“Good afternoon, Gabriella,” Valentina replied. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“I did. Thanks for asking. If I could sneak that bed back home with me I would,” I joked.
Iyanna seemed anxious but I expected that since she had been so excited about seeing her guest.
Valentina took a few moments for a mini pep talk before escorting us to our guys.
“Your guests have arrived and are waiting…”
The mere confirmation that they were in the vicinity, summoned the butterflies of the day before.
Breathe, Gabriella, I silently coached myself.
“Their luggage will be delivered to your room once room service has been completed. Remember, if there is any part of your date that does not sit well with you, talk to me. Yes, they pay well to be here…” she stressed, “but my primary concern is how you are feeling. Keep me abreast. I can’t stress that enough. Agreed?”
We simultaneously concurred.
“By the way, you both look lovely. You present well.”
Her compliment brought a smile to my face, and removed the fear that I had missed a communication. Her approval mattered.
Walking toward our guests induced a swarm of excitement and intrigue that I hadn’t expected.
There I was in another country about to engage in something I would never in a million years have dreamed of…and happily anticipating every single minute of it.
I didn’t know exactly when that shift occurred, but I greeted it with open arms.
As much as I’d always loved Disneyland which had a reputation for being The Happiest Place on Earth, at that moment I felt that Paraiso Belo had them beat! At the very least, it could be labeled the other happiest place on Earth.
CHAPTER 10
~*~*~
Somewhere during the mention of luggage being delivered to my room, a reality set in – adulthood. I would be “living” with a man, and sharing a bed with that man, for two whole days.
I was immersing myself into the idea when in the distance, the two men became clearer. One in professional attire, the other casual.
The closer we got, the more the full ‘packages’ came into focus.
Valentina turned her head to me with a sly grin when I said, “Damn…” I hadn’t realized I said it out loud, but the cat was out of the bag.
Sexy ass Brazilian men!
I had yet to see one I didn’t like. My decision was made…I didn’t care which of them was mine because I would gladly take either.
Valentina was the first to speak. “Boa tarde, cavalheiros.”
The one in the suit stepped forward and kissed her on both cheeks. When he stepped back into position, the second guy took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
“It’s very nice seeing you, Valentina,” said ‘Mr. Suit & Tie’ before turning his attention to me. “E quem é esta senhora encantadora diante de mim?”
Manuel, the Adonis in jeans, had already made his way to greet Iyanna, and immediately, I saw there was something magnetic between them. I didn’t blame her. He was nice looking – rugged and sexy, in a bad boy kind of way.
“Victor…” Valentina scolded. “Such an impatient boy, you are. You’re going to scare her away,” she smiled, while taking her place next to me. “This is Gabriella and she will be your hostess for the next two days.”
He approached and greeted me with an embrace. Assertive, I liked it. I liked it a lot. His scent was an expensive one. His personality was comforting. He struck me as the type who had no problem going for what he wanted.
Attractive characteristic in a man.
Still in his arms, I acknowledged, “Such a warm welcome, Victor. Thank you. I feel wanted already.”
As Victor and I released from our embrace, Valentina asked, “Is everyone comfortable?” I want to leave you to your time if I am no longer needed.”
Looks were exchanged, but no one spoke up.
“Alright. Well, if that’s everything, I will see you around. Have fun!”
She winked at me as she departed. If I could have reciprocated without looking stupid, I would have, but since I never learned to wink, I settled for a smile instead.
~*~*~
Not long after Valentina left, Iyanna and Manuel disappeared without so much as a word. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess where they’d traipsed off to, and that I probably wouldn’t see Iyanna until after he’d left – if at all.
Victor led me to seating in an area near the reception lounge with a perfect view of the pool where we could become better acquainted.
There was chemistry present between us. I felt it in the hug, and by the way he held onto me.
At one point the water in the pool caught a glint of the sun and it sparked a bright light that I was drawn to. When I realized how piercing it was to my eyes, I was forced to turn away.
I looked over at Victor to find he was staring at me – studying, maybe even admiring.
Smiling, I asked…“What’s on your mind, Victor?”
“I’m admiring your beauty. It’s a lot to take all at once. Not that Valentina fails on delivery. She always delivers, but I’m very pleased with this choice.”
“Obrigada…” I said, blushing. “I’m glad I meet your approval. It’s mutual. I find you extremely attractive, Victor. Your green eyes are striking,” I said moving closer to him. “They almost match my shirt.”
“Hmm…a match…much like the two of us.”
He didn’t break eye contact once as he spoke. He was extremely intense.
“We could be…the way you look at me certainly makes me feel…special. Don’t stare too long though, you might find a flaw.”
“I don’t think that’s possible. Have you seen yourself?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Sir.”
“I like that place called everywhere. I’d like to go there.”
“I’d like you to go there,” I flirted back.
We sat staring into each other’s eyes, our smiles lingering for more than a few seconds.
