Many years ago, I visited Brazil for my employers, whose office was in the main business district of Rio de Janeiro.
The morning I arrived at the Rio office at nine o'clock on my first visit, the senior staff member for whom I would work had left a message for me. The receptionist/secretary for the department told me I was to wait in reception for him as he was busy in a meeting.
There were two other local girls in the large and comfortable reception area. Coffee, chilled water, and soft drinks were freely available. At first, I ignored the assembled company and read the papers, etc.
But the atmosphere was too friendly to keep it up, and I sensed efforts being made to attract my attention. My colleague was engaged in his meeting. He never showed up all morning.
The girls got me into conversation and I wondered what the two who were not at work were doing there. It was like a girl's social gathering and it was strange for the company to tolerate it. This wouldn't happen at the head office.
Since I did not speak Portuguese and until they talked to me in English, I could not follow what they were saying. I sent a message to my busy colleague at about eleven forty-five, asking if he wanted me to join him for lunch or see him later. He said I could get some lunch and be back to see him at two p.m.
The girls knew what had happened, and I sensed they expected me to make a move. I suggested they show me their favourite street cafe. In minutes, we were in a cafe, but not with the receptionist, overlooking a square. There were throngs of people and the usual beautiful Rio women walking about, trees, a fountain, etc.
I ordered lunch for us, plus drinks.
I found that the smaller and slightly darker of the two spoke good English. She made sure her dress was good and tight as she sat down and showed off her cute bottom with her panty outline. She questioned me about my views on psychology, of all things. Did I believe in the views and teachings of Freud? I knew what she was getting at, went along with it, and made an appointment for later that evening. It was difficult to do anything else, because she delivered the attack with such skill.
I went back to the office and met with my colleague Bill. We made plans for the work programme and to travel to the remote site project two days later. I did a bit of essential reading and went early to the hotel as jet lag came on. After taking a nap for a couple of hours, I showered again and went down to meet my new friend, who arrived looking stunning (don't they all, though?).
With a few drinks inside her after an hour at one of the enormous Rio discos, she said that she was between jobs. With the help of her receptionist friend at my office that afternoon, she got a job. It was a receptionist/secretary job with a good-sized local firm. Things led to the inevitable, and we finished the evening at my hotel.
Arianna seductively removed her clothes down to her underwear. She treated me to a striptease in time to music from the TV. At the end of this, she went into the bathroom, shutting the door. I heard the sounds of her taking a pee and shortly she opened the door and said, "Come on, it's time for fun now."
She perched on the bidet, turned it on, and then got me to help her wash her vulva. With the water playing on it, she was in heaven. As her orgasm died away, we took a shower together. Arianna insisted on washing my rock-hard dick! We were soon in bed and I went down on her. Arianna loved it and her labia were a deep crimson colour.
"Give it to me now!"
Her wet pussy was already twitching. We were in the missionary position for this first event. Arianna was arching her back and digging her nails into my back as she had a powerful orgasm that triggered my own. I was young, as fit as a butcher's dog, and stayed hard inside her for a few minutes. Eventually, we lay there in post-coital bliss.
"Let's try again in a few minutes and we do it doggy fashion! I like to be clean,"
Arianna went to the bathroom. She enjoyed it last time, so I followed her and she let me do most of the washing of her pussy as she sat on the bidet. As I ran my fingers over her clitoris and inner lips, she moaned in ecstasy. This showed an amazing lack of prudery so early at the first meeting.
Arianna suggested that at lunchtime the next day, we could go shopping to buy me a local shirt or two. This would fit with the local surroundings better than my plain European couture. She did not mention money. But I didn't think that she was in that game.
We met the next lunchtime, as agreed, and I bought a couple of shirts. We found ourselves in a boutique and soon I was buying her a ravishing dress at a cheap price. It was much less than its sterling equivalent. I thought; that's what boyfriends are for.
That evening at the hotel, after a stroll down Copacabana and a drink at a cafe bar, we were back in the hotel. Arianna showered, and then beckoned me from the bathroom door.
She sat on the bidet. "Wash me, and then eat me."
Of course, I did as I was told. I have found that outside Europe and the USA, many girls don't seem to know about the G spot. I inserted a finger and sucked on her clitoris at the same time. She almost fell off the bidet, moaning in pure pleasure.
"What did you do? I've never had such a feeling in my little sister, apart from during sex."
So I went into minor detail about her G spot. I knew little about the physiology of it, but the men's magazine suggested that most girls had one. The magazine had been instructive about how to excite it, and my efforts usually worked. I did my best in explanation. The internet had not arrived, or I could have turned to it to for help.
Arianna lay on her back while I gave her a G spot pleasuring.
"Don't worry about the 'why,' just enjoy the sensations."
I told Arianna I would be away at a remote project site for about three weeks. She gave me her flat and her new office telephone number and promised to call.
Arianna took me to her to her small but comfortable flat that she shared with her girlfriend. It was about two blocks back from Atlantic Avenue. We had a goodnight kiss and cuddle. At the remote project site, telephones were available. I rang Arianna both at the flat and at her office. Memories of her sexual performance dominated my thoughts.
After three weeks at the site, I completed my part of the work as planned and returned to Rio to write up a report and then return to the UK. I rang Arianna, and we met in the evening. The usual happened. She told me she had her period whilst I was away. She was on the pill and that she would always be there for me whenever I was in Rio. We agreed to another lunchtime meeting, and it was a pair of shoes for her!
We talked about her ancestry. Arianna had straight dark hair and a 'dark olive' complexion. She wasn't afraid of the sun and tanned easily, with her shoulder strap and bikini bottom lines being in marked contrast to the rest of her. This resulted from a mixture of Portuguese, Italian, and about one-eighth Amerindian blood. She said things were going fine for her at work and told me where her office was located. It all added up, as far as I could see.
My flight back to the UK departed late in the evening. Arianna came to the hotel at about six-thirty to give me a 'human sleeping pill!' I could hardly stand afterwards when we left for the airport. She wished me a fond farewell at the departure gate and asked me to come back soon.
I returned to London, and Arianna moved to the back of my memory. I missed her. After about two months, my boss told me that our man Bill in Rio was going for surgery in the UK, which would put him out of action for two months. I was to leave for Rio and hold the fort until Bill recovered. This was great news! I rang Arianna at her office and told her I was on my way. She was happy to hear it!
Whilst I had been in Rio for the first time, the currency exchange rate changed daily, and often by an appreciable amount. At the office, they warned me not to change more currency than was necessary, as, in a couple of days, you could get more for your money.
I had read an article in a financial magazine that the big Rio banks were giving you one per cent compounded interest per day for foreign currency. The banks stipulated a moderate maximum deposit amount, and the maximum time for the deposit to enjoy that rate of interest was 30 days. It had to be taken out in local currency and I could take it out on any day. This helped a little with the local inflation rate.
I was relatively flush with cash, as I had been away on business and field trips for much of the previous year. This work was all expenses paid and sometimes with a field allowance on top. I took a month's worth of 'beer money' with me and put it into a Rio bank.
