Guilty Pleasures

Brazilian Fling

As with most summer nights, it was hot and the air was sticky from moisture that just lingered in the air. It didn't help that the streets were packed full of people dancing and gyrating as they celebrated whatever they were celebrating. It was my vacation though and I was destined to have fun. Ignoring the heat and sweat, I swayed my hips as I ran my fingers through my dark locks, biting my lip in the process for an added seductive appeal.

Shirtless men dared to get close as they gently groped me. One dance and I found myself pushing them away. I wanted adventure, not alcohol driven animal lust. After about ten men I got fed up and headed over to get a drink for myself. It was there that I first saw him. His dark hair shone under the moon and fell slightly into his face. His dark chocolate eyes were set in a light caramel colored face that was beautiful. Beads of sweat dripped down his neck to a perfect chest. "See something you like," he asked with a very thick Brazilian accent.

My cheeks flushed as I realized I had probably been staring for way too long. "I'm sorry," I muttered in utter embarrassment as I quickly looked away and ordered my drink.

"No need to be sorry," he replied back, however he was now much closer than before. I turned my face to reply and jumped back suddenly because our faces were just inches apart. "I saw you dancing, que bonita. Maybe I can have a turn," he asked with a boyish grin.

Unable to control my voice, I merely nodded my head in agreement as I grabbed my drink and downed it in record time. As soon as my empty glass was on the bar, I was being whisked back into the street for more dancing. Unlike the other men, he was subtle with his flirtatious attempts. His hands lightly rested on my hips almost guiding them as our bodies swayed rhythmically to the infections beat of the music. My mind began to wander and I mused over thoughts of dancing being cohesive with sex, if it was any indication then he was sure to be an amazing lover.

Soon our bodies were pressed closer together and I could feel his growing erection pressing against me. "Care to get better acquainted," he purred into my ear, making my body shudder in absolute delight.

"I would," I replied as he led me away from the block party and towards a more quiet part of the city. Of course it was stupid of me to blindly follow this man I didn't know, but my raging hormones and heated needs outweighed those thoughts completely.

"My name is Carlos," he said, once we were away from the noise of the party.

"I'm Anna," I replied with a smile.

We exchanged pleasantries as we headed towards a local bar and headed inside. The conversation flowed as freely as the drinks as did the flirting and chemistry between us. We would find ways to subtly touch each other, which seemed to just make the longing between us that much stronger. "Come, we're going to the beach," he finally announced as he got off the bar stool and held out his hand for me.

The night air was even more thick with moisture and a sheen of sweat immediately took residence on our skin as we began walking towards the beach. Given that it was late, the beach that we headed to was deserted. Before I could comment about not having a swimsuit, Carlos pulled his shorts and boxers off. The moon light highlighted his glistening muscles. "Coming," he asked as he turned to face me with a smile and a quirked eyebrow.

My eyes automatically darted down to his fully erected dick and I felt heat rush through my body. "Yeah," I stammered as I worked to get off what little clothes I was wearing.

Carlos was already in the water as I finally removed my panties. He looked over at me expectantly before using one finger to call me to him. As if he was in control, my body instinctively headed to the water. Warm waves crashed against my legs as I waded into the crystal waters and to my waiting Casanova. I reached him and he pulled me close as his lips and tongue tasted and lapped as my skin. I tilted my neck to grant him more access as my fingernails lightly trailed down his chest. His groan of pleasure against my neck as I grabbed his dick and began slowly stroking, was pure music to my ears. He soon began nipping and sucking on my neck as two of his fingers found my entrance and began teasing it lightly, causing me to groan in agony.

Carlos chuckled against my neck from my groan and slowly slid his fingers inside of me. A soft cross between a moan and a sigh slipped through my lips as he began thrusting slowly. My pumping matched his thrusting, but it didn't take long before we needed and yearned for more. "I need you," I moaned into his ear as my body twitched and writhed at the mercy of his fingers.

In the blink of an eye he had my legs around his waist and his cock was teasing my entrance. "Are you sure," he asked in a husky voice, making his accent even stronger.

"Positive," I replied as I reached between us and guided him inside of me, making us both moan in unison.

We started out slow as our bodies got acquainted with each other and we found a good rhythm to keep with. As his dick delved deeper inside of me, my nails raked down his back, my moans of ecstasy echoed around us. The water lapped at our bodies as we pushed each other to our finishing crescendo. The beach welcomed us as we both collapsed on the warm sand, panting heavily a couple hours later.

As the first rays of sunlight began to light the sky, Carlos and I rinsed off and got dressed. We kissed goodbye and I never saw him again, but I'll never forget my very hot Brazilian night.