took her car and drove here, don't you know you could have been
arrested or had an accident, surely you've seen all those little shrines by
the side of the road where people have died,"

"Ah yes, this is Greece."

"Very well, drive on young lady."

Elina drove the car like a madman at over 100 mph (160kph on its speedo)
scaring the hell out of Dylan even though she was cool and collected with
lightning fast reflexes with a lighted Karelia cigarette in her mouth with
the packet bulging out her blouse pocket when she reached for the packet
taking one out, lit it and passed it to Dylan who said. "I don't smoke."

Anita said. "You must accept this otherwise you will offend her."

He took the cigarette taking a drag and coughed violently holding the
cigarette long before he took a second drag when Elina said.

"I see you're not used to cigarettes, never mind, we'll soon have you used
to them as she passed him a hip flask of raki, he took a swig of the clear
fiery spirit immediately giving him a fiery breath and warming up his
insides passing the hip flask back and coughing out. "Thank you."

They came off the main road driving into Agios Nikolaos before turning into
a side street stopping outside the workshops of Team Suzuki Orphanakis. She
entered calling out. `Manolis," who came out wheeling her battered ancient
Honda cub minus it's rear mudguard long since gone with its mountings
rusted away behind the rear suspension units and missing leg-shields, chain
guards and indicators with a tiny rear tail light and number plate mounted
onto a steel bracket sporting a 125cc Chinese Lifan engine with a large
carburettur sticking out to the right with a K & N air filter and a
power-pipe. She paid him 20 Euros for a Helisert spark plug repair, checked
the fuel and oil, started the machine and rode away with Anita following in
the car.

The road to Istron followed part of the coast after passing a small church
to the right and driving through a built up area lined with eucalyptus
trees whilst the raucous noise from the little Honda's power-pipe assaulted
their eardrums as well as hitting speeds around 70 mph on the straights
with Dylan questioning as to how such a machine would even be allowed on
the road with an underage schoolgirl riding it when she gave a hand signal
before leaving the road and followed her down a narrow road finally
arriving at a two storey block shaped house with its third top storey
unfinished amongst a vegetable garden with orange trees when Elina took
them to their room after Anita hefted her luggage out and closed the boot.

The double bed was unmade as they already knew Anita always slept with
nylon tricot bed sheets with her bed partners which she brought out with
her with more stowed away folded in a large cabinet having brought these
out on her previous visits when Dylan realized he would be sharing a double
bed with a woman old enough to be his mother with nothing but his sex fluid
stained Molly Philbin nylon tricot panties he was still wearing under his
sheer white summer trousers showing clearly the colour and outline of those
panties through the material when stripped and hand washed them, wrung them
out and put them back on wet at the first opportunity just to savour his
love of wearing wet swim briefs under his trousers, a trait he's continued
since he was in primary school.

It is thanks to her comprehensive underwear drawer here that she was able
to change Dylan out of his clothes putting on a new pair of black nylon
Speedo swim briefs which he immediately hand washed and wrung them before
putting them back on wet. They were one of several pairs she bought on
impulse from a sports shop before it closed with a pair of Speedo black tie
cord split leg running/swim shorts with a red skin tight fitting Players
nylon tricot vest, nylon Lycra 40 denier knee high stockings and training
shoes.

Dylan only wore the Speedos and a pair of flip flops whilst Anita only wore
her black G-string bikini swimsuit and flip flops then led him a short
distance to the sandy beach which dropped gradually down into the depths
before the depth became chest high after 200 yards to swim in a flat calm
sea despite the water feeling fresh having started gradually warming up
from the winter even though the sunny weather felt like midsummer in the
UK.

He certainly noticed the numbers of used condoms floating near to and
deposited along the shore line amongst the drift detritus realizing
immediately that this beach becomes a dogging site during the night. They
soon became accustomed to the fresh seawater caress on their skin equaling
the Hampstead ponds where they both regularly swam during the summer.

The Hampstead ponds are Anita's hunting ground for teenage schoolboys
having hit the jackpot the day she seduced Dylan at the mixed bathing pond
when she saw he was packing a monster cock inside his red Speedo endurance
swim briefs which even at seven inches soft, she watched him sexily walking
along the diving platform thinking he was sporting an erection despite
having the appearance of a topless girl, albeit with a huge package.

