It began in Rio, as many good things do. I was visiting for a conference with attendees hailing from around the world. The evening was sauntering in, easing the city’s harsh heat while gradually ramping the humidity. I’d seen her here and there the previous couple days — dancing to a samba beat, chatting with folks at the beach over a caipirinha — but this was the first moment she’d really caught my eye. She was swimming in the pool, holding onto the edge and apart from the other swimmers. She’d periodically kick her feet, occasionally look over her shoulder to chat with the others. I’d been striking up conversation with all range of attendees…but not yet her. So I decided to keep her company.
Dangling my feet in the water, we quickly became friends. I learned her name was ‘Maria’. I learned she didn’t know how to swim. Hence her commitment to the pool ledge.
Maria had jet black, fairly long hair. In the pool, it was wet and sleek against her frame, but I’d later come to appreciate its other shapes of clean lines and occasional light curls. She was wearing a modest yet sexy black bikini. Once in a while, she’d bob up enough to display surprisingly full cleavage on her petite, 5’2″ body. While I couldn’t readily appreciate them, her legs were svelte and she carried a tight ‘booty’, as she loved to call it. She spoke fair english, with an intoxicating accent. For those curious, she’s from Central America (I’m redacting specifics). If you’re still curious, she looks similar to Veronica Rodriguez.
While we’re at it — I’ll give you a brief sense of me. I’m 6’1, about 190 lbs of mostly muscle. Short dirty blonde hair. Athletic but not ripped. I speak some Spanish, enough to haggle through translations with Maria whenever we’d lose our words. And I’m not from Central America.
Saddened by Maria’s poor swimming skills, I decided to join her in the pool to see if I could help. It took some convincing, but I eventually got her to forego the ledge in favor of my arm. I treaded water, slowly floating around the pool. As this sultry Latina held on to me for dear life.
As the sun set and evening rose, our conversation meandered at a pace equal to our movement through the pool. Her hands were warm, consistently clasped around my arms or shoulders. We discussed all range of things — the conference, our families, travels, adventures, and dreams. And of course, how to swim. Or, how to tread water, to be accurate (I figured that was the most important and easily taught skill). After multiple lessons on ‘egg beater’ technique and nearly an hour in the water, she finally let go of my arm to tread on her own. We were both elated. If nothing else came out of this conference, a valuable life skill is a wonderful piece of swag.
By this point, we realized most everyone had left the pool deck to change for the night. We decided to follow suit in an attempt to dry out. The rest of the evening is a blur at this point — it’s been several years. I believe that night had a conference-hosted party at a hotel. There was ample liquor and dancing among attendees. I recall catching Maria’s deep brown eyes throughout the night, with a few brief dance moves delivered together. My night accelerated into a full blown adventure, ending in Lapa. But that’s another story and probably one I won’t tell.
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A day later. Or maybe two. Time moves strange in Rio.
It’s a lower key evening as everyone is quite tired. I’m sitting in the hotel with Maria and a few others, as we all share some of the prior nights’ surprises. She’s got energy, and expresses interest in going out to drink and dance in Lapa as I think she’d missed out. Excited by the idea of spending an evening with her, I rally some new conference friends to join us.
Typical tourists: we didn’t realize Lapa evaporates if it’s not the weekend. The area was dead. No clubs open, few Cariocas on the streets, and if you know the neighborhood you realize it’s a notable cab ride away from the tourist bastions of Copacabana and Ipanema. So we made the best of it, found an open air bar, and our small group drank and conversed in order to justify our cab fare.
We soon heard of a larger gathering of attendees in Leblon, so trekked back to feed off their energy. We took the metro this time to save money — which at the time required a lengthy walk to get to Leblon. Along this walk, Maria and I fell into a natural sync once more. Deep conversation, her holding on to my arm as we walked, slowly falling further behind our group (yes…definitely not the smartest thing at night, I know…we did our best to keep the group in sight).
Our trip to Leblon was short. The bar was busy, attendees loud, and at this point Maria had my full attention. I clearly had hers as well. She suggested we head to the beach and gradually stroll back to our hotel. I was down.
So we did. Taking some drinks for the journey. All the while talking. Conversation staying vibrant. Our hands beginning to explore. Periodically I glance down past her short flowing dress to admire her toned brown legs. We sat on the beach in a well-lit area for a bit, chatting and her sitting in my arms, before getting hassled a couple times and heading towards our hotel (yes it was night, yes it was stupid…but hey I was many drinks in and she was insistent that ‘it was safe’).
At some point, we hit a secluded part of beach that seemed deserted and safe so we decided to rest. Appreciating the waves and cooling evening air, the moment was peaceful and perfect. Despite my many whiskeys, I will never forget that flash in time. She laid down in the sand, and I followed with a kiss.
