Scent of Brasil - Sex Stories

Scent of Brasil

(True story) To save some readers time and others frustration, please know that this story is about ass worship. It is a true story but it may not interest you. If you are into ass worship themes such as ass kissing, facesitting, analingus, buttsniffing, etc., then you might enjoy reading this. For an ass adorer, Brasil is a great destination? __________________ Brasilians invented &#034dental floss&#034 (thongs) and their girls have the most amazing asses. While some appear Caucasian because of Portugal's earlier settlements, most Brasilian girls are just what you see in travelogues. Those &#034native&#034 ones are generally about five-foot-two or five-foot-three with beautiful brown skin, big brown eyes, smiling faces, and those incomparably round rear-ends! They are truly a visual feast for an ass man. The girls of Brasil generally love Americans and there are many reasons why although time doesn't permit that discussion here. They have never asked me for money even before spending much time with me although I always volunteered a good amount because I understand how difficult life can be in emerging nations and because they shared themselves with me. In my last trip to Brasil, it was just after midnight in Fortaleza when I decided to leave the warm and tropical beach area. Ordinarily, I would have found some sweet Brasilieras with some cute round bundas but it had been a slow evening. The girls along the beach walk had been friendly but things just hadn't clicked with ...

... them although there had been one girl who seemed approachable and had a cute face and a butt that was so round and perfect that I nearly wet myself the first time I saw it. You might ask, if she appealed to me that much, why then was there a problem? Well, the problem was that she looked to be 12 years old. Since the age of consent was 14 and young girls lie, I wasn't about to take chances. Maybe local guys were getting away with such things, but I was not about to be locked up in a foreign country. I had been approached many times by very young girls, and in some cases, very, very young girls, but I had not responded with anything more than politeness. Like many men, I was tempted, but I didn't. When I left the beach area just after midnight, I took a taxi toward town and through the central district. I saw little that interested me and I asked the taxi driver to take me back to the beach area and drop me off although in a little different location than before. I wanted to walk back to my hotel on streets I had not before seen. It was about 1 a.m. and the lights of the beach had gone dark as the various vendors and kiosk owners shut down. I walked eastward about two blocks and knew it would be a couple more to my hotel. But, the night was scented with a warm equatorial breeze so I was not in a hurry. As I passed an intersection, I noticed a taxi pulled to the curb about a block up the side street and a very (very!) shapely silhouette was standing on the street and leaning into ...