As the sun beat down upon the crumbling stones of the ancient Greek temple, Amanda stood off to the side quietly observing everything. Her outfit was perfect for the heat, consisting of a pair of stylish, high-waisted shorts and a crisp white tank top. The fabric of her shirt hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts which strained against the thin material. Her perky nipples were clearly visible, drawing admiring glances from the group of tourists that had just arrived. She posed with confidence, knowing she was turning heads and reveling in the attention that she commanded.

She leisurely wandered through the bustling crowd, her bright eyes scanning each face with careful consideration as if searching for someone specific. Finally, she spotted him. Amidst the swarm of tourists snapping photos of the ancient ruins, the awkward young man stood off to the side, his unassuming appearance blending into the background. His plain, oversized backpack hung heavily on his back, and he nervously fiddled with its straps. A slight paunch peeked out from his untucked shirt, giving away his lack of attention to physical appearance. Yet, there was a spark in his bright caramel-colored eyes that spoke volumes of intelligence and wonder. He seemed lost in thought as he gazed at the ruins with a childlike curiosity.

Amanda stared at him, a warm smile lighting up her face as she caught his eye. The young man's gaze immediately met hers and then darted away, a rosy hue washing over his cheeks. He couldn't believe that such a stunning girl was paying him any attention. Her golden blonde hair was in a long ponytail flowing down her back and her eyes sparkled like jewels under the sun. His heart started beating faster and he nervously ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. Why was this enchanting girl looking at him?

Amanda sauntered up to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. "Hi there," she purred, her voice low and alluring. “I am Amanda,” she said gliding to a stop before him.

“Uh, I-I’m Pothos, I-I mean Pat,” he stammered. Why did he tell her his given name? He hated the name his father had chosen for him.

Amanda smiled at hearing his name, “Nice to meet you Pothos.” She waited a pause before continuing, “I noticed you admiring the temple. Fascinating is it not? The architecture, the history..." She trailed off, letting her words hang in the air.

Pat swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Y-yes, it's incredible," he stammered, unable to meet her intense gaze. "My father was a professor of Greek Studies at Stanford. He died when I was just a infant but I grew up looking through his old textbooks, fascinated by ancient Greece. The myths, the legends, the gods and goddesses..."

"Is that so?" Amanda asked, arching a perfect eyebrow. She took a step closer, invading his personal space. The sweet scent of her perfume enveloped him. "I happen to know a lot about the Greek gods. Aphrodite is my specialty.”

"Aphrodite?" he repeated, finally meeting her eyes. "The goddess of love and beauty?"

Amanda smiled, revealing straight white teeth. "That is right, and the mother of Pothos,” she exclaimed with a wink. “Some say she was the most beautiful of all the goddesses. Men worshipped her, desired her, would do anything for a taste of her love.” She looked at him intently, as if deciding something, before speaking again, “In fact, did you know that today is fourth day of Hekatombaion in the ancient Athenian calendar, the day of the Aphrodisia festival?"

Pat's eyes darted around seeing that his tour group was moving on. He murmured, "Uh, no, I wasn't aware that today held any special significance."

Her hand reached out to lightly stroke his arm causing him to look at her again. "There is an inner courtyard in this temple, one the tours do not visit. It is said to be very pretty. Would you like to see it?"

Pat's breath quickened at her touch. He knew he shouldn’t leave the tour group, but this young woman was so enchanting, he slowly nodded his head. “I would like that,” he said bashfully.

With a coy smile, she led him away from the crowd and deeper into the maze of ancient stone. They wound their way through crumbling archways until they reached a secluded courtyard with fragrant jasmine vines climbing the walls and weathered columns. Pat was taking in the beauty of the courtyard when Amanda left his side and made her way to the wall. She reached out and grasped a section of tangled vines pulling them aside, revealing the stone that was covered with intricate carvings and weathered marks. Pressing a slender finger against the cool, ancient stone, she traced a pattern along the carvings and a narrow section of the wall swung open with a soft groan, revealing a hidden chamber beyond. "Come," she whispered as she stepped through the portal, disappearing into the unknown depths.

