The Unruly Olga and the Pakistani

My darlings, hello!! My name is Olga and I am 28 years old. Do you want me to give you a description of myself? I guess yes!.. Well then, let's begin. Height: 170, Weight: 55, Jet-black straight hair a little past my shoulders..and of course a well-toned body (how could it not be, with so much "pounding" at the gym). I have a boyfriend...But I like little adventures (is that bad?). I'll tell you some of them and I'll sign as naughty Olga. Well, one of them happened last summer on my friend's island.

My naughtiness on the island My friend has a house on an island and we had gone for a week or two. We were having a great time! Swimming, walks, and sunbathing. In the meantime, however, my friend had some business in Athens and had to go there for three days. So I would be alone. It's okay though, a little peace and quiet is always good. Because I like to discover new things, on the first day he left I thought of going to a nearby beach which was only accessible by boat. One of my friend's uncles had a little boat with an outboard motor, so I would ask him to drop me off there and pick me up in the afternoon. I found him in the orchard. The uncle is around 65-70 and was digging in the garden.

-Hello, uncle!

-Welcome, Olga! Lonely today?

-Yes, and I thought I'd go to the next beach over, which I haven't been to, to see what it's like. Can you drop me off?

-Hmm, a bit difficult, my dear, because I have some chores. But if you want, I'll tell the Pakistani I have as a helper and he'll drop you off and whenever you want he comes and picks you up.

-OK, no problem.

-Great then! You'll find him digging at the entrance. Whenever you want, tell him to take you with the little boat.

So I took my gear, put on my denim shorts and my tight little top, and with the "captain" being the Pakistani -poor guy- straight to the little beach. During the trip, through my sunglasses, I was observing him. My goodness, how wretched they are! Like wretched gypsies. Tsk! Tsk! Awful! Not to mention they look at you as if they're seeing a woman for the first time. Anyway, in 5 minutes we arrived at the beach where I got off the boat.

- Olga, do you need anything else? (the Pakistani in broken Greek)

- No

- If you need anything, tell me. What time should I come to pick you up?

-I'll call your boss on his mobile. Ok? Alright, bye for now.

What peace that was. The beach was perfect, very small, quiet, with sand and no one there. The only way to approach was by boat, which you could see when it turned the corner. I laid out my mat, left my things and of course took off my shorts and my top. Do you want me to tell you what swimsuit I was wearing then? A black bikini, with little ties on the side. It wrapped my breasts perfectly (which are on the larger side) and the bottom part was a bit small. It was perfect! I look quite sexy in that swimsuit and when we go to a beach with a lot of people my boyfriend doesn't let me wear it. While sunbathing, when I turned over on my stomach I untied the top part of the bikini and tucked the bottom part between my little ass. Like a thong. A chance for a good tan, besides, who would see me there, and I surrendered to the caresses of the sun, daydreaming. At some point I hear splashing sounds.....

Oh no, trouble I've found!! The Pakistani had come back to the beach and I hadn't noticed him. I barely managed, as he was approaching, to reposition the bottom of the bikini and from a thong to spread it out normally again on my little ass. While he had a stupid smile, I asked him angrily:

- What do you want here?

- I came to see if Olga wants anything!

- She doesn't want anything! (I said angrily)

-Okay, whatever Olga wants, she tells me.

- Okay, leave now! As he was starting to leave, I thought to ask him to get me a magazine because I would be bored for so many hours.

-Come here! Let me tell you. You'll get me a magazine and bring it to me.

-Yes Olga

-You'll go and get a cosmopolitan. Understood? Cosmopolitan. Say it.

-Kosmopolita

-Anyway. Wait, let me give you money As I was searching the bag for money, my naked breasts must have been visible because his eyes had gotten stuck there. After 10 minutes he brought it to me. So I was reading the cosmopolitan about new sexual positions and about how to "pick up" our guy and other spicy topics. But...my mind kept going back to the scene where the Pakistani had seen me half-naked with my "makeshift" thong bikini and how inadvertently I had let him see my breasts while trying to find the money in my bag. Turns out we like to provoke... Not even half an hour had passed while I was reading and I see the boat turning the corner again.

Again the Pakistani!! We're going to have this now. I came here supposedly for peace and quiet. In a little while he gets off the boat with his stupid smile of happiness. He was holding something in his hand...

