Scent of Brasil - Sex Stories

Scent of Brasil

... my hotel. The hotel was gated and an attendant was on duty. Although the hotel approved of tourists finding local girls for entertainment, when Naomi appeared at 1:30 in the morning with a black jump suit and perhaps a bit of a reputation, the attendant seemed cautious and reluctant. He required Naomi's i.d. and he wrote some of her information on paper and he shook his head as he let us in. I felt some concern with his actions but dammmmmmit, I was within minutes of getting my face in that Brasilian girl's butt and to fucking-hell with common sense! If she was dangerous, then I would just have to die with my nose wedged in her ass. The nature of my demise might be hard to put on a tombstone, but that would be my relatives' problem, not mine. Was she worth the risk? I'm sure you've concluded that I wouldn't be writing this if she wasn't. We made our way up the stairs to my second floor room of the three story courtyard hotel. Being the gentleman that I am, I permitted Naomi to ascend the stairs ahead of me. Talk about stares . . . Right now, I can see her in front of me with that gorgeous ass and her perfect hips and that damned black spandex jump suit. I can still see it just inches from my face and among the greatest of visions ever. She went from step to step slower than a normal pace and she knew I was looking at her butt and that excited me. It was as if she was enjoying making a show of her ass and driving me crazy. That spandex hugged every curve and I could see that ...

... glorious cavern that led to the promised land. At the top of the stairs, she stopped and she held her place and with my face just inches from her rear-end, she looked back me with a smile while I stared and ogled and admired and craved. Then, she arched her back just slightly and very slowly and she pooched her butt backwards, bending at the waist and showing the dynamic dimensions of her hips and the spread of her cheeks and the strain of that spandex over that beautiful "canyon". That is one sight that I will see forever. I unlocked my room and once inside I turned on a small light. I opened the shudders of the room's glassless window and the room filled with the warm scented breezes of the Atlantic Ocean less than two blocks away. I didn't have a plan for getting things started and I felt a bit awkward. Should I just get down and dive in face first? Should we talk more? It didn't seem I should say, “Can I put my face in your ass now?" or - "You know, the night smells great but I know your butt smells even better." Naomi made it easy. I suspect many girls might peel off that jump suit but she didn't. It was as if she knew the jump suit was a part of the appeal. Instead, she began to tease as she had on the stairs. She slowly turned her back and pushed her butt out a little and she looked over her left shoulder with a playful expression. I didn't need a common language to know what to do. I dropped to my knees behind her and while this might sound absurd, I nearly orgasmed ...