Pat took a deep, steadying breath and hesitantly followed Amanda into the mysterious chamber, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. As he crossed the threshold, the hidden door swung shut behind him with a dull thud, sealing them inside.

The chamber was dimly lit by flickering torches mounted on the stone walls, casting elongated shadows that danced across the ancient floor. In the center of the room stood a magnificent marble statue of Aphrodite, her nude form sensually carved with exquisite detail. A large smooth low marble altar sat before the likeness, the sides carved with very detailed erotic scenes. The air was thick with the heady scent of incense and a strange energy seemed to hum in the space.

"It's beautiful," Pat whispered in awe, slowly walking around the altar and approaching the statue. He reached out a tentative hand to touch it but stopped short, suddenly feeling as if he was intruding on something sacred.

"Is she not breathtaking?" Amanda purred, sauntering over to stand beside him. "A true masterpiece." Her fingers lightly traced the statue's smooth thigh. "Aphrodite was worshipped for her ability to incite passion and lust. Men would come from far and wide just to catch a glimpse of her beauty, to bask in her presence and pray for her favor."

Pat nodded mutely, transfixed by the statue's voluptuous form and Amanda's tantalizing proximity. His skin tingled with anticipation.

Amanda turned to face him, her eyes smoldering with unchecked desire. "Do you know what the ancient Greeks did to honor Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Pat shook his head dumbly, completely under her spell. Amanda leaned in close, her ample chest brushing against him. "They made love," Amanda whispered into Pat's ear, her warm breath tickling his skin. "Right here on this very altar."

Pat's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?" he stuttered, his face flushing crimson.

Amanda smiled seductively, trailing a finger down his chest. "The devotees would offer their bodies to the goddess, worshipping her with acts of passion and pleasure. It was the ultimate form of reverence."

She took a step back and slowly began to caress her breasts, flicking her hardening nipples through the fabric of her shirt. “I have a request to make, Pothos," Amanda purred as she undid her ponytail and let her hair tumble loose in waves. "I want you to make love to me on this sacred day."

Pat stood in disbelief as the words tumbled from Amanda's lips. His backpack slipped off his shoulders and thudded to the ground, forgotten in his shock. He closed the distance between them, drawn by an invisible force. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned in for a kiss. She responded eagerly, tangling her fingers in his unruly hair as their kiss deepened. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth to dance with his, exploring every crevice. When the kiss finally broke, Amanda placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away gently, taking a step back.

Before Pat could react, a shimmering light enveloped Amanda. It grew brighter and brighter until he had to shield his eyes. When the glow faded, she stood there barely covered by pale yellow fabric, a delicate wreath of grape leaves encircled her head. She let the fabric slip off her body and pool on the floor at her feet.

Pat's pulse raced as he took in the sight of her flawless, nude figure. His eyes trailed over her ample, round breasts before settling on her toned stomach and the inviting curve of her hips. Between her creamy thighs, lay a glistening cleft that seemed to beckon him. He could feel his mouth go dry with desire looking at her beauty.

Amanda glided forward, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. "I am Aphrodite," she declared, her voice soft but resonating with power. "And I have chosen you, Pothos, to make love to me on my altar.”

Her hands moved swiftly, undressing Pat with deft fingers until he stood naked before the goddess, his arousal evident. His penis, though fully erect, was small and he felt self-conscious being exposed in the presence of her beauty. He attempted to conceal himself with his hands in a futile attempt to hide his perceived inadequacy. Aphrodite just smiled and took his hand leading him to the smooth marble altar, gently pushing him down onto his back. The stone was cool against his heated skin as she climbed atop him, straddling his hips.

Pat gazed up at her in wonder, scarcely believing this was real. Aphrodite was a vision of perfection above him, her skin glowing in the flickering torchlight. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that ignited a fire deep in his core. Her tongue plundered his mouth with wanton desire as her hand reached between their bodies to stroke his erection. A warmth radiated through his groin at her touch, a tingling and a feeling of stretching as his penis grew in length and girth.