-Hello Olga!!

-Well, don't you have any other job besides going for rides!

-I brought ice cream!! To tell the truth, an ice cream wasn't such a bad idea. What the Pakistani was holding turned out to be two huge rocket ice creams. Clever the Pakistani! To tell the truth, he had gotten excited at the chance to see someone like me. Always coming around here for rides and now he brought me a rocket to lick.

I got up from the mat and started to unwrap the ice cream. The Pakistani was sitting opposite me on the sand and was eating his own. Then I thought to... play a little with him. I thought to lick the ice cream a bit provocatively to see his reactions. After all, he seemed harmless. He must have been around 20 but he was so skinny and short that I wasn't afraid he might "jump" me. So I started to lick the rocket quite provocatively....Sometimes I sucked it all, sometimes I put it very deep in my mouth, I put it in my mouth and turned it left and right, I licked my lips from the ice cream...He must have "seen" it all! Observing him through my sunglasses I could see his pants bulging. You can imagine why. I stood up. I went in front of him. As he was sitting on the sand I went to a distance of one meter. My hips were at the height of his head. My body in the black bikini was quite close to an aroused man and I liked that. I continued to lick my ice cream.

-So? What did you say your name was?

-Osman Olga, Osman

-So Osman, very nice idea of yours for ice cream.

-I'm glad you liked it Olga

-So Osman, in your country are the women nicer or in Greece (what was I asking, the naughty one)

-There they are nice but they don't want us. And you are very nice

-Mmm thank you Osman

Meanwhile I had eaten my ice cream and so had the Pakistani, Osman. He went to leave. But..

-Osman!

-Yes Olga

-Come put some oil on my back

...I had surpassed myself. If anyone had told me before that I would let a Pakistani put oil on my back, I would have considered it completely absurd. But that day, I enjoyed the whole game of provocation and the idea that someone I had teased would caress my back in that way; besides, the Pakistani seemed harmless, and if he said anything about the incident, no one would believe him. Imagine his surprise and agitation... Not even in his wildest dreams would he have seen it. I lay face down, untied the top part of my bikini, opened my legs a little, and gave him the oil. As I did these things, I was getting aroused too. The Pakistani began to put oil on my back. His agitation was evident. At first, he was somewhat hesitant, but as I didn't react, the spreading of the oil evolved into a caress on my back. After he finished my back, I pull the bottom part of my bikini inward, revealing almost half of my ass, I show him my ass and tell him:

-Put some here too, Osman The Pakistani began to caress my ass, my thighs. When he caressed my ass, I felt my ass cheeks opening. I had started to go crazy!

-Osman, do I have a nice body?

-Yes, Olga, you have a nice body (his voice clearly agitated)

-And what do you like most about my body?

-Everything, Olga.

-Come on now... Don't be shy... Tell me

-Your ass, Olga, I like it very much.

-Mmm, you naughty one... that's why I'll let you lick it.

...What did I do! Was I crazy? Maybe yes, but it was something I wanted and would hardly ask from my boyfriend. I untied the strings of the bikini, The bikini fell on the mat. I opened my legs and with both my hands I opened my ass cheeks, revealing to the Pakistani the hole of my ass. The Pakistani immediately got to "work". I began to feel his tongue on my hole, around it and inside it.

-Ah, Osman, you're doing perfectly. Continue! Continue! A bit of my fluids, a bit of the Pakistani's saliva, I had become soaked. With one hand I began to rub my pussy. The Pakistani continued to push his tongue deeper inside it. He had gone crazy. He was saying something in his language as he licked my hole. At some point, with my other hand, I put a little finger in the hole of my ass. With the saliva, it slid in perfectly.. I didn't take long to cum... Immediately after, I got up. I went behind the Pakistani. I pulled down his pants. His cock was thick compared to his appearance. Osman had done a good job on my ass and I wanted to reward him. I took it in my hands as I was behind him and leaning on his back. I jerked him off once - twice and he started to cum. I felt his fluids passing through his cock as I held it. He came for quite a while and his body was swaying. I restrained myself from going further... Afterwards, with brief procedures and in a cold manner, I told him to leave. I continued to enjoy the sun until the afternoon. It was a strangely erotic day...... Kisses The unruly Olga