Sitting by the warm campfire, as the summer night grew chilly, (it often does in the Canadian Rockies,) I prepared to tell Steve about another encounter of mine. We shared a lot this man and I, he was the only person who knew my innermost secrets and desires. I had the thought that somewhere behind that smiling, good natured facade, that he was also living out some of his fantasies in mine.
" Well, Steve, do you remember that hot Brazilian, Marco that I told you about?"
Steve nodded and smiled bigger as I told him my next story...
Marco was a guy that I had met at a party one night. He was there with a friend of mine named Jen. He was about 5'8 had short dark hair, and a slim build. Now I'm usually not attracted to short, thin guys, but there was this 'thing' that emanated from Marco, a certain sexuality that I found compelling. I ran into him and Jen a couple other times as well, and then one night Jen dumped him in the middle of a big party and left with some guy she just met.
'What an opportunity' I thought to myself as I slithered up next to him and asked if he needed a ride home. What Brazilian man could resist me as I looked at him through my long dark lashes, my big brown eyes so sympathetic. I guess he felt a little humiliated because he wanted to go home right away. We talked a little as I drove, he had a thick accent but I was picking up on it fast. He had been in the states for a couple of years working for a consulting firm here in Seattle.
When we reached Marco's apartment he invited me in to finish our conversation. He really seemed like a nice guy and I was mad at Jen for being a friend of mine who did what she did. If it were me I would have made 'later' arrangements with the other guy and took Marco home first, feigning exhaustion or PMS or something.
He had a big apartment and kept it pretty tidy, reminding me if I was to take him home with me sometime, that I'd better straighten up the place first.
We had a couple of beers and talked for hours. He said it was no big deal about Jen, that theirs was just a casual relationship, but he thought that she was tactless for leaving him like that. I readily agreed and told him that I could never do that to someone. We talked about Brazil and Seattle and how they contrasted with each other. The more we talked, the more we drank, then the conversation led into sex. Good we were finally on my favorite subject. I always felt that if sex were an academic course, I would get straight A's, probably A+'s.
I was getting extremely excited and wondered if Marco might be feeling the same way. It didn't take me long to find out.
"Kat, I want to show you something" he said.
Marco took my hand and proceeded to lead me down the hallway to his bedroom. As we walked inside he flipped the switch startling me. His bedroom was massive and along one full wall were mirrors mounted from floor to ceiling. 'Wow', I thought to myself, wild horses couldn't drag me away now. I'm sure he could see by my face that I was turned on, and next thing I knew he was pulling me to him and kissing me. My God was this guy ever hot, I was thinking as he kissed me slowly. His hands came up and started unbuttoning my blouse, button by button, agonizingly slow. His lips followed the trail of buttons, slowly planting fiery hot kisses down my chest. I could feel butterflies in my stomach, hundreds of them aching to be free, as he dropped my blouse on the floor and unhooked my bra. His mouth found my breast as he pulled my bra free and dropped it to the floor also. He teased my nipple with his tongue, licking it, sucking it, nibbling on it. My breathing was catching in my throat, as his hand came up to massage my other breast.
I could see our reflection in the mirror and the scene presented to me was one of extreme erotic proportions, having a mesmerizing effect on me. I watched the image as Marco unbuttoned my pants and kneeling on the floor, slid them off of me. I was left standing before him in my black thong. He reached up and pulled that off as well.
I watched our reflection as Marco, still kneeling, kissed the back of my knee, his lips so hot they scorched my skin. His tongue like a warm wet snake made its way up the back of my thigh, leaving a wet trail. The sensation was nearly unbearable, and by the time he reached my ass, I was squirming in anticipation. He massaged my cheeks with his hands, and gently bit down on my right.
The mirror told me that he was standing, and then I felt his tongue snaking up over my ass cheeks to my lower back. Now I don't know about anyone else, but my back is the most sensitive spot on my body. Marco seemed to sense this and started trailing his hot tongue all over my back, doing little circles and other shapes. I watched his hands reflected in the mirror come up to take a breast in each one.
By the time his mouth reached my neck, I was covered in giant goose bumps. My nipples were so hard I thought they were going to break off in his fingers. His hands fell away from me and the looking glass showed him pulling his own clothes off. It didn't take him long and soon he was standing behind me again, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as his scorching hot mouth branded my shoulder with a kiss.
I wanted to close my eyes but was afraid of missing what the mirror was presenting. I fought to keep them open as he slid around in front of me and kissed my lips. I watched his firmly rounded butt as he kissed my neck, covering the whole area with his blazing lips. Moaning lightly as his heated mouth again found and kissed my breast, I wondered how much more of this I could take.
Marco gently slid down onto the thick rich carpeting, pulling me with him. His lips burnt highways across my chest, from one breast to the next. My hands were holding his head, fingers gently running through his short hair, my eyes still glued to the erotic scene in the mirror.
Sliding back up to my mouth, Marco looked into my eyes and slowly licked my lips. A shiver ran through me, a quivering aching desire as he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Kathrynn, tell me how much you want me to make love to you."
