by Mark Green
“I’ve wanted you for so long…” he moaned as I slipped my hand around him, gently squeezing and rubbing up and down. We kissed deeply, tongues searching, hungry for each other. I felt him start working his hand down from my pert breasts towards…
KNOCK, KNOCK!!
“Senor,” a voice called from outside the door.
For fuck’s sake!!
“NO! You’ve gotta be joking!” JC shouted , breathless, whacking the bed in frustration as I rolled over and doubled up, panting from the excitement.
Of all the lousy bloody timing!
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JC
Bollocks!
I scrambled around for a towel and yanked the door open, cowering behind it to shield my obvious bulge from the porter’s wide eyes.
“Senor. Breakfast finishes in ten minutes,” he said, handing me a shopping bag of clothes.
“Gracias,” I managed, then pushed the door back for a moment as I hunted around for some loose change, oblivious to the fact that we were in Brazil now and that the Portuguese language and currency were the order of the day. I shot a look at Angel as I fished the money out of my trouser pocket. She’d pulled the sheets up under her chin, her face flushed.
I poured a handful of coins into the porter’s hand then shut the door, leaning back on it, breathing hard. I started to laugh as I suddenly felt wobbly and in desperate need of food. I made my way to the bed and shuffled up alongside Angel, laughing at her shaking her head.
“Shitty bloody timing!” she said.
“I know, story of our lives! One of these days we’ll get it together. Tell you what, I’m starving. Do you fancy breakfast, a day at the Waterfalls then a nice meal and an early night?”
She nodded, a wicked smile on her lips as she stood and felt her way around the bed towards the bathroom.
“This time you can look, keep it in mind for later…”
I felt myself shudder as she disappeared into the bathroom, my eyes lingering on her naked body. She was one sexy woman. I didn’t know if I could wait until this evening…
Forty Four
JC
As bad timing as it was, the interruption was probably a blessing. I didn’t appreciate how hungry I was until I stood staring at the breakfast buffet. I realised we’d not eaten anything substantial for two days.
I handed Angel a plate and loaded it up with eggs, sausages and cheeses and we devoured a hearty meal, each filling our plates twice more before we were done.
“That was delicious. Thank you.”
“What for? I didn’t cook it,” I said, sitting back with a full tummy.
“You made this happen, with one phone call.”
“Don’t thank me yet, there’ll be a fallout from all this…”
I watched her shrug her shoulders and for a moment my eyes saw past her cotton tee shirt, mentally undressing her.
“Madge and Bozzer will be in Argentina by now. She’ll be getting the best possible treatment. I think we can put up with the repercussions,” she said.
“We did the right thing. Definitely.”
She nodded, but then grinned, mischievously.
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun though. I reckon the two of us could be quite a handful.”
Now it was my turn to grin, wondering what antics we’d get up to next.
Angel
It was a strange feeling, sitting opposite JC at breakfast, knowing that he was probably looking at me differently. He’d been officially allowed to see me naked and we’d very nearly taken things a stage or two further. It was bloody difficult to be normal again while we ate — my body was still tingling, despite having had a cold shower. I wanted to rip his clothes off right there and shag him senseless!
A day out at the Iguazu Falls was just the distraction we needed and it was a gorgeous day outside the air conditioned hotel. The sun was blazing hot, but without the humidity and regular downpours of the jungle.
We walked hand in hand to the bus station, accompanied by Simon and the reporters, who tried to engage us in conversation. JC ignored them, speaking only to remind them of the promised three days of peace to recuperate before we’d be available for interviews. They were probably still getting some film footage of us though so presumably their paymasters were happy enough.
JC resumed his usual running commentary, describing the lavish hotels that lined the road to the Falls and his first glimpse of the raging waters and spray as we approached the entrance. I could hear the roar of the water as we wandered into the park, the power of nature in full flow. I felt JC stop and turn back towards the entrance.
“Fantastic! Don’t you just love rules,” he said.
“Why? What’s going on?”
He laughed.
“Apparently they need some sort of professional permit to film in here. Let’s get a head start, it probably won’t hold them up for long…”
We hurried on, knowing that they’d catch up with us eventually. I squeezed his hand and trotted alongside, feeling a light spray drift over me as the roar of rushing water grew louder.
“Wow!”
JC slowed us to a stop.
“Angel, this is amazing. Can you feel the spray? There must be twenty or thirty individual waterfalls, all curved at different angles, with several tiers stepping down to the river below. It’s absolutely fantastic…”
“I know, I can hear it, feel the rushing water. It’s like we’ve stepped into a movie set!” I said, grinning at the sensations.
JC
I’ve seen pictures of the Niagara and Victoria Falls, but this was a world apart. There were loads of walkways that allowed us to get really close to the millions of gallons of water constantly thundering over the edge of the staggered cliffs above us. It was so stunning it couldn’t possibly be real. Multiple waterfalls cascaded all around us, surrounded by lush green trees and exotic scrubs, spray hanging in the air, providing a welcome cooling shower.
