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  Without Question

  Pam Christine

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Copyright © 2019 Pamela Christine

  Layout design and Copyright © 2019 by Creativia

  Published 2019 by Creativia (www.creativia.org)

  Edited by Elizabeth N. Love

  Cover art by Cover Mint

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to start by thanking everyone who has been patient in waiting for my book to be published.

  I would like to thank my husband Malcolm for his continued support throughout the writing of this book, and for his occasional input with some of the story lines.

  I would also like to thank my son Steve for continuing to support me despite the ribbing he has had to take from his friends.

  A big thank you to my daughter-in-law Jodie for proof reading my book and offering her valued opinion.

  A Special thank you to Sally Hague, a dear friend, aspiring actress and model.

  Finally, thank you to Ben Parsons of Take the Scene

  (www.takethescenephotography.com) for the cover photography.

  About the Author

  Pamela Christine has written poetry and short stories since she was a child. After reading a well-known erotic book, she decided to try her hand at writing erotic novels. This is her first attempt; Pamela states that she wanted to write something that people could relate to and hopes you will enjoy it as much as she enjoyed writing it.

  Chapter One

  I was desperately trying to sleep, not only struggling with the heat, but also the noise from the Adonis and his Greek Goddess in the apartment above us.

  I had come away with my husband – just the two of us – to get away from it all. The boys didn’t want to holiday with us anymore, preferring the lively action of Ibiza over the peace and tranquillity of Skiathos, somewhere we had holidayed for the past few years.

  Just as I thought he had finished, the Adonis was off again; he had the stamina of an Ox, which was saying something in this heat. Her moans were telling me he was good, unless she was just a good actress. It wasn’t like I didn’t want them to have fun; I just wanted them to move the head board away from the wall to stop that continuous banging. He groaned with passion, while she screamed with pleasure, and I heard one final moan as I drifted off to sleep.

  “What time are we going for breakfast?” I glanced over at my husband. He peered at me over his morning newspaper, his glasses balancing on the edge of his nose.

  “It’s up to you,” he replied, glancing back at his newspaper.

  “Ok, shall we go now then?”

  With his gaze fixed to his newspaper, James replied “Let’s say ten minutes, shall we? I’ll finish my coffee and then we’ll go.”

  So why did he say, It’s up to you?! I rose from my chair and left him on the balcony.

  At breakfast I couldn’t help but stare at all the couples as they were entering the dining area, curious as to whom the Adonis may be. On reflection, I thought maybe they wouldn’t be up yet; after all, they didn’t get much sleep – and come to think of it neither did I!

  One couple that did stand out were very tactile and constantly smiling at each other, clearly not married. I was unable to understand what they were saying, however; thanks to my basic Greek lessons, I was able to determine that they were not Greek.

  He was about six-foot-two and, judging by his olive skin, he obviously tanned easily. He had blue eyes, and his hair was an ash blonde which suggested that he may be Scandinavian. I had no idea really; I was just guessing. His partner was also blonde, nearly as tall and slender. They looked good together. He gently brushed aside the hair from her face and stroked the side of her cheek; she cupped his hand in hers and kissed his palm.

  “Anyway, I look at it this way, if Bergan Corporate do take over the company, we’ve had it. I mean, where will that leave me? You will have to kiss goodbye to your fancy holidays… are you listening to me, Alex?”

  I glanced towards my husband, then back towards the couple. “Yes, dear, and I’d hardly call them fancy.”

  “I don’t think we would get away much. We’d struggle to get one holiday abroad a year, never mind two. Ed seems to think it’s a done deal and we’ll be out by this time next year.” I nodded hoping it was in the right places. “I mean, it’s not like I can just get another job, not at my time of life.”

  I stared back at James. “At your time of life! Good God, James, you’re only forty-nine!”

  “Forty-nine I might be, but there’s not much out there for a management consultant.” James noticed I was distracted and followed my gaze.

  “Anyway, who are you staring at?”

  “I’m not staring, I’m observing. It’s the couple who I think are staying above us.”

  “Oh, not more research. Don’t you do enough of that at work?”

  “No, not like that.” I proceeded to explain to James about the Adonis and his Goddess, and how they kept me awake half the night.

  “Well, lucky sod, that’s all I can say, I can’t remember the last time our headboard saw some action.”

  Later that day as I lay by the pool reading my book, I began to reflect on my own life and what I had experienced along the way, which, in all honesty, wasn’t that much.

