Blame it on Rio
Hello ISS readers. I am a journalist and have had several sexual encounters over the past few years. Let me describe one such affair I had with the supervisor of the media help desk in rio centro, the conference venue in rio de janeiro, brazil. Every word i am writing is the recollection of a true happening. Some years ago, i was on assignment to report on an international conference in rio, brazil. At the end of the first day, i wanted to have a document faxed to my editor in new york. So i approached the media help desk and handed over the document to the help desk girl. As there was a line of people with fax requests, i told the girl to fax it later and left for the day. The next morning, i was surprised to find that my fax had not gone and confronted the help desk girl. She was at a loss to explain as she was talking in a mix of portuguese and broken english. I demanded to see her supervisor, who came from an inside office. I explained to her the situation and she calmly said, “just write out a complaint and i will have her fired”. I said, “never mind, it is not so serious an omission to merit getting fired”. The supervisor, tall and well proportioned, then asked, “where are you from”. “india”, i replied. “land of sai baba and sankes”, she laughed out. I said, “not exactly. There is a lot more to india than the two you mentioned. If you allow me to buy you a coffee, i could lay some of your misconceptions to rest”. We went to the cafeteria during the lunch break and i played my country’s ambassador for the next 10 minutes giving her all the good points- history, yoga, it boom among others. Found out her name was mystica. At some point i said, “i have had this expectation that brazil is full of beach bunnies but all i have got to see is girls in business suits”. To which she replied, “go to copacabana (the beach) or some nightclub and you will have your fill of girls”. I said, “i am here only till the next three days and upto my neck with work”. Then she responded. “i could show you a nightclub in the evening after work”. I said, “oh. That’s very kind of you. Can i invite you to dinner at my hotel?”. She said, “are you asking me out on a date?”. I said, “you may call it that if you wish”. We agreed to meet at 8.00 pm. She was waiting in the lobby when i emerged from the lift at 8.00 sharp. And my, what a looker! Gone was the business suit. In its place was a low-cut satin gown with a shining jewel necklace around her white neck. Her ample bosom was struggling against the gown which appeared a size small for her frame. “you look stunning!”, i complimented and led her to the restaurant where i had booked a corner table for two. I let her order brazilian food which was delicious. For drink, i ordered kyprina, a local sugarcane based drink that somewhat resembles goan feni in flavor. After two drinks, both of us were sufficiently high and i offered to drop her back to her apartment and ordered a hotel taxi. While we were seated in the back seat and being driven through the streets of rio, i couldn’t but admire this brazilian beauty seated next to me. I gave her an up and down look and found she was frequently glancing in my direction as well. At some point, our thighs touched and i placed her hand in mine. The i placed my left hand around her shoulder and before anything else could happen, found ourselves kissing furiously. I glanced up to see if the driver had noticed anything. The rear view mirror had the driver’s smiling face in it and he had adjusted it sometimes to spy on his passengers! He was enjoying the show and gave me a thumbs up sign when i caught his eye! Soon enough we reached her apartment and we stepped out. I thanked her for a superb evening and was about to get back in when she said, “please come up. My family has never seen an indian. They will be so happy to see you”. I tried to argue out of it but saw it was of no use. She offered to drive me back in her car. We entered the lift, hand in hand and no sooner the door closed it was back to kissing again. This time i hugged her close and slipped my hand in the slit of her gown and caressed the lower part of her arse feeling her lacy underwear. She responded by thrusting her bosom into my chest and caressed my crotch. My hard-on grew and grew. She was moaning now. The lift stopped and we got out even as she adjusted her hair and gown. She opened the door with her key and i saw a guy and a girl sitting on the sofa and kissing. They disengaged when they say mystica and she introduced me to them as her cousin, danielle and her boyfriend, joni. We shared a beer and joked about “gringos”. Danielle said she was pleased that her cousin did not bring home a “gringo” but an indian. For a moment she thought i was red indian. Then i had to explain that i am indian from india which is halfway across the globe. Joni encouraged me to kick off my shoes and relax. I took off my shoes and the three of them broke into quite giggles. I looked at my fly if i had left it unzipped! My puzzled glance was met with finger pointing at my sox. Mystica said, “you must be poor, you have holes in your sox”. Apparently sox with holes in them are a sure indicator of poverty in brazil. I said i am not poor but not rich either but just that i have been away from home for so long with just a few pairs of sox that i have to wear even the torn ones! Anyway around 1 am danielle and joni retired for the night and a while later after giving mystica a few gentle kisses, i decided to leave. Mystica then said it’s not safe to step out so late. Stay the night and leave in the morning. I reluctantly agreed and the next thing, we were in each other’s arms and desperately kissing, pressing and entwining legs around one another. I found a bedroom door ajar and led her into it.