I got set up with a sexy Brazilian Phd. and the sex was amazing. [MF]

I had been single for a few months, though I did have the occasional hook up, and I was sleeping with a married polyamorous woman who was in an open relationship occasionally. None of my friends knew that though, I was keeping that low profile given the circumstances. Well, my being unattached — when that was not a common thing for me — prompted one of my friends to try to set me up. I didn’t realize that was what was happening at the time, but it was very thoughtful, if not entirely the wrong person for me.

Here is the setup. One my friends from Brazil, Juliana, sent me a message one night asking me to meet her at a bar near her apartment. This wasn’t an entirely abnormal request and I had no real plans so I told her I’d be there in a little while. I assumed she was there with her husband and maybe a few other mutual friends — she and I never hung out 1:1 — so I took my time getting ready before meeting her at the bar. It turns out it was just her and her friend who I will call Fernanda who I hadn’t met before.

“Where is everyone?” I asked when I found them at the bar.

“Why are you so late!?” Juliana yelled at me before she jumped up and gave me a hug. “This is Fernanda; say hi!”

“Oi, Fernanda. Tudo bem?” I said in my most well practiced Portuguese. She was not expecting that and she just looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Hi… Oi. Ola. What? Are you from Brazil?” Fernanda stumbled over her words.

“No, no, no. I just like the way it sounds.”

“You don’t look Brazilian. You are way too pale.”

“Thank you, I sure am. Long history of pale people from Scotland and Ireland in my family.”

“Ohhhhh, you’re one of those. I see.” She waved me off and returned to her drink and then to her conversation with Juliana.

I sat down and got a gin and hefeweizen cocktail with a spritz of lime. What can I say, I’m bougie sometimes. I tried to engage in their conversation, but they were both absolutely hammered. Apparently they were making a day of it and had been shopping earlier, had lunch, then started to drink about an hour before they messaged me. I found out later that Juliana had uncovered that Fernanda was single and she thought she could play matchmaker. To that end, when Fernanda went to the bathroom at one point Juliana confessed her plan to me, told me she was leaving, and called a cab. When Fernanda got back Juliana volunteered that I would drive her home that night and then ran out the door without paying her tab sticking me with her friend and her bill. This was also not uncommon for Juliana.

Fernanda, Nanda for short, was not done drinking yet and ordered herself another round. I cut myself off since I was now the unexpected DD and got a water to sip on and some fries to munch on while I waited for Nanda. Once Juliana was gone she got a little more friendly with me, but she was still incredibly aggressive and rude. I think she was used to American people being… well… aggressive and rude, so she was just treating me the way she was anticipating being treated as a sort of defense mechanism. The more I talked to her, however, the more I understood why Juliana thought it could be a good match.

Nanda was very cute, about my age, curly blonde hair, great eyes, killer smile. She had a Phd., was very smart, well traveled, and ambitious as hell. She was also very aggressive, had a fiery temper, and over analyzed everything to the point of tedium. Long story short, when she was finally ready to go — after almost picking a fight with a girl at the bar — I took her home and went to drop her off, but she insisted I come out with her for one more drink. I declined — I wasn’t feeling it — but when she started to drunkenly walk away from her house into the thick of the city I realized I should at least be there with her until she was done for the night.

She walked us into a bar near her apartment and ordered us drinks. I also got us a pair of waters. She found a spot to stand and chat and she started to flirt with me — like, really flirt with me, for the first time all night. Within a few minutes she started to confess that she was attracted to me, and thought I was sexy, and charming, and fun. She made a move and kissed me; it was good… so I kissed her back. We stood there making out at the bar for a few minutes when a group came up and told us we were in their way. Apparently, they had been to a wedding that day and were having the after party at this bar and believed that they had reserved this section for them alone.

“Oh, sure, we can move.” I was sober, understanding, and trying to be polite.

“Fuck you. You move.” Nanda spat her words at them. “You can’t tell me where to go because I’m not from here.”

“What?” The lead girl from the wedding group asked back. “Don’t be a bitch. We reserved this bar.”

“Fucccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!” Nanda yelled at her and moved toward her like she was ready to throw hands. I stepped in between them and kept Nanda back. The situation continued to escalate until the bouncers eventually kicked Nanda — and by proxy, me — out of the bar. We stood outside and she cried and cried and then yelled at me for not defending her and standing up for her.

“You were in the wrong.” I told her and she screamed at me some more. “Let me walk you home.”

She was mad at me the whole walk back to her apartment, then suddenly turned on me and told me to come in and sleep with her. I declined, thanked her for the offer, and left.

The next day she sent me a series of text messages asking me to meet with her so she could talk to me about what happened. I agreed, begrudgingly, and met her the next night. She was rude and standoffish at the bar, then she told me I had been horrible that night for not defending her. I explained what happened in detail, how she had behaved, and what she had done — apparently she had forgotten all the facts and didn’t remember that I was the one who wasn’t drinking. She finally apologized to me, bought me dinner, and then asked me on a date. I don’t know what was going on in my head, but I agreed.

