9181 posts 1/11/2012 8:34 pm
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more embarrassing moments...
More embarrassing moments...
Well, some of you may have read my previous post . This is the second part. You'd think that by daybreak I would have been wiser. But you can guess the answer to that question.
George and the two girls woke up to find me finally decent. I was sitting on a towel laid on the sandy beach and flashing my toothy grin. Of course, I apologized to Sofia for keeping her up for almost the entirety of the night. She was pretty laid back anyway, she didn't mind. (Come to think of it, I wonder if she has a blog now and reminisces about some toothy that she went skinny dipping with some decades ago.)
By now, George and I had sufficiently sobered up. And we could find the way to our room. We were supposed to check out. Of course I came up with a brilliant idea. What don't we stay another day? Sofia and Gina would be with us. We still had enough money to get the four of us through. There was, of course, the question of sex. Would we actually graduate to that level? Could we save face after acting so childishly? Could we have one more chance?
Ever the practical boy, I listed the things we had to do. Exchange our tickets. Talk to the Inn keeper and make sure our room would be available to us for one more night. Last but not least notify our parents so that they don't worry. After all, this was our first trip "alone". having taken care of the tickets and hotel, we set about sending a telegram to our families. A telegram! Anyone old enough to remember what this was will tell you that it was the early (and very primitive) version of the text message. There were no telephones on the beach we were staying. We had to take the bus to town. Go to the telephone company building. Then wait in line and fill out a form. "Extending our stay. Stop. All well. Stop. Arriving Athens tomorrow night. Stop"... that sort of thing.
Within a couple of hours we had taken care of every little detail. Including the telegram. And we were about to head down to the beach to enjoy the blazing sun and the bluest and clearest sea imaginable. And yes, the company of our two Italian friends.
To be honest, I felt a little awkward. I had made such a fool of myself. I was looking for a way to make a better impression... to act a little older, a little more mature, a little more sophisticated.
After some swimming and some sunbathing I saw Gina take out a deck of cards. She told me she would often play solitaire. I saw a chance. And took it. I wasn't really a gambler. But back then I had learned how to play poker. I used to play with a bunch of guys. And I was getting good. I would usually win. Not much. But enough to pay for a night at the movies or so...
I smiled at Gina. "Do you play poker?", I asked her. "No", she said giggling a little. "Would you like me to teach you?", I asked. She readily agreed. A while later I had taught her the basics. The winning hands. The strategies. The ways to bet. Gina seemed like a pretty good student, so we started playing a little. She was getting better, even though she seemed to lack experience. I had to correct her a couple of times.
Gina had no money with her. Under other circumstances I might have asked her to play strip poker. But Gina was already naked. Her bronzed body fully available to my hungry eyes. And I was wearing nothing except for a my swimsuit. A devilish thought entered my mind. "Would you like to make a little bet of our game?", I asked Gina. "Sure", she said it so non-challantly... as if she was sure of her victory... I grinned. "Really?", I asked. "Sure. Anything", she confirmed... Ha. Just what I wanted to listen. "OK", i bargained with her, "why don't we make it a little interesting then? Let's play 20 hands. The winner can ask the other to do anything. Anything at all. How about it?", I asked, my grin getting wider. "Fine", she said once again.
Oh my... I was already picturing it. I could ask her for anything... Anything! I kept thinking that my vacation couldn't possibly come to a better end. I silently congratulated myself for deciding to spend another night at the island. This would be the summer's highlight for sure. Well, it was. Just not the way I imagined it. Gina turned out to be a pro poker player. I barely won a hand. She just wiped me out. I blushed a very deep shade of red, yet couldn't help laughing once again at how foolish I had been.
"Time to collect your bet", I said admitting my defeat, "what would you like me to do? You can ask for anything. Anything at all". Gina giggled. "I want you to buy a bottle of wine. Open it. And down the whole thing without taking your lips off the bottle!"... This was only hours after I had consumed 3 entire bottles of wine by myself. But I didn't bat an eyelash. "Done", I said and got up to go and buy the wine. Gina ran after me. "No, no", she said, "I was just kidding". But I wouldn't have it. She must have felt guilty for hustling me but it didn't matter. I was foolish. But I was a gentleman and a gentleman always honors his bets. I had lost. It was our deal. She finally sat down and watched me.
I drank the entire bottle in one sip. And never played poker again...
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1/12/2012 12:46 am
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But you still drink whole bottles of wine without so much as a breath for air?
Oh boy, that just really made me laugh. Picturing you with a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown paper bag, back alley, with a long over coat, slumped against a wall...
Ok, on a serious note, did you get sick? Poor toothy...
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:36 am |
jranjan88
well, i was young... i was foolish. but i don't regret it. thank you for stopping by and wellcome to my blog!
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:39 am |
Quoting Opus_of_a_liar:
But you still drink whole bottles of wine without so much as a breath for air?
Oh boy, that just really made me laugh. Picturing you with a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown paper bag, back alley, with a long over coat, slumped against a wall...
Ok, on a serious note, did you get sick? Poor toothy...
Opus_of_a_liar
actually, i more or less gave up wine too, lol... so, no, i probably won't frequent dark alleys carrying brown paper bags...
and you know, i didn't get sick... i was just a little disappointed. mostly with myself.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:40 am |
Quoting Zoom442:
I love your stories....they always put a smile on my face. Thank you for sharing
zoom442
well, that gives me incentive to write more... thank you zoomie.
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:41 am |
sexysixties
sex? i was lucky to still be able to walk!... lol...
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:42 am |
MargotRegina79
in her defence she did try to stop me, she saw it more or less as a prank. she didn't know how stubborn i was (and still am)...
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:43 am |
ladytatas
and you would have gotten it! my tongue was still perfectly functional... lol...
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:44 am |
curioustap
nope. i managed to hold it together... but 'managed' is the key word, lol...
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:48 am |
menteluminosa
well, i left some parting gifts with her... my toothbrush (she had lost hers and could spare no money to buy a new one) and a pair of flip flops that were too big for her but her sandals were completely shattered and so she was thankful to get that from me.
i have no idea whether she would have wanted something more. i assume that had she wanted it, she would have asked for it...
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:49 am |
mmss1977
lol... the truth is not much else happened... but the whole experience was fun.
filakia
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:54 am |
jules1590
well, she had already seen me naked the night before during our skinny dipping expedition. and she was completely naked herself... my guess is she wasn't sexually interested or she would have given me a sign...
santorini is gorgeous, isn't it?
kisses.
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16539 posts 1/13/2012 3:55 am |
liminalkyss
well, you live and learn, don't you?... thank you my dear ms. limi...
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36204 posts 1/13/2012 12:47 pm |
how about some stripe poker ?? I swear I'm not gonna hustle you 
The first time my husband saw me fully nude was when a group of us played stripe poker at a friends, I wasn't dating him, I was dating the friend. I never got to see any male parts that night, they literally striped us clean though  I've never been good at poker 
If Love Is Not The Answer,
Then I Misunderstood The Question
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