We carried on walking right to the end of the walkway, getting wetter and wetter as we neared the viewing platform, only a few metres from the cascading water. Far below, two speedboats zoomed upstream, taking passengers right up to the edge of the waterfall, almost disappearing from view in the mist, which created a beautiful rainbow. It was one of the most amazing sights and sensations I have ever experienced.
I glanced across at Angel, saw her grinning too. Like me, her shorts and tee-shirt were getting saturated from the spray.
“Are you okay with this, it’s pretty wet…”
“Hell yes, I love it!” she shouted back against the roar of the water, squeezing my hand.
I stood there rooted to the spot, less self-conscious now about looking at her, drinking in her curves, getting turned on watching her soaking clothing cling erotically to her body. I reached forward. I had to kiss her. She responded as her pert wet body clung to mine, sending my hormones rocketing.
“I need you JC,” she whispered in a throaty voice as we parted.
“Oh God yeah. Later is not soon enough!”
A cheer went up from our fellow tourists, prompting us to pull back, but not for long.
The sun was even hotter now, much like my state of mind. I needed to cool off or I wouldn’t make it through the rest of the day. Earlier, I’d noticed a small passenger ferry crossing to a central island, where there was an area marked out for swimming in the Iguazu River. We didn’t have any swimming costumes or towels, but I figured we could probably get away with our underwear, our clothes were sopping wet now anyway, so what difference would it make? Angel didn’t hesitate when I suggested it, but I never thought she would.
We caught the boat across to the small pebble beach where we stripped off and waded into the gorgeous cool water, sinking in up to our shoulders, our bodies magnetically drawn together. Angel slipped her arms around my neck and we kissed, tentatively and gently at first, then with more intensity and passion.
“I’ve been thinking…” she said between kisses, “there’s a
way to escape Simon and the others without becoming a media freak show…”
“There is?”
“Mmm. Means being a bit naughty though…” she said, slipping her hand down my stomach and inside my pants.
“Jesus Angel, you turn me on!”
“Shut your eyes,” she said.
“But I love looking at you,” I said, reaching out for her, running my hands over her breasts, feeling her shudder.
She started to pull my boxer shorts down over my thighs, sending my heart racing even faster. I dropped my hand to stop her.
“We can’t…”
“Close your eyes, experience this with me, just by touch. Lose those inhibitions…”
“It’s too public,”
“That’s the point! Let go of everything you know…”
I hesitated, then released her hand, kissed her again and unclipped her bra. I traced the outline of her skin down from her breasts until I felt the material of her underwear. My breathing was erratic now, I moaned as she cast my boxers aside and wrapped her fingers around my erection, encouraging me to pull her panties aside and slip my fingers inside her, feeling her heat…
“Have you got your eyes shut JC?” she said, almost panting.
“Yes... it’s erotic because it’s daylight and I know there are people but I can’t see them…”
“Shh... No other people, just us.”
I felt her body shudder as I slipped my fingers deeper inside. She lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around my back as she guided me in, pulling our bodies close, hips touching, rhythmically grinding together. We kissed deeply, her fingernails clenched into my skin, pert bare breasts pressed against my chest, the cool water tingling around our hot bodies. I remember being totally absorbed in our lovemaking, eyes clenched tightly shut, oblivious to everything else.
She was right, we could have been anywhere. There was no one else here, just us. I carried our pulsating bodies back towards the shallower water, where I lay her back on the beach, pushing deeply inside.
I heard her whimper and cling to me even tighter, as I felt myself start to let go.
“Bloody hell! I’m going to cum…” she gasped, moaning as our rhythm increased, pelvises flexing in and out, both building towards a pulsating orgasm that clamped us together, weeks of pent-up sexual tension exploding. I tensed up, held her tightly, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Gradually I felt my muscles relax as I sank into her embrace, kissing her, completely absorbed in the moment.
We lay there for a few moments on the beach, water lapping against us, our bodies as one, engrossed in a relaxed feeling of satisfaction and fulfilment.
And then the cheering, wolf-whistles and clapping began!
Blink.
I forced my eyes open, already cringing, wondering how badly we’d messed up, hoping against hope it was just a couple of people.
Oh bloody FUCK!!
I glanced around, disbelief draining me of all the passion I’d just been revelling in. There must have been fifty people on the beach. But the worst of it was, at least three of them had video cameras trained on us! And advancing through the cheering crowd were two members of the park’s security staff!
Beneath me, I felt Angel start to giggle.
“How bad is it?” she said, laughing out loud as I dropped my head into her neck, burying my head in shame.
“I think we’ve just become stars of a Brazilian porno movie,” I said, not knowing whether to laugh or grab our clothes and run.
Angel whooped out loud and slapped my arse hard.
YEOOWW!!
“Stay for a bit, we should enjoy this moment. Let’s walk away from this with dignity…”
“Dignity?! We’ve just shagged in front of fifty people, and been filmed! I think dignity is the least of our worries!”