Pat groaned into the kiss, his hips slightly bucking up involuntarily at her touch. Aphrodite broke away with a sultry smile, rising up on her knees to position herself over his enlarged cock. With agonizing slowness, she sank down, enveloping him in her tight, wet pussy. They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, lost in the throes of passion.

Aphrodite began to move, rolling her hips in a sensual dance as old as time itself. Pat matched her rhythm, thrusting up to meet her downward strokes. His hands roamed her body, caressing every inch of smooth skin he could reach. He cupped her full breasts, tweaking the rosy nipples until she moaned in ecstasy. Their bodies moved as one, a primal dance of lust and devotion on the sacred altar.

"Yes, Pothos, yes!" Aphrodite cried, her head thrown back in rapture as she rode him. "Worship me with your cock. Give yourself to me completely!"

Pat was lost in a haze of pleasure, his world narrowed to the slick sliding in and out and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, his climax fast approaching. "I'm going to cum," he panted, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips.

"No!" Aphrodite commanded, her voice husky with need. "I need to feel you pump your seed deep inside me as I reach my peak."

She shifted the angle of her hips, taking him even deeper. Her inner muscles rippled around his shaft, milking him with every stroke. Pat gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his impending release. He once again reached up and held her perfect breasts as they bounced up and down with the rhythm of their bodies. Aphrodite slipped a hand down her torso, seeking out the swollen nub of her clitoris. She rubbed tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, pinching it and rolling it between her fingers as she gasped and shuddered above him.

"Do not stop," she moaned, grinding herself wantonly on his cock. "I am so close..."

Pat could feel her pussy fluttering around him as he thrust up hard and fast, she threw her head back with a keening moan, her climax crashing over her in intense waves. Her pussy spasmed around him, clinching and releasing his throbbing member. “Cum inside me mortal,” she panted still riding his cock. “Fill my womb with your semen, impregnate me.”

With a guttural groan, Pat thrust up one final time and erupted inside her. His cock pulsed and throbbed, spilling his seed deep within her sacred channel.

She collapsed down on top of him, their sweaty bodies intertwined as they caught their breath. He held the goddess close, marveling at the incredible experience he just had. Aphrodite nuzzled into his neck, placing gentle kisses along his skin.

"You have pleased me greatly, my devoted Pothos," she purred contentedly. "You shall forever be blessed by Aphrodite's love and favor."

They lay entwined on the altar, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Pat gently stroked her silky hair, unable to believe he had just fucked an actual goddess. Slowly, reluctantly, Aphrodite rose up, Pat's softening member slipping out of her well-satisfied pussy. A trickle of his cum leaked out, sliding down her thigh.

She smiled at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "That was divine, my mortal lover. You worshipped me so thoroughly." Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest. "I am quite pleased with my choice of consort this Aphrodisia."

Pat blushed at her praise, still in awe of the stunning creature before him. "It was my honor and pleasure to have made love to you, my Goddess," he murmured reverently. "I am forever changed by your touch."

Aphrodite chuckled, a musical tinkling sound. "As well you should be. It's not every day a mere man gets to fuck the Goddess of Love herself." She slid gracefully off the altar, retrieving her wispy gown from the floor. The fabric seemed to mold itself to her curves as she slipped it on.

Pat sat up, suddenly unsure. The magic of the moment was fading and reality was setting in. "What happens now?" he asked hesitantly.

Aphrodite approached the altar and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. "Now, it is time for you to return to your world, forever changed by our encounter," she whispered as she grasped his flaccid penis that was now twice the size as it was when they met.

Before Pat could respond, Aphrodite waved her hand and he found himself suddenly clothed and standing off to the side in the crumbling stone temple, watching his tour move along to the next area. He glanced around in bewilderment, half wondering if it had all been an incredibly vivid dream. But the lingering scent of sex and incense on his body and the newfound bulge in his shorts told him otherwise.

He blinked against the bright Greek sunlight and wandered through the crumbling ruins towards his departing tour group, replaying the incredible events in his mind. A knowing smile played at his lips – he would always cherish this day.