Not Exactly

Finding a place to camp was the first challenge. The clearing was laden with small ground thorns, and the brush of the hillside was too thick to light a fire within, so as the sky began to grey, you rounded the hill to the South facing slope. To great surprise of your army of 3, the hillside boasted the ruined pillars, of an ancient temple.

This was strange... You weren't more than a few miles south of Delphi, how had you never heard of an old temple out here? The thought tugged at your brain as you made your way towards it, but any doubts were overruled by the thought of a smooth surface to spread your bedroll.

"As good a place as one can ask!" Chirped Vangel, swinging her pack out onto the center floor of the ruined platform. "Plenty room for a good fire."

"I'm not sure the gods would like that." You responded.

"Oh give it a rest, I'm sure they won't mind, besides, you see that round symbol carved on the wall? That's Aphrodite, love goddess and all that, I've done many a thing in her name, if you know what I mean." Vangel cracked a cheeky smile, turning to you and tipping her breast cup down and spilling them out a little, "All we have to do is show a little love." She teased.

"Cut it out," sighed Sara, "You're torturing the poor man. Besides, we need to wind down and doze off as soon as possible."

"Oh you're so boring sometimes" moaned Vangel, tucking her tits away just before they revealed completely. "I am in no mood for sleep, the moon is bright enough to catch a rabbit, and I'm gonna get hungry tomorrow I just know it." She got up and hoisted her spear, "I'm going to explore the mountain side, you two have your fire... Maybe use those bedrolls to appease the Goddess huh?" She teased with a sly smirk, before disappearing out of the light of the growing fire.

Thrown by that comment, you panic to relieve the awkwardness, "Shes got a poor sense of humor."

"Does she?" Asked Sara. Suddenly her gaze at you seemed very intense, standing in the orange, flickering light, her perfect body lit by the flames as the light danced over her curves, caressing her hips and breasts as it highlighted her features.

She was a warrior, so her body was cut as though from stone, yet her skin looked soft as satin, and her eyes and lips looked even softer as she stared at you, waiting for an answer.

"Is the idea of us appeasing the gods by sharing a little love in this old temple a funny thought to you?" She teased gently, a small smile playing on those perfect lips.

Your heart panicked, but somehow words escaped your mouth, "Not at all, it was a joke in poor taste."

"Oh, so it would be poor taste then."

Now you really panicked, and the ability to speak did fail you this time. Save for a stuttering sound as you tripped over your words.

Sara laughed at you, your pain clear as day. "You're too easy" she cackled, her smile and delighted eyes setting your soul ablaze despite the mockery being at your expense. "Particularly since I know you've thought about it." Suddenly she was looking at you again, those stunning eyes boring into you.

"I have not! I'm not a complete amateur. Our work is too important for such fraternizing." You said, half joking.

"Oh of course... Is it so important that you sneak peaks at me when we're training?" Sara said with a wild look of cheek.

"I do not! The only time I look at you in training is when you're swinging a sword at me!"

"Haha! Please! I can't pick up an arrow from the floor without you glancing up my skirt."

"That is an utter lie." You were actually getting a little nervous, she wasn't entirely wrong.

"Maybe..." She mused, "Or maybe I do take a little long to pick up arrows..."

You met her eyes again, suddenly very uncertain of what she was saying.

"And maybe I lean a little far forward when we're sparing... It does seem to distract you." Her eyes twinkled. "I fact I think you have a good few bruises directly due to you not being able to keep your eyes out of my cleavage haha!"

Stammering and faltering words once more you tried to protest.

"And not to mention, I'm not great at closing the washroom doors... when you're around." She said, leaning toward you. "And I know you look... Through the steam... at my wet body... as I rub and clean... I mean... I know you were there once when I..." She looked at you and saw the recognition in your eyes as you realized what she meant.

"Sara I didn't mean..."

"Yes you did. ..... And maybe I did too."

Your heart stopped.

"Maybe I left the door a little open... And maybe I put on a show."

Your mouth was open, but sound failed to leave. The show of which she spoke had occupied your dreams for months. While Greece partied, you jerked off to the memory of the ways she had touched herself in the steamy room. Bending herself over the benches with her perfect, round ass facing the door, and standing, with her perky tits shrouded in fog as she had brought herself to orgasm.

"And I saw you looking today." She got very close, "I'm tired of waiting for you to make the move."