[MF] Unlocking the freak out of a quiet exotic Brazilian Au Pair

(Sex starts after the ***)

Recently single and living at home, my 24 year old self was at times sexually frustrated. I didn’t have a reliable place to bring girls and I didn’t have a girl to bring to that non-existent place anyway. Both of those things changed one fall. I was working an office job where only a handful of people actually came into the office during an average week and I began to fantasize about using the office as a sex spot. Over a lunch break one day, I found a way from the parking lot to my office where there were no cameras visible, using the back door of the building and a specific hallway.

At the same time, I was active on Bumble. I swiped on dozens of girls every day, usually while killing time at the office, to limited success until one day, I matched with a Brazilian girl. and of course, I had to wait for her to message me. Would she even bother? I would have to wait and see.

Later that evening, I opened Bumble and to my surprise, the Brazilian had simply said “Hi.” My response was something like “Hey cutie” and then some corny pickup line. Her pictures weren’t particularly revealing but she had a cute face and a petite body, surely no taller than 5’1″, A cups and a rounded ass. She had an exotic name and was extremely sexy but there was a problem: there was a significant language barrier. She had just arrived into the U.S. as an Au Pair, speaking almost exclusively Portuguese. Still, we were interested in each other and we decided to meet at a local bar, since I had learned that she was living in the same town as me!

The next night, I arrived at the bar and texted her. 5 minutes elapsed, no answer. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. The bartender gave me an apologetic look. I stepped outside, even calling her before resigning to the fact that I had been stood up. Oh well! I started walking back to my car when ping! It was her, apologizing and telling me she was on her way. Ten minutes later and over 40 minutes late, I saw a dirty blond girl that matched the Bumble girl’s photos approaching me.

We made small talk over a couple drinks and snacks, but the language barrier prevented any significant conversation. I couldn’t gauge if she was into me or not but I eventually managed to pry a few laughs out of her. After an hour or so, we left the bar and walked towards my car. I took her hand for a few steps before stopping her, attempting to kiss her. We stared at each other for a moment before mutually leaning in and brushing our lips together, intertwining them in a kiss.

“What, American guys don’t use tongue?” The Brazilian teased with her cute accent.

“Oh, we do!” I chuckled and leaned in again, grabbing her hair in my hand and eased my tongue in her mouth. She immediately swirled her tongue around my mouth, not too aggressively, but she sure caught me off guard. *Oh, she’s going to be fun!*

Now in my car, we continued our makeout, quickly becoming passionate. My hand began exploring her top, sliding under the neckline and holding her shoulder. She ran her hands over my shirt, pulling me closer to her. I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume as I navigated my hand through her hair, our tongues battling each other the entire time.

“Where can we go?” She asked me, breathing heavier. I paused for a second. This was my chance.

“I can take you to my office,” I calmly suggested, watching the passion in her eyes as she glared at me.

“What’s that?”

“Oh,” I realized she didn’t understand, “where I work.” A look of shock took over her face.

“We will get caught there!”

“No, I promise, nobody will find us.” I replied confidently.

“I don’t know,” she hesitated.

“Trust me, we’ll be fine.” I took her hand in reassurance.

“Ok,” she said.

***

The tension rose throughout the 15 minute ride to my office. She subtly reached over and felt between my legs over my jeans, launching a bulge. She giggled and I returned the favor, raising the stakes and sliding my hand into her pants. I swear, the sound of her moan was the sexiest sound in the world in that moment, and it motivated me to keep going. I rubbed over her panties, feeling moisture with each touch. Her body shook to my touch, moaning nearly each time. I wanted to pull over and fill her up right there, but we continued to my office.

“You’re sure this is ok?” She asked again as I parked behind the building.

“I’m sure, we’re fine!” I insisted, reaching for my office keys, a towel and a condom. I unlocked the door to the building and turned on the lights, leading her down an empty hallway until I reached my office. We entered right away and kept the lights off. Enough light shined through the blinds that we could see where we were going.

I spread out the towel on the carpet and as we took off our jackets, we kissed again, our tongues heavily involved. I slid my fingers under her top and assisted her pulling it over her head, revealing her fit, petite figure and a sheer bra, holding her A cups in place. I towered over her slender body, my hands dominated her small body as I held her hips and she wiggled her way out of her jeans. I had a full view of her sexy petite Brazilian figure, wearing just a bra and panties in front of me.

“Are you going to…” she paused and struggled to find the words, “take clothes off?” I laughed and nodded, pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my jeans to the floor, throwing our clothes together in a pile. She ran her tiny soft hands up and down my chest and I gave her a nod, a linguistically irrelevant sign of approval to remove my final article of clothing, my boxers. As she did, I played with her bra straps, unhooking it and pulling it off of her. As she admired my swelling dick, so too did I admire her perky A cups and I cupped them in my much larger hands. “Ohhhhh,” her body nearly convulsed to my touch of her breasts.