We were hesitant at first. Lips lingering, not quite sure of the other. Neither of us had expected this to happen, and it was really this evening that had cemented us as a possibility. I savored her lush lips till I felt a brush of her tongue, and then more. Before I knew it, we were all in to each other. A full blown french kiss that was crossing cultures.
As the waves crashed around us and the whiskey jostled my head, time moved strange once again. 20 minutes. 40 minutes. Perhaps more. Possibly my longest kiss.
As a breeze picked up, Maria grew cold so we ventured to the hotel in search of beach towels for warmth. We found a stack, as well as a hotel security guard who reminded us just how dumb we were to be alone on the beach at night. No bother…my luck was clearly on fire that night.
I wrapped Maria in a blanket, laid several more on a lawn chair in a hidden part of the pool deck, and lounged back with her nestled in my arms. My hands began to explore her, reaching beneath her dress and grazing across her breasts and stomach. As my fingers approached her panties, she widened her legs to offer better access. I took the invitation, diving my fingers beneath her panty line, past her smooth-shaven lips, and in to her pussy.
And oh. My. God. She was incredibly wet and so wonderfully tight.
I stroked my fingers (really just one finger given her size) in and out of her, marveling at the smooth silky sex hidden away inside this fascinating woman. Soft moans escaped her as she enjoyed the moment, before turning her head to face me and ask “Do you want to go upstairs?”
Fuck yes I do.
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A short time later. Various hijinks ignored (both of us had roommates to save on cost, which made things complicated).
Before I know it, I’ve snuck into her bathroom, the door is closed, and she’s running a bath to ‘help’ cover any noise. I peel off her dress, bra and panties as she removes my shorts and shirt, all the while devouring each others mouths. She’s stroking me in one hand while grabbing a condom from her cosmetic bag with the other (girl clearly travels prepared!).
Now a bit more about me. I’m a medium girth, 6″ on an off day and a solid 7+” when I’m on. I’ve been told it’s just a real nice dick. But like many people I am not a fan of condoms, and when paired with too much whiskey, by the time I had rolled it on I was down to a frustrating half mast — despite her bent over on the counter, gazing at me in the mirror and presenting her shapely ass to be taken. Try as I did, Maria was tight and half mast was taking us nowhere. Sad panda.
Thankfully, she was a good sport. She lowered me into the now-almost-overflowing bath tub and climbed on top of me, rekindling our kisses while she massaged her ample breasts across my chest and face. She stared into my eyes while slowly stroking me with her hand, rubbing my head against her slit, and bringing me back to full — only to try a condom again and wilt once more (super embarrassing!).
But if there’s one thing I learned about Maria, she’s a woman who doesn’t like to be told no. So she kept at it, teasing my head with her pussy lips, and as I regained my stature she just went for it and slid me inside her — skin to skin. Holy shit. She felt sublime. That incredible silky wetness I’d felt earlier was now embracing my cock. The moment was so hot that the whiskey fled my mind and I was good to go. We began to rock in the bath, communicating through our eyes as I worked my way deeper into her perfectly snug vagina.
As we picked up pace, the bath began to slosh noisily. Not wanting to wake the roommate, we exited the bath, she bent over the counter once more and I took her from behind, smoothly gliding in and out of her pussy with my hands around her hips.
Rather quickly, we lowered to the floor and I laid Maria on her back (towels beneath, of course). I briefly licked her pussy and enjoyed her taste before grabbing each of her legs, spreading her wide and diving deep inside of her. Missionary (especially legs up) is definitely a favorite position…it’s so intimate, allows great access, and you get to enjoy your partner. Maria was a feat to admire. Her whimpers grew as I plumbed her depths and marveled at how hot this woman, this moment, this experience, was. Her luscious insides gripped me as I sped up, driving back and forth within her.
At some point we were both out of breath. We paused, laying next to each other. I was ready to keep going, but she’d grown sore and couldn’t handle my penis any more. She tried to get me off with her hands — another image I’ll never forget: her on her back, legs wide with me on my knees in between, her stroking my dick with one hand while licking her palm to massage my head with the other. I’m not one for handjobs, but it felt phenomenal. Still…my luck was running out and the whiskey was hindering my ability to cum.
Utterly exhausted, we decided to call it a night. I went back to my room, unsure whether Maria and I would ever get another opportunity to enjoy each other. This was the last night of the conference. The next day (daybreak was technically an hour away) everyone was back to their home countries or on to other adventures. What began as a nonchalant swimming lesson had grown into one of my favorite memories.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8j73io/the_wonderful_woman_i_met_in_rio_mf
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