“I don’t see fifty people,” she said, actually managing to sound indignant. There was nothing else for it, I laughed. What else could I do?
One of the park’s staff stripped off his tee shirt and offered it to Angel to shield her important bits from the many eyes and cameras that were fixed on us. Under the supervision of the security staff, we were escorted to our clothes where we got dressed and were then frog-marched out of the park.
Despite the deep shit we were in, I had a stupid grin plastered across my face. So did Angel.
“Let’s put it down to stress relief, after our time in the jungle,” she said.
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It turned out the Brazilian authorities had a slightly different interpretation of our being a bit naughty and we were escorted into a police van, past Simon and the film crew, who had been waiting in the shade playing cards. I watched their confused expressions as we sped away, and I couldn’t help giving them a cheeky wave. I turned back to face Angel, who was sitting back against the side of the van, still grinning.
“So,” she said, playfully.
“So. We made it to the end.”
“The end?” she said, surprise creeping into her voice.
“Of the trip. We outlasted my expectations.”
“Hmm. Um, I’m wondering where we go from here JC…”
“Home to the cold, probably. A big roast dinner. Followed by a cool beer or two. Then I’m going to start planning my next adventure. I’ve got a taste for travelling. Thank you Angel. It’s been… an eye-opener!”
I leant forwards, kissed her on the cheek, then sat back and watched the emotional roller coaster of expressions flash across her face.
“That’s it? We’re done?”
“We broke our pact Angel, we got sexually involved. Sure, we had a few laughs along the way, but honestly, us? Nah.”
Angel sat frozen opposite me, in complete shock.
“But I want to see you again!” she blurted out, overcoming her temporary rigor mortis to reach out, touch my knee.
“Oh, you will. Just make sure you put in the highest bid…”
“Highest bid?”
“Yup. I’m going to do another auction, try out the next Kate Thornly. I reckon what with the fumble on the beach and being an international celebrity now, I should get a few takers.”
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Angel
I sat there completely dumbfounded. I felt my bottom lip start to quiver. He couldn’t be serious? After everything we’d been through. What a bastard! I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak, but no words came.
Then I felt him run his fingers through my hair and he gently pushed my jaw back up, snapping me out of my daze.
“Gotcha!”
Forty Five
Angel
The worst bit about the next two days was being apart from JC. But I had all the memories of our romp on the beach to help ward off the boredom while we waited for the powers that be to decide what to do with us. In the end, I think they took the easy option and deported us, which is what I’d hoped would happen when I first had that crazy, naughty idea.
Was it worth it, the stigma and all the extra attention we’d heaped on ourselves? Absolutely! It was a moment of mad, reckless fun that I’ll never forget. Paris Hilton, a comfy hotel room, with no live audience, pah!
And that’s how we found ourselves sitting on a plane home, our South American adventure over. But we’d had a pretty good run, I had no complaints. It was mid December and only two weeks shy of the full three months. The Brazilian Authorities had been pleasant enough, even mildly amused, but they were at a loss as to what the right course of action should be. They had to do something and so a crusty old judge cautioned us and sent us packing. Justin and the TV crew were furious, but as far as I’m concerned, we’d kept our end of the bargain.
* *
Flying out of Rio airport was something else. As we were escorted into the terminal, a huge cheer went up. I could hear hundreds of people waiting to see us off, many of them wearing printed tee shirts of us cavorting naked on the beach. Under the picture was a caption in Portuguese that apparently said something like; From Iguazu to Eternity — fucking E
nglish! Maria would be proud!
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JC
The departure gate was bonkers! There were people everywhere wearing those crazy tee shirts. So this is what being a celebrity is like, I thought, as we were escorted through the barrage of flash photography and cheering crowds. We were famous!
But the real adventure for us was just beginning. It was this thought above all the other experiences we’d had travelling together that made me smile the most. Our future was unwritten.
How would we get on together back home?
How would we cope as a family?
I was both nervous and excited to find out the answers, but I knew that whatever happened, life would never be boring again.
I was roused from my thoughts by a stewardess finishing her announcement; we’d be landing at Heathrow in a few hours. Angel squeezed my hand and leant towards me, whispering mischievously in my ear.
“Hey Superman, fancy joining the Mile High Club?”
Acknowledgments
I owe a big thank you to a few special people who helped make the writing of this book possible:
To my mum and dad, Christine and Norman, for the extra tuition in my early years.
To my grandparents, Cliff and Irene, for helping me financially which allowed me valuable rewriting time.
To my wife Nicola, for being my travel companion, book editor and quality control officer.
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And to the anonymous blind girl who, on Wednesday 31st October 2007, made me blink back tears as she walked the Inca Trail on the arm of her Peruvian guide. You are my inspiration and the real hero of this book.
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For more information about me and my other writing projects, please look me up at: http://www.markdavidgreen.co.uk