Whew. Kenny, who? If I had a fan, I would have been a fanning fool.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I waved the server over. “I’m suddenly hot,” I teased, fanning air into my face.
“I know what you mean. It is pretty hot, isn’t it? I’ll take something light. In fact, why don’t you order for me” he suggested.
“You trust me to do that?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Okay,” I agreed. “No problem.”
“May I order two Caipirinhas, please?” I asked the server.
Victor nodded in approval.
“I like Caipirinhas…good choice,” he complimented.
When our drinks arrived, my buzz was already on standby so it took mere minutes to kick in. I felt it travel through my body, taking me to a level of comfort I knew would work to my advantage.
Not that I needed much, Victor was really nice looking, and that made things oh so easy.
He had an immaculate haircut that I wanted to ruffle my fingers through. Those green eyes! He had a complexion of mocha brown. I wanted to devour him! A sculpted goatee. Toned. Nice conversation. Attentive.
I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I found myself wanting to explore what he was packing inside of his slacks.
I had prepared myself for the worst. I knew that not all men could look as good as the pack present at the previous night’s reception, so I didn’t have high expectations. But fortunately, Victor far exceeded any expectations I did have.
~*~*~
By the time we arrived at our suite, we were in deep discussion about the details of Victor’s life.
He had a twin brother, who was a restaurateur in Rio de Janeiro, while he owned a software company, in Osasco. He earned an MBA at NYU and remained in New York for two years after graduation. He was a newlywed of one year. The most surprising of all was that his marriage was arranged and open.
His wife knew of his “vacations”
and had no problem with them. She didn’t know where he went on those vacations or that they were even local, but she was aware.
I also found out that he was on his fourth visit to Paraiso Belo – once before his marriage, two since the marriage, and then me.
It sure brought home the statement Valentina made about these men not being the ones she’d fill her life with. It wasn’t for me to judge, but the writing was on the wall.
In the beginning when it was my turn to share, I kept things more private than he, opting only to divulge the minimum…that I was from California and considered Brazil a second home.
I let him know I would only be in town for another four days at which point I would be returning home to begin my first year of college.
We had been standing on the balcony talking since we arrived back at our room and I could feel the spark between us. I knew he could, too.
We had grown silent toward the latter part of our conversation, as though we were trying to figure out our next move.
“Do you think your school schedule will provide the flexibility that would allow frequent returns?”
“I’m not sure how demanding my schedule will be just yet. I can tell you that I haven’t missed a year since I was 9 years old. I have very close ties here, so nothing will get in the way of my visits – even if I have to work like a slave to complete papers before boarding my plane.”
“That’s good to know,” he responded.
He questioned whether I had an active relationship back home and if so, did he know and approve of what I engaged in on my trips to Brazil. I laughed when he asked, and told him that even though his wife was aware of his dirty deeds and accepted them, I highly doubted there were many men willing to send their women off on trysts…for pay.
Then to address his question, I responded, “I’m single, so there’s no man to report my activity to. I prefer it that way.”
“So, you’re completely unattached?” he inquired surprised. “How in the world is that? I would think a woman like you would never be free to roam. Amazing. I don’t quite know what to say to that.”
And there he was with the piercing eye contact again. It was as though hearing that there was no man in my life gave him new purpose.
He moved closer and without hesitation placed his lips over mine for a kiss that felt it had been waiting to make an appearance all day long.
Our tongues danced, the tastes of cachaça and lime, still fresh on our breaths.
As we kissed, his hands travelled underneath my blouse, unhooked my bra and cupped around newly freed breasts.
As he pulled my blouse over my head and slid the bra down my arms, I remained silent and focused on him taking control.
I was anxious to see where he would lead me. He made his way down and the last of my clothing fell beneath me as he worked his way around my body.
When there was nothing left he led me inside.
He guided me to the bed, turned me onto my stomach and caressed my ass with his palms.
“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve seen on a woman, ever.”
He kissed then nibbled my left ass cheek. My initial reaction was to shriek, but the more he did it, the better it felt.
I was thoroughly enjoying the strange feeling of having a body part bitten.
“You’ve relaxed…” he said. “That’s good. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” Tracing his finger over different areas, he whispered, “this body deserves all the delicate touches I can give.”
He kissed his way up the curve of my back and when he reached the top moved my hair to the side and planted kisses along the back of my neck.
When I felt his hardness rubbing against me, I assumed doggy style was our next stop. Instead he instructed me to momentarily move to where the pillows were. He then laid on his back.
“Venha cá, Gabriella.”
I came as he asked.
“Place your hands on the wall above the headboard,” he instructed.
I obliged.
“Bring your right leg over and then lower yourself over my face. I want to taste you.”
And taste me he did!
Shit! I had never done that before. I felt like putty in his hands or should I say his lips.
He tasted…he devoured and he finished, with a grand finale. My body had never reached the height of pleasure he took me to.