She wasn't wrong about him as every time he thrusts his monster cock into
her pussy, he not only gives her the most amazing feelings of fullness, she
also experiences highly intensely powerful shattering squirting orgasms
whilst he's shooting unbelievably large loads of spunk inside her in long
well spaced out gushes.

She taught him every trick there is to know about performing in bed and
passionate lovemaking and when she put him onto puberty boosters, his
assets developed like a flower coming into bloom growing his hair right out
reaching down past his bottom, developing feminine breasts and a huge
monster of a cock with big baby-maker balls. His rapidly developing changes
to his body started him on having sex during sleepovers with teenage boys,
girls and with men late at night both at Highgate cemetery and the gent's
pond at Hampstead. Now his rear pussy hole has also developed insatiable
cravings for large cocks as well as having the sex drive of an insatiable
satyr maniac which it seems he has also passed his sex cravings onto
Anita's pussy. Dylan thought he was spending his week at Malia partying
with teens and having sex with as many as he could but he hadn't reckoned
on Anita bribing a baggage handler to hide his luggage for a day or so.

They swam peacefully on breast stroke across the bay of Mirabello in a
direct line towards the boat ramp about half a mile away beside the little
whitewashed beachside church of Saint Panteleimon; from there they walked
barefoot arm in arm like a pair of lovers back along the beach taking their
quick cold showers together before continuing back along the almost
deserted beach.

They returned after dark to skinny-dip in the sea thankful that Anita had
introduced him to this pastime as they both love the total freedom of
swimming naked in the water and she has already booked them both into a
naturist resort for the following spring bank holiday weekend.

If the sight of Elina riding her beat up Honda cub around the village
wasn't enough to draw out the cops and the noise pollution police and yet
there were loads of kids riding these things around everywhere but what
took the biscuit was when Dylan gasped at the sight of Elina driving her
tiny yellow Piaggio Ape three wheeled tuk tuk van powered by a two stroke
engine which had to be at least 60 years old which was sign-written with
the Trotter's Independent Trading Company, understandably he couldn't stop
laughing at the sight of this vehicle thinking it was such a gem that he
took photos of it to send to his mates back home whereas Anita had already
seen this vehicle during previous visits and thought it would be a good
crack to have it re-sprayed in the iconic colour scheme of the Trotters
company's iconic 1967 Reliant regal three wheeled van.

Anita drove away in the tuk tuk to the church at Kalo Chorio village to
meet the priest and hand him her CD of `The Big Ben Millennium chimes.

Sited on top of the church's domed roof was the clock, its four faces
pointing to each of the four main compass points topped by a bronze bell
which strikes the hour with also a single bell for each quarter hour and
just after 11.45 pm Father Riginis would disable the clock's striking
mechanism for the night on Easter Saturday night.

After handing him the CD, Anita walked up the hill and knocked on the door
of Kostas Mandouraris where she was beckoned in by his daughter
Maria. Kostas was the Papou of the family and despite being in his eighties
he still drove his flat bed tuk tuk daily with his wife to feed their
livestock and tend their various fields around the district.

The upper floor of his house overlooked the church from 300 feet away which
was ideal for the package she delivered contained a small ornamental brass
miniature field cannon and Papou Mandouraris knew how to both load and fire
it as well as being equipped to do so.

She drove across the village with her second package for Mikaelis, a 16
year old dark haired youth who was also in on the approaching Mephisto
celebrations with his father Andreas who had already constructed the wire
hoop with cannon fuse glued onto it with a ring of Mephisto firecrackers to
be carried aloft by the large five metre diameter sky lantern hot air
balloon fuelled by hexamine tablets which she brought out with her and all
this was kept secret from Dylan who Anita would have to persuade him to
attend Easter Saturday Christos Anesti midnight mass, especially as Dylan
doesn't regularly attend church.

No sooner had they both slipped in between the silky nylon sheets which
sensually caressed their skin they were passionately kissing, caressing and
fondling each other whilst his rock hard throbbing leaking cock was buried
up to the hilt in Anita's profusely leaking snatch pouring out his pre-cum
love juices when she passed him the poppers with him taking a huge hit
before she straddled and rode him hell for leather with her breasts
bouncing and jiggling to her motions taking her to a truly shattering
squirting orgasm whilst her screams were heard throughout the house and
seconds later Elina entered the room totally naked taking a huge hit of
poppers before straddling Dylan with his huge monster cock buried inside
her tight pussy.

