~Since it was Cindy Angelis who came up with the idea of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties, it seemed only right that she get them first. When Brandy May got the panties in the mail a week later, she got the following letter in return...~
Dear Ladies,
You're not going to believe the week I had. You really won't recognize me when you see me...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I got off the plane and had to endure a two-hour ride by mule to the small town of Nikopolis, Greece. My family greeted me warmly, but I didn't understand a thing they said since I don't speak Greek. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing I hadn't agreed to visit my relatives. Why was I here? I hadn't seen my Aunt Ana since I was two years old. If I couldn't understand them, that wasn't going to change. But you know how important family is to my parents, so there I was.
After the hubbub, I opened my suitcase to unpack and guess what fell out? The magic panties. I completely forgot about them. Can you believe it? Fortunately, no one else was in the room. Imagine their faces when they saw little Cindy Angelis and her red, lacy panties. I wanted to shove the panties into a drawer, but a strange impulse made me slip off my plain white cotton panties and slip into the red ones. I felt a little thrill knowing I was wearing such sexy underwear when no one else would suspect.
I changed into a light yellow sundress and came down the stairs to come face-to-face with the hairiest man I've ever seen. Right behind him was my Aunt Ana, who indicated by gestures and Greek banter that this was my future husband. Of course, they didn't know I'm a lesbian, but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't have gone for that guy. His name was Dmitri and he looked at me like he was raping me with his eyes. I made as quick an exit as I could and headed for the pier. That seemed to be a nice place to sit and gather my thoughts.
I sat on the wooden pier, listening to the crash of the waves, breathing in the spray, watching a flock of seagulls wheel over my head, and enjoying the dazzling beauty of the hills surrounding the town. A sailboat anchored a few feet away bobbed up and down. It all seemed so peaceful, but I couldn't relax. I kept thinking about Aunt Ana and Dmitri. It wasn't so much her trying to set me up that bothered me, but my secret. I wanted to be out of the closet. You know I've been thinking about coming out for years, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like it would bring my life crashing down. What would Aunt Ana say? What would my parents say? Would they stop loving me? And yet, what kind of life was I protecting? One where I hid the most important part of myself, where I lived a lie that could never be maintained forever? One day, I would be exposed, and I wanted it on my terms. I envied Raven and Brandy for their openness. I wished I had the guts to just be who I was.
The ocean breezes whipped at my dress so hard that I could feel them tugging me towards the water. I was glad I had a solid seat on the pier. Or I thought I did.
I heard cracking underneath me. I thought maybe I should get up right before the wooden plank I sat on snapped. One moment, I was basking in the sun. The next I plunged into the cool green water below. I tried to thrash my way to the surface, but my sundress wrapped around me like rope. I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe. I was drowning.
Then I felt hands around me. They pulled me upwards. I broke through to fresh air and the skirt pulled away from my face. I hacked up a mouthful of seawater and tried to see my savior through the burning of salt in my eyes. At first, it seemed like an illusion. A woman with long black hair clinging to her face and olive skin turned brown by the sun. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her smile lit up her face, making her gray eyes sparkle with amusement. When she spoke, her voice carried the melody of a Greek accent.
"The pier, I tell them she no good. Knew it would break someday. Not your lucky day, eh?"
"No." I spat out more water and bobbed in the waves, just staring at her. I couldn't take my eyes off her beauty. "Thank you. Sorry to bother you."
She threw her head back and laughed. "Bother me? For saving you? No, she is no bother. Glad I was here, eh? Come. My boat, she over there."
She swam towards the sailboat I saw earlier. I followed, trying not to show my excitement. When she reached the boat and climbed up the ladder, I had to pause again. Her body was so amazing. So lean and muscular. She had no tan lines, and I immediately knew why. She didn't wear a swimsuit, exposing her buttocks to the sun. Her hair clung to her spine all the way down to a round ass that trembled slightly with her every move. When she turned around, I admired her breasts, about medium-sized with very large nipples that capped them beautifully. I felt a second shock at the healthy dark bush between her thighs. I was in awe of this Greek goddess before me. She had to beckon to break the spell and remind me I had to climb up after her.
I expected her to put on a towel or something, but she just sat down and began rubbing water out of her hair and face with her palms. When she looked down at the water trickling from my dress onto the deck, she nodded at the hatch.
"Want to get out of wet clothes, I have T-shirt down there. She will fit you, I think, yes?"
"Oh. Thank you." I covered my chest with my hands, embarrassed by the way my dress clung to it, clearly showing my bra and nipples made firm by the cold. I hurried down to the lower deck.
There was a simple room down there with a rumpled bed and a counter to hold a hot plate. I found a white T-shirt there with "Spiros Fishing" written on it. It seemed to belong to the woman, but since she was so much taller than I, it almost reached down to my knees. I peeled off my sundress and bra, but after a moment's though, left on my magic panties. I climbed back up, blushing harder when I realized the woman still hadn't put on any clothes. Instead, she lay back on a bench, her eyes closed, and I feasted on the sun glistening over her wet and nude body.
She raised her head and smiled at me. "You American, eh? So shy. I like that. We not so shy here in Greece, no?"
"Apparently not." I took a seat across from her, smoothing my shirt down like a skirt. "And yes, I'm from America. On vacation. My name is Cindy Angelis."
"Eleni Spiros. You are how old?"
"Eighteen." I swept a lock of my drying hair out of my eyes. "I know, I look younger."
"Yes, very cute. Thought you might be too young for me, eh?"
"Excuse me?"
She laughed again, making her breasts bob on her chest. "The way you look at me, eh? Usually get look from boys on shore. You like looking at naked woman, yes?"
I looked away from her quickly, breathing hard. "I...I'm sorry. I don't know what you mean."
Eleni got up and slowly walked towards me. Her shadow fell over me, blocking out the sun. I couldn't take my eyes off the way her thigh muscles shifted under brown skin, the way her breasts shook gently with every step. "You are, how you say, in the closet, eh? But I can tell. I not in the closet. I love ladies, ladies like you. So beautiful, so soft, so sexy."
I tried to shrink away, throwing quick glances at the shore. The beach was deserted. It was just me and Eleni on that secluded pier, floating on the ocean, and I felt an ache between my legs that grew with each passing moment. Somehow, she knew what I wanted. Eleni knelt down to take my face in her hands and kissed me. Our lips tasted of salt from the water. My tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. Her hands slipped down to stroke my back, triggering shivers that danced through me. I let my hands come up to caress the softness and warmth of her chest, toying with the hardness of her nipples.
Eleni broke the kiss, letting her tongue remain in my mouth until the last moment. "I know, too forward, but I am only one in town who is lesbian. It has been so long since I tasted woman."
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