I knew instantly I was in good hands and in for the 48-hour ride of my life.
Victor was an experienced lover. He gave me a beginning, middle and conclusion – several times over.
When we emerged from our shared quarters freshly showered and dressed for dinner, I was a new woman.
I thought I was somewhat of a sexual being before that night, but I was wrong! Clearly, I was an amateur.
Sure, Paulo was merely a five-time deal, but Kenny was more sex than I could count over a three-year period. I guess two lovers did not an expert make.
With Victor…lucky number three, I realized I hadn’t achieved fame until the magic of multiple orgasms penetrated my universe.
I had entered a brand new learning curve and it was enjoyable, to say the least.
CHAPTER 11
~*~*~
“How did you enjoy yourself this afternoon, Gabriella?” he asked smiling, over our evening meal.
“I enjoyed you quite a lot, Victor. But somehow, I think you already know that.”
“I hoped…”
“You…are an amazing lover, Victor.”
“You, Gabriella…made that easy. I wanted to converse with your body the moment I watched you approach with Valentina. The sway of your hips. The golden of your skin. The beautiful curls that fell around your face and shoulders. Your breasts. I knew being inside you would be a paradise, I just didn’t know how much of paradise it would be.”
Whoa! What an ego booster!
He hadn’t said a thing about my level of experience – or lack thereof. Either he hadn’t noticed, was being nice or I wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought.
I made every effort to give him all I could. That dick was good and I wanted to savor every minute.
When he finally took me doggy-style, it was a memorable experience and I suspected that it would be for a long time.
He didn’t just pound, he took his time, and gave equal attention to my ass, rubbing and spanking at just the right times, in just the right spots for just the right reaction.
It was evident the session wasn’t all about penetration for him. He was on a hunting trail and making sure he made his target.
I would have gladly given that man a 5-star rating for Valentina’s books.
He introduced me to my clitoris. I was surprised and ecstatic to learn of its existence. I sure as hell didn’t know there was a part of my anatomy that could cause me to have that much mind-blowing, pleasure.
Dear Victor’s tongue: You’re officially my best friend. Signed, a very satisfied American girl.
“I enjoyed myself, the feel of you, the taste of you...” he continued.
“Thank you Sir,” I responded seductively. “It makes me happy that I made the grade.”
He grinned slyly. It seemed so long ago that I spotted him in his suit and thought he would be uptight and reserved. Boy, did he debunk that myth.
He looked casually cool sitting across from me in a white polo shirt, jeans and a single diamond stud in his ear that I somehow missed earlier.
Yes indeed, Victor oozed sex appeal. That wife of his was a lucky woman.
“So, Gabriella…can I ask why it was your family chose Brazil as their vacation destination?”
“Oh…the story is really short and sweet. At the onset of my father’s career with his firm, he was sent to Rio to finalize a deal and he fell in love with it. When he married my mother, he took her for their honeymoon, and they vacationed there often until I was born. Then they settled for trips to Disneyland and the San Diego Zoo,” I laughed. “When I was nine years old, they brought me for Carnival and we’ve been co
ming ever since.”
“I don’t know why the break happened; probably because they had a new baby on board. But they sure as hell made up for lost time. They were just here in February…we were all just here in February. This is the first trip I’ve made alone.”
“What line of work are your parents in? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Not at all. My father is VP at an advertising firm, and my mother is in public relations.”
“Ohhh…” he said while tracing his finger across my hand. “So, you’re the spoiled little rich girl…behaving badly,” he teased. “Your family has money?”
A gaze accompanied my guarded response, “You…could say that,” I said slowly withdrawing my hand.
“Overstepping?”
“On a scale from 1-10, I would say about an 8.999.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled, but sounding genuine at the same time. “Consider it the last time.”
I shot him a yeah right look, to which he responded, “I promise…”
“Ok…since you’re so cute and all,” I remarked, playfully wagging my finger at him. “I’m holding you to your word, Mister.”
“If I go back on my word, I will make it up to you over and over in any way you like. Though…” he paused, smiling while reclaiming my hand, “I’ll have you know, I was planning to do that anyway.”
Damn! That smile. He is fine!
“Not much else to the story at all,” I surrendered. “My parents took month-long vacations each year to come to Brazil and we would relax, enjoy Carnival and get together with friends.”
“Month-long vacations? What about school? Work, I get how that can be arranged…but how did that go over with your schooling?”
“That was the easy part. I was homeschooled from elementary all the way through high school. There wasn’t much promise in the public education system in the States, and since my grandmother was an educator, she knew first hand and passed on her views to my parents.”
“That makes sense.”
“The first year I came to Brazil, I felt out of place and it didn’t go so well. But the year after, I met my best friend Natalia, and it became the place I couldn’t wait to get to. She was born here, but her stepfather is American so she’s been speaking English since she was a little girl.”
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