Elina's breasts looked enormous on her slender frame which unlike Anita's
it was fair to say they wobbled a lot despite being guessed at around a C
cup. It was the sheer size of Dylan's huge monster in her wildly clenching
snatch that brought on Dylan's second load gushing inside her after having
three shattering squirting orgasms rack through her in quick succession
leaving her whacked right out in the afterglow of sex and falling
asleep. Now it was three in a bed with Dylan between two sex starved
nymphomaniac females

He spent the following day riding Elina's Honda cub exploring the villages
of Istron, Kalo Chorio and Pirgos where the cafenion's proprietor invited
him for a cup of Greek coffee served with iced water whilst he sat outside
looking towards the village and the road leading to the main road with
brush vegetation on both sides when the proprietor asked.

"Are you here for the Easter celebrations?"

I am as it happens and if it wasn't for a kind lady, I don't know what I
would have done having lost my luggage."

"Ah, Kyria Bowers, the English professor, you are in very good hands my
son, just keep your head down tomorrow night."

"Why tomorrow night? What are you warning me about? Am I in danger?"

"Tomorrow night is Mephisto; it's just fireworks but not like what you've
already seen."

Dylan was invited to the family dinner with Anita and Father Riginis who
was the head priest in the district which was a happy occasion with all the
conversations in Greek leaving him feeling left out despite Father Riginis
asking.

"How do you like Crete?"

"I think it's a wonderful island, so full of history, good food and I would
like to come again."

"So Dylan, tell me what it is you do?"

"I'm a British schoolboy attending London's famous University College
School in year 10, I do a lot of sports, swim a lot and I am a qualified
lifesaver having taken my Bronze Medallion with the school."

Anita said. "Dylan's an excellent swimmer who's rescued two boys from
Hampstead ponds last year; he's been mentioned in the local press and TV
and received a commendation." Father Riginis looked at him with a smile
through his beard saying.

Dylan, it is a very good thing which you do having saved the lives of two
boys and watched over others. Your name comes from the Welsh language
meaning a son of the sea so tomorrow morning you will dive into the sea at
the church of Saint Panteleimon for the cross. This is your confirmation
before god that you are competent to watch over the sea."

Dylan became gob-smacked at what is being asked of him, after all a child
could do it but it was more than that, it was a religious ceremony
confirming his place in the world to become a sentinel of the water,
someone who people look up to who will proudly wear a cross on his chest
suspended by a neck chain.

Later that evening he swam naked in the sea with Elina on a bright moonlit
flat calm sea on the final night before the full moon having swam out
almost to the middle of the bay and yet even here the fragrance of the land
in bloom with scents of wild flowers when she embraced him kissing him
whilst upright in the water as his powerful arms swept gently through the
water keeping them both afloat when she spread her legs and Dylan's already
huge rock hard cock with its foreskin already retracted pushed right inside
her pussy and stayed there whilst her powerful vaginal muscles went to work
on his cock.

This was his first ever time having sex in deep water with a girl which he
believed to be impossible begging the question of who was keeping who
afloat.

Was it Elina who was more buoyant or was it Dylan who was less buoyant and
yet he could tread water for hours or was it the sea itself which gave the
human body more buoyancy in the salty water, this was not a night to find
the answer to this age old question as theirs was for the moment whilst
both their orgasms were building to a shattering crescendo aided by her
pussy contracting on his cock when the floodgates opened when spunk erupted
out of his cock in several long hot streaming well spaced out gushes deep
inside her pussy when she too had a crashing squirting orgasm finishing by
him finally pulling out then floating on their backs together in their
afterglows enjoying the sea's gentle caress whilst it washed both their
genitals clean.

From there they swam to the beach by the car park to a shower unit by a
wall. Elina said. "We must huddle together as we may only have seconds for
a warm shower as the sun warms the sand which in turn heats the water."

They huddled together beside the shower when Elina turned on the water
which felt icy cold to the touch followed seconds later by warm water
flowing out of the shower head as they quickly shifted under the spray.

