Travels With Naked Girls - CHAPTER 11

Chapter 11.

The Greek Islands.

My time with Kai was beginning to wind down. That happens when a model falls in romance.

My time with Uti, I'm glad to say, was just beginning. We headed for the Greek islands.

I'd seen the Greek islands in a movie called Summer Lovers, which I loved. It featured Darryl Hannah naked, and Uti was rather like Darryl Hannah, though more curvy.

The movie convinced me that if I could make a video about the islands, it would be interesting. If Uti was in it, it would be enchanting.

We headed off in late May, just as the tourist season was beginning. This is a good time, in case you are ever thinking about going. During winter the islands are cold and windy, and almost deserted. In May, summer starts to awaken, the hotels open their doors, the restaurants start to think about customers.

If you go in May, the islands are not crowded, there's a festive air, and everyone is glad to see you. As summer wears on, the heat and tourist crowds make everyone jaded. In May, the whole world is new.

We went to Santorini, the island everyone thinks of when thinking of Greek islands. Once it was a huge volcanic island, but around 1400 BC the volcano blew up, in what must have been the most colossal explosion in all of human histroy. The explosion devastated the thriving Minoan civilization on nearby Crete, and may have been the origen of the legend of Atlantis, the land that disappeared into the sea.

What was left of Santorini was a crescent-shaped island with sheer cliffs left by the explosion on the inner side facing the sea. The main town is now Thira, perched on the cliffs at the middle of the inner side of the crescent. Lots of hotels perch on the cliffs too, for the view of the inner bay, where a new volcanic island rises in the centre.

I vividly remember the morning we arrived. The flight from Sydney took all day and night, and then we struggled to catch our short flight to the island. A taxi brought us to the top of a long flight of stone steps heading down to our hotel.

Suddenly the whole crescent of the island spread out before us on each side. Everything was gigantic, the huge circle of the sea, the sheer cliffs dropping to the water far below. The air was clear and crisp, the sky a vast blue marvel.

It was quiet. It was wonderful how quiet it was, in the clear early morning. Uti stretched out her arms, and said for the video how quiet it was. She turned around, taking in all the broad wonderful world.

We had breakfast on a table overlooking the stupendous view. It was the beginning of my third wonderful travel with girls, and as good as the magical first two.

Uti has style. She loves dressing sexily, often with nothing on but a short dress and minimal underwear. Once when I was videoing her walking down a street, she pulled her dress up for a moment and revealed a mostly bare bum.

"Did you get it?" she asked. I certainly did.

We went to Vlichada Beach, a nude beach on the north end of Santorini. We got there on a motorcycle, the best way to travel, since the islands are not very large. I didn't have a motorcycle license, and the man we rented it from seemed dubious at first, but I told him I'd lived through the 60's, and he let me have one.

Vlichada Beach was vast and long. It had black sand and cliffs of soft white pumice behind, weathered into fabulous shapes. There was even an arch of pumice for Uti to walk under, reaching up naked and grasping the arch high over her head and stretching.

She met a handsome young man named Narva and persuaded him to be in the video. They skipped stones together and climbed on the cliffs. Narva hammered a piece of the arch with his fist, to show how friable it was, and knocked off a huge chunk which came away in a cloud of dust. The dust swept down and over me and enveloped the camera. It made a great shot as the dust gradually cleared to reveal his sheepish look.

Uti lay in the waves near the shore, and I videoed her body as it washed back and forth in the gentle surges. The she lay out a towel on the hot black sand, and I videoed her again.

The Greek islands have many hiking trails, and one day we walked out to Oia on the north tip of the island. Uti strode on ahead, and sometimes I would see her, perched on a ridge, or waiting on a rock.

Once she came to a whitewashed chapel, gleaming in the sun. She leaned against it, enjoying the warm sun, and I thought she might take her clothes off so I could video her from afar. But she wasn't quite ready to do naked in public.

She did take an active part in the videos. I could always count on her to do something new and interesting.

We went to Red Beach, named for the bright red lava which forms it, both the sands and the cliffs behind. We walked to the far end, where Uti began to stake it out as a nude beach.

She had a pink two-piece, and she swam out and lolled on a rock in various poses and contortions. Plenty of people admired her from shore, and I videoed happily. Then she swam back and discarded her top, and climbed on the powdery red cliffs. More good shots.

She discarded her thong bottom, and started posing naked. She pointed down the beach, and there were two girls who were following her example. They were even caressing each other, a lovely sight.

Uti took up a translucent blue scarf, which she had brought along for the purpose, and did a slow supple dance. The sun was behind her and the scarf glowed with the light. It was wonderful.

Uti got more and more bold. We went to Paros, and one night she bought a present for her sister, and the old man running the shop gave her a scarf of sheer white cotton cloth.

Back at the hotel Uti got naked and then started wrapping the scarf around her. We lit candles, and her body gleamed through the gauzy white covering. She was inspired. She stepped out on the balcony and started a slow dance for the pedestrians below, unwrapping and wrapping herself in a slow dazzling exhibition.

Inside the hotel room, she lay on the bed and caressed herself while I kept the camera running hot. This segment eventually found its way into Free & Wild 4: Girl Touch.

Paros had Monasteri Beach, a nudist beach on a rocky peninsula. We did shots on the beach, and then Uti strolled off naked across the peninsula. There were plenty of clothed people scattered around.

Uti enjoyed the freedom. She sat on a rock bombarded by spray, and lay in the waterworn grooves of pink and grey rocks for photos. We did some of our best photos there. Then she walked away, climbing toward the peak of a hill nearby, naked and free and far from her clothes.

There's something about a pretty girl walking naked, with no clothes around and no chance of putting on any clothes, that seems very sensual and appealing. Anyone who wanted to could look at Uti naked in the bright sunlight, and she loved it. It was a wonderful feeling for her and the people scattered around.

One of our last shoots was on the island of Syros. We found Armeos Beach, a delicate small cove between strong arms of rocky coast. We went there in the daytime, and five Greek boys came down the trail to the beach, daring themselves. They hooted and tried to tease each other to take off their clothes.

With Uti standing there naked, they finally got up the courage to strip in the water and throw their togs up on shore. Perhaps it was one of the greatest afternoons of their lives. I have no doubt they all still remember it.

In the evening we went back to the beach, and were rewarded with a splendid sunset sinking into the water, with a fisherman's boat trailing across in silhouette. Uti playfully made a splash toward my camera, and the drops of water were lighted by the sun behind them as if they were fireworks. I asked her to splash again and again.

Then she went dolphin swimming out into the bay, rising out into the water and diving back down, the light growing steadily more roseate. It was wonderful footage, and I used it to end Surrender to the Sun 2.

I loved it. In front of my lens was one of the most lovely girls I'd ever seen, the golden goddess of everyone's dreams, and around me some of the world's finest islands. A good way to make a living, I thought.

Why would anyone want to make their living any other way?