The powerful midday sun caresses my quivering, naked flesh with expert fingers. I want to slide my legs apart on the sun lounger and feel its insistent presence there, where a gentle throb is already beginning at the thought of its burning rays penetrating my skimpy bikini. I’m glad I didn’t go to the bar with the others; there’s little enough peace on this girls’ holiday, and as for privacy … Forget it. I’ve been going crazy with frustration, my fingers desperate to slide down the newly tanned skin of my belly to tease myself into the exhausted oblivion of a mind-blowing orgasm, but with Tania sleeping fitfully in the next bed and Jen smoking out on the balcony most of the night there’s no chance of that. And the heat makes me so bloody horny.

I open my knees slightly, allowing just a little of the sun’s power to lick at my pussy. The thought of coming, here, in public, on a crowded beach, is so sexy that the gentle throb powers up a notch. I smile, my eyes tightly closed behind my sunglasses, and let my knees drop very slightly further apart.

‘Don’t open your eyes.’

The voice in my ear is husky, the Greek accent pronounced. A fingertip runs down my arm from shoulder to the fluttering pulse in my wrist, and a warm hand takes a firm hold of mine.

‘Come with me. Don’t look. Trust me.’

He takes my other hand and helps me to my feet. My heart speeds up as we stand close together, the heady scent of musk filling the corridor of hot air between us. Without opening my eyes, I can tell he is the guy who came to collect the euros for the sun beds earlier. Tall, athletically built, the muscled firmness of his body easy to make out through his T-shirt. An appreciative smile and a lingering look which I had secretly returned from behind my sunglasses. Maybe it wasn’t as secret as I thought. I didn’t think he could see my eyes.

‘Don’t open your eyes,’ he whispers again, as though reading my mind. ‘Trust me.’ A shiver of almost unbearable anticipation runs through me, stopping between my legs where the throbbing has started up again as though making up for lost time.

The sand is hot but he doesn’t let me stop for my sandals. He guides me up the three shallow steps from the beach, one hand circling my wrist and the other pressing insistently into the small of my back. My breath comes in tiny gasps that I can’t control.

‘Don’t be afraid,’ he murmurs into my ear.

‘I’m not,’ I try to say, but my voice is faint. He places a finger across my lips, sliding it lingeringly along the moist inside of my bottom lip. He tastes of sea-salt and the metallic tang of money. I want to pull his finger back and wrap my lips around it, but we’re moving again, the prickly spring of grass now caressing the sensitive soles of my feet.

Warm stone beneath my feet, some sort of shade overhead, a key turns in a lock. My stomach flips. This is real. I am going to step inside somewhere with this man. His hands are warm, his husky voice sends shivers through me; he told me not to be afraid. I keep my eyes firmly shut and am led docilely inside.

The floor is cool tiles. Air conditioning whirrs from somewhere close by, drying the sweat on my skin.

He moves away and I stand alone, exposed to the strangeness of the room. Everything is still. There are no voices, no shifting of bodies. For the first time, it occurs to me that he could have brought me here to share, to be touched, licked, kissed, and probed by other men. A tiny gasp escapes me as I realise how much the thought of that turns me on. Suddenly he’s behind me again, easing off my sunglasses. The T-shirt is gone and I can feel the warmth of his flesh. My knees start to buckle and he slips an arm around my waist. He’s completely naked, his cock already stiff, pressing into the small of my back. A gush of wetness from my aching pussy soaks my bikini bottoms.