Dylan turned the shower down to just a trickle, a trick he learned from
camp site showers whereby the water flowed hotter if the flow was turned
down, a trickle of water barely came out of the shower head giving them a
warm shower lasting about two minutes instead of lasting only seconds
followed by slowly walking home naked along the beach arm in arm like
lovers illuminated in the moonlight whilst their skin dried to finally hose
the sand from their feet and quietly creep into their rooms and drying
their hair before he slid naked between the nylon tricot sheets into
Anita's embrace sliding his already huge erect cock into her waiting
sopping wet pussy and left it there as he fell asleep.

The alarm sounded bringing them out of their peaceful slumber and away from
their sex fluid stained sheets taking a quick shower to wash their fluids
away which added to their reeking body scents. Dylan threw on his red
Speedos, tee shirt, shorts and flip flops meeting Father Riginis in the
lounge with Anita and Giannis, a fourteen year old blond haired altar boy
who took Dylan's hand saying. Kalimera, before speaking the rest of their
conversations in English.

Both the priest and the boy wore their robes but what Dylan didn't know was
that Giannis only wore his Speedo nylon Lycra aqua-shorts booty shorts
shaped swimming trunks in the event of Dylan failing to retrieve the cross
which would only take him seconds to strip off and kick off his shoes.

They arrived at the beachside church when Dylan stripped down to his
Speedos noting that his teenage form especially with his huge bulge more
than caught the priest's eye with Dylan wanting to get under the altar
boy's cassock.

Dylan stood proudly to attention beside the landing stage looking out to
sea as the priest read a passage from the bible, anointed his forehead, his
closed eyes, ears, mouth and his chest over his beating heart then with a
powerful throw he threw the solid polished brass cross flying flat then
skipping twice on the water before sinking as Dylan sucked in his breath,
took his bearings and dived into the sea.

He was about to retrieve the cross from the bottom when Giannis snatched it
away from his grasp having dived in after him and beat him to it. He then
dropped the cross and pointed to Dylan to retrieve it. This was not part of
the plan as Giannis was the most mischievous boy from that church who was
out for some water antics and when they surfaced with Dylan holding up the
cross, it became a free for all with Giannis trying to snatch it away
whilst they were ducking each other to both Anita's and the priests
merriment when Dylan cupped his balls though his swimming trunks followed
by a smile from the boy before he swam back exiting the water first
followed by Dylan who handed the cross back to the priest to receive his
blessing as he placed a small cross mounted on a chain round his neck.

As the priest drove them back to the house, Giannis whispered into Dylan's
ear saying. "I know what it is you want," as he rested hand on Dylan's
package. The priest dropped them off leaving Giannis with Dylan wearing
only his vest, shorts and trainers with his swimming trunks underneath his
shorts knowing Dylan also had his Speedos on underneath as well

After breakfast Giannis led him towards the beach following him amongst the
clumps of bamboo which grew here when he led him to a tiny clearing amongst
several clumps of bamboo, dropped his shorts and trunks stroking his cock
to its full six inch hardness when Dylan began sucking on it like a
lollipop making him shooting off his load in seconds swallowing his load
and now it was Dylan's turn having borrowed Anita's lube and poppers.

He lubed up the boy's rear pussy hole and his cock then got him to take a
huge hit of poppers followed by his own hit and slowly pushed his nine inch
hugely fat leaking throbbing pole fully home into the boy's rear pussy hole
and began slowly thrusting into him whilst holding his hips. Surprisingly
Giannis shot another load of teen boy spunk without even touching his cock
with his clenching rear pussy hole triggering his own orgasm sending long
well spaced out gushes of hot spunk flooding deep inside his bowels
eliciting yelps of pleasure from the boy with sweet nothings in Greek.

After Dylan pulled out, he ate out the boy's rear pussy hole and gave him a
very sensuous spunk laden tongue kiss which he swallowed and quickly left
with Dylan's spunk still running out of his gaping rear hole soaking his
swimming trunks.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully apart from Dylan accompanying Anita
shopping at the supermarket in Agios Nikolaos thankful that she drove the
Nissan instead of the Piaggio tuk tuk. After shopping he rode the little
Honda cub which really surprised him just how quick this little bike really
was as its Chinese 125cc Lifan pit bike engine totally transformed it into
the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing capable of easily breaking the UK
motorway speed limit of 70 mph anytime and hitting the 80's figure whilst
crouched flat.