  I met James when I was nineteen at Nottingham University, where I was studying for a degree in research and development. James was twenty and studying business, with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes. He was tall, six-foot-three inches (to be exact), and lanky with not an ounce of fat on him. I was slim and lacking in breasts, though this did improve slightly after I had the twins. We were both what you would describe as geeks, I suppose, studying day and night for our degrees, which probably explains why we got on so well. I had very little experience in the sex department when I met James, and on reflection neither did he. I’m not saying that we never had sex pre-marriage, but I can honestly say the earth never moved for me, not once.

  After four years of studying, we celebrated big style – well, loosely speaking, a couple of bottles of wine and takeaway, which was all we could afford. You could say we were evolving rather than falling in love, and on October 26th, 1991, when I was twenty-three, we were married. It had to be then to work it around our jobs, which we were both obsessed with.

  Since I was an only child, my Mother wanted to spoil me, insisting I have the best of the best. I wasn’t really interested in anything fancy; I just wanted something plain and simple. I eventually got my own way, and although our wedding was only a small affair, it was nice; we were married at St Augustine's Church near my home, which my mother insisted on. James wasn’t bothered where it was. A small intimate
reception followed at a local hotel, with family and some close friends. Jack was one of them. He was James’s best man and a real live wire, a lady’s man and cocky with it, so different to James. I remember on our wedding day in the reception line-up, Jack kissed me on my cheek, whilst squeezing my bottom in the process. I was familiar with Jack’s advances as I had experienced them a couple of times before. James never knew and still didn’t. Not that anything ever happened. I always just laughed them off. Despite that, I constantly felt nervous around him and didn’t feel experienced enough to deal with his sexual advances, so I always tried to make sure we were never alone.

  On one occasion, Jack and Sarah, his wife, had come around for drinks; they often popped round or we all went out together. I was in the kitchen preparing some snacks when Jack came through. “Need any help?” I turned to look back at Jack. He threw me a cheeky wink like he always did.

  “No, I can manage, Jack, thanks.” I smiled back at him and turned to face the work surface.

  His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to smile when he did. He always had my stomach doing somersaults. “God your arse looks sexy in those jeans.” I blushed as I turned back to face Jack.

  “Jack, would you like to take those sausage rolls through for me?” I turned back towards the work surface.

  “I’d rather take you.”

  Before I knew it, Jack was pressed up against me from behind. He moved my hair and his warm lips brushed the nape of my neck, a quiver ran down my spine. I quickly pushed away from him and repeated, “Jack – the sausage rolls. I’ll grab the crisps,” before making a quick exit into the lounge.

  “You ok, hun?” Sarah asked.

  “Me? Yes, I’m fine, why?”

  “You look a little flushed.”

  I nervously arranged the various bowls of snacks on the coffee table.

  I headed back into the kitchen and called, “It must have been from when I took the sausage rolls out of the oven,” laughing as I said it. Things felt a little awkward for me all evening, not that anyone seemed to notice, least of all James. Jack, on the other hand, was not affected in the least and continued to wink and smile at me all evening.

  Chapter Two

  As the sun went down in Skiathos, James and I took our usual stroll to the bar on the harbour. The traditional Greek blue chairs with wicker seats were always inviting but never very comfy, unless you were lucky enough to get one with a cushion on. We had been going there for so many years. We didn’t need to order anymore; there was always a drink waiting for us by the time we got seated at a table. Dimitrious the barman was on first name terms with us and always appeared eager to hear about our day, though he was probably just being polite, as we hardly ever did anything exciting.

  “You have a good day today? You have a good tan!” It was certainly coming along nicely. I was starting to blend in with the locals.

  “Yes, yes thank you, Dimitrious. We’ve had a lovely day, haven’t we, James?” James was transfixed to the wide-screen TV catching up on the cricket score. “James! I was saying to Dimitrious we’ve had a nice day.”

  “Champion! Yes… lovely.” His eyes didn’t even leave the screen. To be fair we hadn’t really seen much of each other all day; we rarely did. He had been on his laptop in the foyer of the hotel, and I had taken my usual trip to the beach. That was just our usual routine.

  That night we got back to the hotel around midnight, had a nightcap, then went up to the room. James was asleep by the time I had finished my usual moisturising routine. I stripped off and slid between the sheets, gently curling my arm around his waist. He grunted some sort of goodnight and turned onto his side, leaving his back facing me. I rolled onto my back and, after some time of kicking the sheet off and pulling it on, I decided I would pour a nice cool drink and sit for a while on the balcony.

  Just as I was about to do so, I heard a door close in the apartment above. Their voices seemed to fill the room – it was the Adonis and his Goddess. I listened as a few words were exchanged between them, then everything fell silent. I sighed with disappointment. In a strange way, I was hoping they were going to continue what they started the other evening. Suddenly, I heard a scream and a playful laugh, and I could once again hear soft moans coming from the room above.

