Twisted Classics

That Sexy Brazilian Lady-4

I left the party to come back to my room, leaving some still drinking and laughing. My flight out was tomorrow right after noon and I started packing the few things I hadn’t placed in the big shipment. I was relieved that I’d be leaving tomorrow, because this wasn’t what I expected on these business trips. I’d never got involved with anyone remotely related to the business and I hadn’t needed to start now, here. No, it was best that nothing had happened with Rafaela. It was better to keep my business-travel relationships to a fantasy level.

There was a knock on the door. It wasn’t uncommon. Conference attendees always seemed to track me down with questions, no matter where I hid; and that included in my room. There was seldom a night when I hadn’t been disturbed. I guess it had become a habit for me. Without thinking I went to the door and opened it.

“You left the party too early!” she said as she stood there, a glass of something dark amber in her hand.

“I…I have a flight tomorrow and I’m finishing packing,” I stammered.

“Maybe I can help you,” she said, staring into my eyes, that cute smile on her face. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” I said, backing into the room to give her space to enter. “It’s usually not this messy in here,” I apologized as I pushed the door closed.

I turned around. She was barely a foot away from me.

“I didn’t come here to view your mess. There was something else I wanted to give you to remember Brazil.”

I’m not sure what my face said but my stomach was knotting itself into a tight ball. “You don’t have to give me anything else,” I started to object, “The bracelet…”

“But I have been wanting to give you this all week,” she interrupted. Then, she leaned forward and planted her lips firmly on mine. One arm slowly circled my waist and her tongue found its way between my teeth.

I’m not sure how long the kiss lasted but when she finally backed away, my head was spinning and every ounce of liquid in my body had somehow found its way to my crotch.

“Wow,” I said, licking my lips, my eyes barely open. I was frozen in place with my back to the door.

“May I stay awhile?” she asked, softly. Without waiting for an answer, she walked into the room, placed her drink on the bed table, piled my suitcase carefully onto the floor, and then turned and held her hand out to me.

Without thinking, I followed her and placed my hand in hers. Was this part of my fantasies? Was I dreaming this?

She pulled me closer, then she lifted her shirt over her head. Her beautiful dark hair cascaded down around her shoulders as the shirt came off her body.

“Don’t back away,” she whispered to me, as she unbuttoned my shirt.

I hadn’t backed away, I don’t think. I was staring blatantly at her incredible t**s. They were beautiful, large, firm orbs with n*****s the color of dark chocolate and aureoles the size of Kennedy half dollars. That was one of the things I hadn’t imagined in my fantasies.

“You do want this, don’t you?” she asked, her face precious, with a shy look of doubt. She reached to unzip my fly.

I looked into her eyes, at a loss for words.

“Of course you do,” she stated confidently.

She pulled me closer. Our lips met again as we sank onto the bed.

“I thought you were married,” I said when our lips parted.

“So? Do you want him here, too?”

“No,” I answered, shaking my head.

She smiled, looking deeply into my eyes. “I have been trying to get you into bed since I met you last spring, but you never reacted to me.”

“I didn’t know you were serious,” I said softly.

“Well, now that you do, we’ll have to make up for lost time. Good s*x is good s*x, no matter where you find it. You do like good s*x, don’t you? It would be a shame to part without exploring the possibility.”

I must have grinned because she laughed as she covered my mouth with hers.

God, I had never expected this! Sure, I’d fantasized about it. But I never dreamed it would actually happen. I’d thought her smiles and sexy looks were innocent flirting. Now I had her in my bed. Now what?

For someone who wasn’t a lesbian, she certainly moved like one. I didn’t have a chance. My clothes…and hers…were on the floor before my brain even realized she was serious about this.

Her fingers roamed my body while her tongue urged its way into my mouth again. My hands caressed her back and buttocks. It was the smoothest, firmest skin I’d ever felt. It was like gliding over silk stretched tightly across a canvas frame. It was something I couldn’t remember ever touching before, but then, at that moment, I’m not sure I could remember my own name.

What I did remember was that I wanted to make love to her. I had wanted that all week, all month…ever since I met her. I rolled her over onto her back. She didn’t object, and started to press her body up into me as her legs wound around me. I could feel her heat burning onto my abdomen…or was it my own?

The smile in her eyes invited me to continue and I started my journey down her body. I slowly created a trail of kisses and nibbles across her beautiful chest. Her skin tasted astonishing. The hint of salty brine, toasted under the Brazilian sun, made the most delicious taste across her body. And her n*****s? Glorious nuggets that seemed to spring to life as I rubbed them across my teeth with my tongue. I could have stayed there for days, but there was so much else to explore.

I found my way between her legs. Oh, heaven! There within the thick hedge of black hair lurked a pool of ambrosia. Seated within the pool was a firm nub of jewel that made everything else pale by comparison. I reveled on its taste.

Her mewls and sighs erupted into loud moans and cries of pleasure. She grabbed my shoulders and sunk her fingers deep into my muscles, as her body writhed beneath me. I reacted by sucking and rubbing even harder. I felt her hands shaking uncontrollably. Her head thrashed back and forth as her body tensed. Suddenly, my face was awash as her hips pressed up into me.

I lay there for a moment, my head nestled between her legs until I heard her whimper “Ah, deus!”

I looked up into her face. Her eyes were half closed, a small smile across her face. How sweet it was.

“I’m glad we didn’t do this before,” I whispered. “We never would have gotten any work done.” I crawled up beside her and wrapped my arms around her.

“Yes, always save the best until last,” she answered.

Then she rolled over onto me and showed me her version of good s*x. And yes, it was. Very good.

As her hands and lips roamed my body, I could only grab my head to keep it from exploding. She was insistent and continued down until I was writhing in anticipation. My God! This non-lesbian was better than any super-dyke I’d ever met. She kept me on-edge for what seemed like the millennium and when I blew, my world erupted like a volcano.

* * * *

When I awoke the next morning, she was gone. Had I dreamed last night? Was this merely a hallucination of my fantasy?

Looking at the clock, I realized I had enough time to finish packing and grab some breakfast so I wouldn’t have to taste the food on the plane. As I walked into the bathroom, I realized that my shoulders were tender. An inspection into the mirror showed small fingerprints. I smiled to myself. No, it hadn’t been a hallucination. There was the proof of the ecstasy she’d expressed…of the bliss she’d brought to me.

I grabbed a quick shower, being careful of my very sensitive n*****s. Oh, how she had gorged on them last night!

I threw everything that was left in the room into my suitcase and called the front desk to send someone to bring my bag down to the lobby. I also called her room but there was no answer. Taking a last look around the room to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, I picked up my carry-on and took the elevator down to the lobby.

I walked out to the pool to look for her, but she wasn’t there. Neither was she in the dining room.

I chose some fruit, scrambled eggs, and pastries from the buffet and seated myself so I could see if she walked in while I was eating. Eating! My brain kept returning to the taste of her in my mouth. I pushed the breakfast away.

I got up and went out to the lobby. I signaled the concierge to send my bag out to the taxi stop. As I waited for it to be loaded into the cab, I looked back into the hotel, hoping that I’d catch a glimpse of her. She wasn’t there.

Finally, I settled into the cab. As it pulled away, I gave one last, longing look at the hotel.

Oh yes, I’d have to say that this was the most successful conference we’d ever done…and what a success it had been for me…finally!