I laid her on the towel, spreading her legs and kneeling between them, I grabbed a condom. My fingers tucked into her panties and I watched her facial expression, staring down at my next move. I pulled her panties to her feet and she kicked them aside. My hands meanwhile ran up her legs to her thighs, up her chest, pausing at her breasts again before I leaned my body over her. I nodded again, encouraging her to grab my dick. *Holy shit!* Within seconds, her little hands were working wonders, sliding up and down my swelling shaft as our tongues met again. Her touch was electrifying. I felt a rush throughout my body as she worked her magic fingers.

Now it was my turn to show what an American guy was capable of. My tongue swirled around her breasts before I lowered my head to her inner thighs, sucking briefly on them and kissing them. I teased her with two fingers, dancing between her legs. Finally my two fingers met her pussy lips and her body tensed up immediately. I nudged my fingers around her outer lips, feeling a hint of wetness as they carefully navigated into her, much to her audible approval. She quickly grabbed the edge of the towel as my fingers bathed in her wetness, sliding gracefully into her.

My fingers remained in her, tugging up and sliding deeper for a couple of minutes before I leaned my mouth over her, teasing my tongue over her perfectly shaven area and eventually meeting her clit. Language barrier or not, her moaning was universally recognizable by anyone. My tongue pressed up against her clit, then making a light flicking motion back and forth on her as my fingers tugged deep into her now soaked pussy. My free hand wandered up and down her body as my fingers and tongue sped up.

I placed my hands at her waist, licking between her pussy and clit, gripping her tightly and enjoying the moaning. I heard her call my name. “I want you,” she was able to say with her heavy accent. I teased her for a moment, then climbed over her and easily sliding my erect self between her small walls. We both moaned. Ugh! I rocked my hips side to side, taking her with me and burying my dick deep into her, eventually shifting to deliberately slow thrusts. I pulled out to almost my tip and then plunged into her as she scratched her nails into my shoulders and down my back. Our moans were nearly harmonious as I shoved myself into her each time. She wrapped her legs around my body and lurched herself towards me as I thrusted harder.

All of a sudden, she whispered something I didn’t understand but I found myself laying on the towel a moment later and she was climbing over me! She guided me back into her and leaning her hands on my chest, began bouncing her sexy little body up and down over my dick. I reached my long arms around and slapped her bubbly ass, then grabbed her ass and pulled her body closer to me. “Ohhhh!” The Brazilian’s moaning was louder now. Her A cups swayed as she bounced faster on me.

After a few minutes of pure bliss, I climbed back on top, this time leaning my chest on her and meeting our tongues in each other’s mouths as my dick slammed into her dripping pussy. She again lifted her legs, meeting my thrusts in sync and digging her fingers into my back and moaning into my mouth as our tongues swirled around each other. Her moaning was louder. Her pussy felt wetter. I figured she was close.

“I’m gonna cum!” I said, not knowing if she could understand me, but she must have felt me.

“Yes, yes!” She cried. “Yes please!” She gripped my body tight and I knew I was about to erupt.

I groaned, she moaned and I let go. I exploded, thrusting as hard as I could for as long as I could. *Fuck, wow!*

At that point, I thought we had a good night. We left the office and I began driving her back to her house. As we approached a traffic light, we recapped our office fling.

“You felt so fucking good!” I said, not knowing if she understood me.

“You too!” She replied. We debriefed for a minute or so before she said, “what about doing it… like a dog?”

“Doggy?” I asked.

“Yes, doggy!”

“Mmm, doggy feels so good!”

“Do you enjoy the, umm,” she couldn’t think of the word, but she was motioning with her mouth.

“Blowjob?!”

“Yes!” She exclaimed. I nodded eagerly. “You want?” I pulled over to the next side street I could find and before I could park fully, she had unzipped my pants and again toyed with my dick in her small hands. Soon enough, my dick was swelling and then engulfed by her lips. She wasted no time showing off her Brazilian talent, sucking, slurping and taking me in her mouth. Her tongue danced around me as her hand rested at the bottom of my shaft. I yanked her hair, groaning in pleasure.

Her head shifted around as her lips released most of my dick, then engulfed it again into her small mouth. She sped up and slowed down, teasing my shaft with her fingers. My body was at her mercy and she was relentless, taking all of me in her mouth. A second load was building as she kept up her pace.

“I have to finish soon,” I said. I wasn’t sure if she knew what I meant so I repeated myself, knowing I was about to be past the point of stopping. She kept going! I groaned, pulling her hair as my dick vanished in her mouth again. That was it. I poured a load into her mouth, shooting deep into her. She never missed a beat and sucked every drop of me dry until it was down her throat.

Following that encounter, we made regular trips to the office for a few weeks. The quiet Brazilian was a freak! I eventually started hooking up with someone else (I took her to the office too, in fact) and I eventually lost touch with the Brazilian. According to her timetable, she had moved back to Brazil a couple of months later. We didn’t speak after that, but I hope I represented American guys well to her. I sure won’t forget our nights at the office.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyvw36/mf_unlocking_the_freak_out_of_a_quiet_exotic