Last summer I was sent down to Rio for a business conference. I knew
it was going to be warm, so I packed a lot of shorts, tank tops, and a few
short dresses. That and just two business suits, and I was ready. Anything else
I needed, I could buy in Rio.
The business meetings were boring at best, but they were paying my
way, so I did what I could to stay awake and actually take notes. After two
long days of this, and perfect two nights wasted in an exhausted stupor, it was
time to step out.
I did a quick search and found one club that sounded perfect: on the
beach, salsa music, fruit drinks and a mix of locals and tourists. It was just
the ticket.
I put on a short, loose-fitting dress, and, without really giving it
much thought, a papaya-coloured silk thong. I did a quick mirror-inspection to
make sure my pussy hair was tucked away, gave my mons a quick spritz of perfume, then headed out.
The club was busy, but not crowded, which was perfect. Most
important, there was room to dance without feeling like I’m in a mosh pit. I
bought a fruit-infused drink, found a table, and sat back to drink up the Rio I
came to see.
What really jumped out was how little clothing the women were
wearing. They were all stunning, bronzed, and sensuous in their dance. The men
were damn good-looking as well. Shirts were unbuttoned, and many a nice
six-pack was on display. Me? As blonde and blue-eyed as they come. I keep fit
and could rival some of the bodies on the dance floor. With one drink in me,
and another on the way, that dance floor was exactly where I needed to be.
I had already turned down a few offers to dance. I just wanted to
get out there and move, and didn’t want to be swatting men away so early in the
game. Later maybe – if he was adorable enough. So, I hit the dance floor alone
and quite content.
I noticed many of the other women also danced alone, or with other
women. Some were even petting each other as they moved. I’d tried pussy once or
twice, but never really had a craving for it. That was about to change.
I’ll call her Luna: wavy and luxuriant black hair to her bottom, a
long, ballerina’s neck, and red pouty lips. She wore a blue dress short enough
to flash her black thong every time she raised her arms, which was every few
seconds. Without really staring, I did notice her thong had a hole front and
center. It was also clear she had a smooth one.
I took occasional sips from my drink, and kept dancing song after
song. So did Luna, and she was working her way closer. A new song was just
beginning and a hunky guy asked If I wanted to dance. I just caught Luna
looking at me with those pouty lips, and turned my suitor down. Just to see
where this might go, I turned my back to Luna and got into the song, really
preening my feathers now – making sure my thong was also on display. It wasn’t
long before two manicured hands slipped around my waist, and I felt warm lips
brushing across my neck.
These hands soon moved to my hips, then pulled me back snug against
Luna’s slow-humping pubis. I put my hands on hers, and pushed back, encouraging
her to do get a little rougher. She didn’t disappoint, pulling me hard against
her thrust. We moved in perfect sync a few moments, relishing each others erotic
closeness. As the music played on, she got a little bolder, slipping her hands
up my ribcage and then over my breasts. I glanced around, a little embarrassed,
but nobody seemed to care, so I just let her feel me up.
A shot of electricity shot through me when she slipped a small,
finger vibrator over my panty gusset. I jerked against her, and was about to
pull away when she bit the back of my shoulder, then – just vanished back
amongst the other dances.
Well that sure put a spot or two of happiness in my thong. I needed
a break anyways, so I sat to finish my drink and watch the people for a bit. I
didn’t see Luna anywhere, and shrugged it off as a fun moment, and set my eyes
on a few shirtless men.
With two drinks in me I needed to pee, so I headed for the ladies
room. It was quite polished for a beachside club, with a long vanity of sinks
and a full mirror. A few ladies were there fluffing their looks.
I took my pee and went to the vanity. I leaned closer to the mirror
to double-check my lipstick when I felt hands on my hips and a familiar hump
against my bottom. I could see it was Luna, with a mischievous smile.
I felt her hand come around front, and in a second later, felt her
little finger vibrator snug against my clitoris. There were other women on
either side of us, who more or less ignored Luna’s antics. With that, I set my
hands on the sink’s edge to steady myself, and let the pleasure have its way
with me.
I soon felt a nudging against my pussy from behind. My mind quickly
put two and two together, and I realized Luna had strapped on a toy, which explains
the hole in her thong. She was going to fuck me right here, bent over a sink –
and with an audience. My redd face and my very pink clit were now in a battle
over what to do. A few more nudges, and my clitoris won out.
Luna tugged my thong aside, rubbed a little spit over my hole, then
pushed the toy up inside me. One thing I have never done is watch myself
getting humped. As Luna moved in and out of me, I was moving with her, my body
meeting her rhythm.. It was damn erotic, made even more so with the beauties
putting on lipstick right next to me. Surreal is all I could think of - well,
that and the very welcome pleasure making quick work of my cum gates.
Luna knew it too. She could read my body like a book. She picked up
her pace and grabbed on to my breasts, pulling me harder onto her. Then it hit
me. An orgasm to beat all orgasms. I was hanging onto the sink with all my strength
to keep from falling, and Luna was slamming into me. I’m sure I was grunting as
this ride wracked my pussy inside and out.
When I finished, Luna stayed with me a moment to let me catch my
breath and steady my knees. After a moment, I nodded to her I was good to go.
She slipped out slowly, then dropped to her knees behind me, and gave me three
long licks, no doubt gathering up the pussy milk.
She stood and whispered thanks for the sweet, warm papaya, then like
nothing had happened, she pulled the toy out of her thong, washed it in the sink
next to me, and then left. Not a kiss. Not a wink. Nothing. I was left just
standing there, light-headed and fully satiated. I splashed cold water on my
face, and headed for the bar.
Luna was gone. I ordered one more drink, and sat the next few songs
out. A few more hunks made their way to my table, but I was truly spent for the
night. I wanted to wake tomorrow with that sound shagging still fresh in my
mind, and with four days left to go, I’d be looking for an encore.
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