  More words were exchanged, and the bed started to gently rock to and forth. I imagined his lips gently exploring her body, delicately rolling his tongue over her breasts, playfully biting them and her nipples becoming hard with excitement. I could feel his tongue searching for the indentation of her navel, making his way down to her waiting wet pussy, so hot she was aching. I found myself exploring my own body as the excitement rose in me, my breasts felt full and my nipples hard and erect. I felt so hot, and this time it wasn’t the temperature.

  My skin felt as soft as satin, smooth and in need of attention. My fingers searched for my clitoris. The area around it was smooth and hair free – it felt good. I slowly inserted my fingers. I was so wet that I slid in deeper, and unexpectedly, I moaned out loud. I could hear she was beginning to pant now, and the headboard was moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. My fingers penetrated deeper and harder. I followed his lead, matching his rhythm, filling with excitement and shuddering with delight. She screamed out as she climaxed. I let out a gentle moan. My body was limp with the rush it had experienced, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

  “So, was the Adonis at it again last night?” James mocked over breakfast.

  “I don’t know, I was asleep,” I replied. I felt myself blush and glanced down towards my coffee cup, nervously continuing to stir it. I was too embarrassed to tell James I had kind of ‘got in on the act’ and enjoyed it nearly as much as her.

  After breakfast I grabbed my book and found a sunbed by the pool. I glanced around to see what everyone was reading. Most of the men were reading fictional war-type thrillers or a newspaper, whilst the women read the latest erotic novels. I glanced down at my book (the latest murder mystery) and wondered if I was missing something. The women in the office had been reading these erotic novels and said I should give them a whirl. Well, maybe I would when I get home.

  I must have drifted off to sleep, and I woke with such a jolt I almost leapt off the sun bed. I glanced around the pool area to see if anyone had noticed but appeared to be in the clear. I looked ahead of me across the pool and noticed a cheeky-looking guy looking over at me. Clearly, I hadn’t got away with it after all.

  He was unshaven, with a white beany hat on, and was chewing on the arm of his sunglasses. He smiled, and I returned the gesture but with a slightly sheepish expression. I wondered what he was doing here alone. I hadn’t noticed him before. His partner seemed to appear from nowhere and took her place on the empty bed next to him. Quickly, before she noticed him looking at me, he placed his sunglasses back on and relaxed back onto his bed.

  It started to get hot sat by the pool, so I decided to take my usual walk to the beach, to find a quiet spot to relax and read my book. I wandered along the promenade for what seemed like an age before finally finding a sunbed in a peaceful location, with just the sound of the sea lapping against the shore in the background. The bed appeared unoccupied, so I laid my towel down, kicked my sandals off, and lay out. I noticed there was another bed about six feet away with a towel on it, but couldn’t see who it could belong to, I figured someone must have reserved it for later. I delved into my book and forgot about the rest of the world. There was no better tonic for me, feeling the sun on my body and listening to the waves gently rolling on to the beach. After a while I turned over on to my front, abandoned my book and just relaxed – something I rarely did back home.

  I drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long for, but when I woke up, someone was on the other sun bed. She was tanned with long chocolate brown hair and a body to die for. I placed her around forty. She lay topless on the bed and must have just come out of the sea, as drops of water were still glistening on her breasts. I was mesmerised by her, and as she rolled ove
r onto her front, I quickly looked away in the hope that she hadn’t realised I had been staring at her. I waited a while before stealing another look, but this time she looked up and caught my eye. There was no time to look away.

  “It’s lovely here, isn’t it, so peaceful.” She had a deep velvet voice that carried a strong accent.

  “Yes, erm… well, I’ve never actually been to this side of the beach before.”

  “I come here all the time… I’m Maria, by the way.”

  “I’m Alexandra, well, Alex. Pleased to meet you.”

  “So, have you not been to Skiathos before, Alex?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes, we’ve been coming for years. I’ve just never been to this side of the beach.”

  "It's the best side, in my opinion, so relaxing. I come here every day to relax and swim. I have a place near here, just a small shack, I guess.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. So do you live here or just rent somewhere?”

  “I live here, been here about ten years now.”

  “Are you not from Greece then?”

  “Yes, I’m Greek but from the mainland.”

  “Oh, I see. You speak good English.”

  “Thank you. I lived in London for eight years and managed to pick it up while I was there.”

  Maria and I chatted like we had known each other for years. I discovered she was married and had two children. She had previously been a designer, producing clothing which was sold internationally, and now she made a humble living offering massages, using various methods including aromatherapy. Maria said she managed to make enough money to live on in Skiathos, and I could see the attraction.