Losing myself on the island of Cyprus

Some years ago I had to go to Cyprus to sort out my mother - in- laws business. She unfortunately had had to rush back to the UK for hospital treatment and my wife and I were tasked with selling her home and sorting out her things.


My wife was busy with work and said she would sort the family while I was away. A week in the late autumn Mediterranean sunshine sounded lovely to me. So I packed my bags and off I flew.


The first couple of days were a bit hectic but I had time in evenings to dress up up. I'd brought with me my best wig, my silicone hip and butt pads and some lovely outfits.
To my delight some of my mother - in - laws clothes we're still there and one afternoon after a busy mornings cleaning I discovered a beautiful fifties high waist red swimming costume. It fitted me perfectly so I decided to spend an hour so by the pool. I carefully covered myself in sunscreen, I was particularly careful of my beautiful new butterfly tattoo on my inner thigh. I took my time doing my makeup, put my hair up in a bun, grabbed my towel and laid down by the pool.
It was a little chilly, but I was enjoying the cool air on my freshly waxed body. I like my body, I'm slim 9.5 stone just under 60kg and 5ft 7 inches tall, in flat shoes. My hips are a little narrow but with the pads under my swimsuit they looked pretty good. My shoulders are a bit broad for my liking but not too masculine. My penis is very small, very being the right word that chilly day by the pool. No need to tuck!!
I love my legs, my best feature, and I pass pretty well, the few times I have been out and about I've always had a fair bit of male attention. Anyway I was just admiring the butterfly on my thigh when I heard a noise from the property next door and looked over to see my the man next-door starring at me. I quickly wrapped my towel around me, stood up and said hello to him.
We started up a brief conversation, me in my haltering Greek and him in his slightly better English. I explained to him that I was sorting my mother - in - laws business and wasn't his new neighbour. He seemed disappointed in that, but eventually I managed to get back in the house. I was unsure if he'd read me, but whatever he clearly didn't seem bothered and was obviously happy to talk. He'd obviously had had and continued to have a good look at me and I couldn't help noticing that even though he was in his swimsuit too the cold hadn't affected his penis!!


Back in the house, I took a deep breath. That was close, but fine, quite exciting really, he seemed nice and there was nothing to panic about.


Time for a bit more cleaning, I thought. One of the outfits I had brought with me was a maids outfit. I'd not worn it before and something in the interaction had made me feel like now was the time. I'm usually more of of a mistress, or perhaps a cook, an independent trans woman but that afternoon I really delighted in being the French maid. I cleaned and tidied up beautifully.


As a treat I allowed myself a trip to the shops that evening to buy some nice underwear and then to have a glass of wine at the local taverna and watch the sun set. The owner was friendly and I sat there excited and relaxed watching the setting sun on the ocean.


Getting back to the house after nightfall I decided to put on my new purchases. But before that I'd do a little more sorting of things. Lo and behold though didn't I find at the back of one of the drawers a beautiful boned ivory wedding corset, with some lovely nude seemed stockings, to match. Thanks Cynthia! I couldn't resist.


It was a bit of a squeeze, I'm slim, less than 28" waist but in the corset must have cinched me in by at least 4 inches. I could hardly breath, my breath was right up in my chest, my small breasts were pushed right up into the cups. No need for any enhancers there. My hip pads fitted perfectly in the corset the stockings were heavenly. I borrowed a pair of her heels too. Fifties style stillettoes, with ankle straps. Again a little small, I'm usually a 6-7 these were 5.5-6 but we have to suffer for our beauty!!


Still in full makeup from my evenings trip to town I put on some of my favourite music and danced around the house.
After a while though I calmed down a little and noticed the moonlight outside. The pull of the moon was even stronger than the sun had been during the day. I just had to go and stand in it. The feeling of the white light shining on my pale skin and the beautiful ivory corset still makes me shiver now. After what seemed like an hour I turned to go back into the house only to realise that the door had locked behind me. I was locked outside in a pair of high heels, stockings, suspenders and a very tight corset and nothing else. All the windows were locked, as was the car. No phone, nothing, alone in the Cyprus mountains. There was only one thing to do as by now I was really cold, goosebumps all over. I had to ask the friendly neighbour for help. Luckily there was a towel on the line which I wrapped around me as a makeshift dress.


I plucked up the courage and went next door.
I knocked tentatively several times and eventually the door opened. I tried to explain what had happened and with a smile he came to investigate.
After trying all the doors and windows he went to get a crow bar, and within seconds the window was open and he offered me his hands to lift me up.
Again another deep breath and I gratefully accepted. His hands went right around my waist I gulped, he lifted but as I turned around the towel became caught on the window handle and fell off. I swivelled around but there I was in the moonlight in my ivory underwear with a total stranger just just inches away from my belly. I noticed that after he'd helped me from falling he'd kept his hands lingering a while on my legs. Maybe he enjoyed the feeling of silk on soft skin too. His rough hands made a slight swosh as he slowly took them away.
I asked if he would help me back down. This time there was no towel to hide my vulnerability. In my 3 inch heels I stood the same height as him. I could smell his breath and my perfume. We were both transfixed, inches away from each other, I was totally unsure what to do. I quite literally had my back to the wall he was much stronger than me and was in no hurry to go anywhere. I felt a rising wave of panic and an equal wave of excitement. Remembering the incident by the pool in what seemed like years before, I looked down instinctively to see whether I was having the same response now as then. I was pretty sure that I was but the sight that met my eyes only added to the panic and excitement. He'd opened his fly and his large semi erect penis was greeting me in the moonlight.
I could have run, I'm a good runner, I do 20 miles or so a week, but in 3inch heels and where would I go? He would almost certainly have caught me and could easily over power me anyway. So I decided to go with the situation. I explained that I was married and a good girl, but if he liked I would stand there and he could look at me while he pleasured himself.


He slowly backed away and placed a rough hand on his hot member. I stood tall and proud languidly letting him take in my beauty. My naustrils flared, my back arched every cell in me was tingling with delight. He was in no hurry as was I neither. Both enjoying the moment, I swept my hair back. The moment was too much carried away I gently put one of my finger nails on his cheek. - I was glad I'd spent so much time doing them earlier, they were perfect.
My bracelet gently clinked, he was softly panting. I signalled for him to stop. I ran my fingers across his lips. Shhh ever so gently I let my lips come close to his. I wondered if I should put my lips around him?


He was so big and me so small and wet. I turned through 180 degrees allowing him look at me from behind, I looked over my shoulder, inviting him. He caressed me wherever he wanted, rough strong hands on a smooth, compliant body. Again he put his hands around my waist and lifted me, from behind this time. Pinned to the wall his cock began to slowly push into me. I like being admired from behind and in subsequent years I've really enjoyed making love this way, but this was my first time, dressed in that wedding corset. So I turned back around and slowly lifted both legs in the air, - all that yoga finally came in handy-, as he pinned me to the wall. I allowed him to enter me with a squeal of delight and pain. He was lovely, so firm and gentle but completely irresistible.
He came, I came, we slowly disentangle and briefly embraced. I wiped him clean with the towel, he thanked me and slowly he walked off into the night.
I managed to climb into the house but didn't sleep a wink and never saw him again.


Still today that is one of the most erotic nights of my life. Cyprus the island of aphrodite, I love you.

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