We went out that weekend and it was almost like a clean slate. Neither of us brought up the first two times we saw each other or the nonsense that transpired and we just had a good conversation and a good time. At the end of the night we kissed again, she invited me back to her apartment, and we made out for an hour or two. I forgot my jacket — completely by accident — though it did prompt us to see each other again the next day for dinner and more kissing. By the time that next weekend rolled around we were fully acquainted with each other and our mutual lust had grown significantly.

We started off making out on the couch, slowly disrobed ourselves “to get more comfortable,” then made our way back to her bedroom. I remember having a moment of hesitation, but then she took off her bra and we had passed the point of no return. I could feel the bulge in my pants yearning to break free and I wanted her right then and there. She lay back on her bed wearing only some lacy lime-green panties and gave me a very inviting smile. I undid my pants and then slowly slid my underwear off for dramatic erection revealing effect.

“I love American men.” She said. “You are all so arrogant about your cocks.”

“All of us?”

“Yeah,” she crawled forward and started to take my throbbing hard cock into her mouth before finishing her sentence, “my last boyfriend was as big as you and he liked to show it off. It’s nothing special, but you all think it is.”

This bitch.

Whatever, she was blowing me. Who am I to complain… during the blowjob. Bonus, she was good at it and I knew she was ‘taking the piss’ and just trying to be playful in her own weird, sarcastic, way. I watched her for a few minutes as she licked up and down the shaft and kissed the head. She took my cleanly shaved balls into her mouth a few times as well as she would jerk me off and I was enjoying it immensely.

I decided I wanted to eat her pussy so I asked her to lay back on the bed for me. She complied right away and then looked up at me innocently as though she weren’t sure what I was going to do next. I crawled onto the bed, my penis dripping with her saliva and my precum, and reached out to pull off her panties. She resisted for a moment — I thought maybe she had changed her mind and didn’t want to go any further. It turns out she was just pretending to play coy. It is something I have experienced with all of the Brazilian girls I have dated or hooked up with — I think it is a cultural thing. Regardless, she stopped pretending she didn’t want it and placed a thumb on the thin piece of cloth on each hip and slowly started to move her panties down her legs.

I slid my hands up, slowly — teasingly slowly — until my hands met hers and I took over from there. I then kissed my way from the arches of her feet to the crease of her thigh before kissing all the way back up her body. I took each nipple in my mouth, let my cock flirt dangerously with her vagina, then kissed her long and hard. When she started to grind onto me — signaling that she wanted more — I quickly moved back to her snatch and extended the broad-flat part of my tongue out to get taste her entire wetness.

Her pussy was not shaved and, apparently, hadn’t been in a while. It was actually quite nice to encounter an au naturel bush in the wild. I didn’t entirely love how much it limited me in what I was trying to do, but it was nice in the moment. I slid a finger into her as I focused on her clit. She started to talk dirty to me in Portuguese — I have no idea what she was saying, but it was hot. I did try to lock in a few of the phrases that she said over and over and eventually asked my friend Juliana about them. I wish I could remember what they were now, but I was told they were all very complimentary.

After Nanda came for me I moved up close and asked her for a condom. She didn’t have any, she admitted, so I thought we were done for the night. Instead, she said “Just don’t cum inside me. I’m not on birth control anymore. I like when there is cum on my tummy anyway.”

That worked for me and I pressed the tip of my erection up against her pretty pussy lips. She looked deep into my eyes and smiled, then she started to thrust her hips toward me — trying to take me into her and controlling the action. I said, “Nah, uh. I’m in control here.” Then I reached out for her wrists, kissed her, and pushed myself inside her incredibly soft and wet vagina. She moaned for me, bit into my neck, and said something else in Portuguese. She and I had sex for a while as we battled playfully for who would be in control. She would flip over and present her ass to me, I’d be inside her for a minute before pushing her prone and having my way. She’d push me away and then start to suck our combined sex off my cock, then I’d grab her legs and go back down on her.

When I was finally ready to cum I announced it to her. “I’m going to cum. Nanda, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in me. Cum in my pussy.”

I looked down at her and she had a very mischievous grin on her face. “What?”

“Cum in my pussy. I want to feel your fat cock cum inside me.”

I kept pumping away into her, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I loved being told when and where to cum… but I was not trying to have a baby. She started to fuck me back aggressively and she wrapped her legs around me to trap me in position. If I had wanted to escape and pull out… I don’t know that I could have done it. “Are you sure?” I asked as I felt my balls start to tighten and the intense pressure of what I knew was about to happen built up in the tip of my dick.

“Yesssss, [something sexy in Portuguese], cummmm innnn meeeeee.” She started to shake, quake, and cum all over my cock. She also relaxed the death grip she had on me with her legs. I knew what I needed to right then, pulled out, and shot the biggest load of cum I had made in a year all over her belly and tits. She reached up and dug her nails into my chest, wrapped her legs around me again and cried out, “Nooooo, I said in me. I wanted it in my pussy!”

I knew I had dodged a bullet in that moment.

That said, we did date for a few months and had a lot of sex. I brought condoms with me from then on — though we didn’t always use them. One night I called it and ended things with her when I realized it was never going to go anywhere. She ended up moving back to Brazil shortly thereafter and I think things have been good for her according to Instagram.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nqjnbi/i_got_set_up_with_a_sexy_brazilian_phd_and_the