Dylan really got to like this little bike knowing all he could ride back in
the UK was a 50cc restricted rev and go scooter and here on the Greek
island of Crete he was having experiences he thought he would never have
when he popped into one of the many shops on either side of the main road
which runs through Istron and bought, postcards, stamps, a bar of chocolate
and a two litre bottle of Coke.

He sat in the lounge writing and answering emails telling his friends about
his exploits and the great times he was having and despite running out of
money, Anita gave him some more enabling him to refuel the Honda with the
rest for chocolate and sweets.

It was after a late evening meal that Anita asked him to smartly dress for
church replying he didn't want to go. She gave him the third degree
demanding.

"For god's sake Dylan, show these people some respect! They have allowed
you into their home, fed you, allowed you out and you go and pull this
stunt on them, hurry up and get dressed now."

Dylan was now smartly dressed wearing the sheer white clothes he last wore
on the aircraft but this time Anita punished him by making him wear a pair
of black stockings held up with a black six strap suspender belt under his
white linen summer trousers with a red pair of Molly Filbin nylon tricot
bikini panties whilst under his cheaply made sheer white shirt sleeve
school shirt, she made him wear a red see through underwired bra giving his
breasts an obscene uplift as well as showing everything in their entirety
under his shirt and trousers in the floodlights shining onto and all round
the church.

Dylan hated every moment being here although his consolation was the lovely
sensations on his skin wherever he walked with the material of his shirt
exciting his nipples poking out the sheer nylon of the bra.

Giannis met him by the front door of the church passing him a packet of
Papastratos cigarettes, Dylan immediately took one out and lit it quickly
sensing his rock hard cock was about to explode into his panties. The
wearing of female lingerie was intended as a punishment and now became his
calling with his new sensual experiences resulting from the nylon lingerie
keeping his cock fully hard and on a hair trigger when he walked away from
the church towards the school into a huge open shed opposite the school
containing desks, basketball nets and other sports equipment, undone his
flies pulling out his huge throbbing leaking cock in a dark corner and
stroked it off firing huge ropes of spunk several feet across the floor
finally squeezing out and mopping any remaining spunk from his cock before
stuffing it back inside his panties.

He lit up another cigarette taking huge inhalations bringing on his head
rush and certainly calming his cock as he joined the crowds at the church
with the service well underway and being broadcast through their public
address outside when everyone heard the single bell strike of 11.45 pm with
the entire congregation expecting the church clock to strike midnight.

With Anita and Elina close by him, he put all thoughts of slinking away to
the back of his mind whilst the service continued as the minutes ticked
towards midnight. He saw two large sky lanterns drifting above the village
guessing them to be about 150 feet up climbing slowly on a course
overflying the church's southern boundary towards the school when during
the approaching seconds to midnight came the unmistakable chimes of Big Ben
striking twelve.

The furthest sky lantern exploded in the sky with a loud bang. A shot rang
out from Kostas house overlooking the church as the lead ball from the
miniature brass cannon struck the church's bell sounding a single ring
which was quickly followed by children throwing lighted Mephisto bangers at
the church with the second sky lantern hot air balloon dropping lighted
Mephisto bangers like sticks of bombs onto the street beside the church as
well as the nearby houses followed by the school and the Mephisto bangers
kept coming like snow with Dylan having to constantly keep jumping clear of
them owing to a lot of children having singled him out as a target.

From nearby houses rockets ascended towards the heavens whilst others were
seen to strike the dome and loud booms echoed through the village from the
mortars exploding overhead, meanwhile Dylan's surprise turned to
exhilaration at the totally disorganized fireworks display playing out all
around when Anita asked. "What do you think?"

"I'm definitely coming here next year; this is so amazing, thank you for
giving me the experience of a lifetime."

After this night, Dylan's stay lost the appeal as life on the island became
quieter with the events of that night being indelibly printed into his
memory. The following day they ate the charcoal spit roasted sheep on the
Easter Sunday afternoon and it was as though the island's inhabitants had
all returned to work after the holiday. He spent the remainder of the week
exploring, swimming, taking a sailing cruise, mountain biking, learning to
drive the tuk tuk.

All too soon they arrived at Heraklion airport for their return flight to
the UK and Dylan did successfully reclaim his luggage. He wished he could
stay so his adventures would continue and he could learn their language but
school awaited him as were all his friends with the cold nights, April
showers and his impending stay with Anita at the nudist resort to look
forward to and a burning desire to return to the Greek island of Crete.

The End.