The air was starting to turn autumn-like back home, not yet frosty but the cooler mornings told of the imminent arrival of Fall. Bob was happy to have his second training tour in the southern hemisphere where the late spring was warming up nicely. His non-stop commercial flight from Miami to São Paulo's Guarulhos International Airport (GRU) was a long 10 hours.
The sexy international stewardesses were again attentive to his food and entertainment but not his tumescent erection. The air hostesses flirted intermittently with their VIP passengers, then coyly fended off the inevitable double-entendre hints for stress relief that they had heard so many times before. They smugly exploited their transposed status over the customarily dominant alpha males in the stratospheric captivity.
Maybe later, on the ground and in a more private setting, the saucy lasses might allow a select one or two men to believe they had recouped their elite status; allowing them to liberate their pent-up vexations in and on the off-duty female aircrew members. Just maybe...
After being again swiftly and expertly escorted through customs and immigration, Bob's private chauffeured ground transport was similarly barren of backseat female comforting and he watched out the window at the passing scenery, decorated sporadically by pretty young women walking or chilling out at roadside cafes. They recurrently fluffed their long dark hair, briefly exposing necks and arms, striding along in short skirts and leggy displays that were an undeniable attempt to attract the watching males' attentions.
He mused on the means and attitudes they must be forced to master in order to cope with the daily grind of chauvinism in this macho-dominated environment: keen on attracting the desirable males while fending off the rougher ones. Where and how did they learn the essential roles and rules? His musings and the long drive from San Paolo ended near the Iguazu Falls on the Argentina side of the border with Brazil.
He was welcomed to the secluded facility by Mrs. Gaucho, the housemother, who received him in her spacious office. While she briefed him on the campus facility and his potential assistance, he mentioned the beauties he had spied during his ground journey.
"Aw, yes... they are pretty, aren't they? Our girls are quite similar, all regional chicas from nearby Brazil, Argentina, and Chile. We selectively recruit the right native beauties from urban and suburban upscale families. And just as importantly, we offer a few orphans the chance to escape the barrios of Rio de Janeiro, Santiago, and Buenos Aires for this once-in-a-lifetime special education opportunity. Our civic duty; giving back to society at large."
Mrs. Gaucho rang for assistance and a topless Hispanic girl appeared in campus daywear uniform: camel toe booty shorts with heels and nothing else. She stood attentive to the Madre de la Casa, hands clasped behind her panty-covered hips. Her fulsome breasts were eye magnets for any healthy male.
"For example, Gabby hails from Santiago, the product of a wealthy family, lorded over by her father, a major business scion. She's here to be taught the ways of a proper daughter; proper that is within the incestuous nature of her eccentric family circle, uncles included."
Gabby showed no reaction to the description, dutifully devoted to respecting its truism.
"Young lady, please show Uncle Bob to our guest coach tutor lodge."
Gabby's youthful smile of acknowledgment lit up the room as she invited Bob to follow her.
"Si, Señora. Tio Bob, sígame, por favor."
Bob would have followed her anywhere. He watched her toned ass waddle as she preceded him through the hallways and across the open spaces to his detached bungalow, her long straight ponytail swishing across her satin shorts-compacted ass cheeks. Along the way his focus on her butt was distracted as he got an eyeful of other topless coeds that they passed in the hall or that stopped their poolside studies to gaze in keenness, dreaming of a chance to better know this week's resident guest coach tutor, up close and personal.
Gabby stopped at a suite of rooms exclusively reserved for Bob's private use and safe haven. He couldn't help but wonder if she would stay a while and relieve his travel stresses. But she handed him an envelope that had been placed on a side table. He read the script.
"Bien venidos, Tio Bob. I hope your time with us will prove to be valuable. I left you a little 'aperitivo' near the falls so you can sample this week's nubile buffet. Gabby will show you the entrance to the pathway. Please enjoy our hospitality. Mrs. Gaucho."
Bob left the card on the stand and shrugged towards Gabby. She knew her standard instructions forbade any intimacy with her guest, for now anyway, and led him outside to a foliage-crowned dirt path. She motioned him to follow its course, adding a wink and stretching up with a boob pressed arm hug to sweetly peck his cheek in a universal gesture of 'until later'. Bob regrettably walked away with the hope that the 'until later' signal was real. The sound of the falling water drummed louder and louder as he navigated the path until he emerged into daylight at the far end.
There was a flat spot in the shoreline, lapped by the wavelets created in the drop pool by the cascading water. And it was decorated with a little native beauty, topless, wearing bug-eye sunglasses and a high cut neon green thong, peacefully sunning herself in the afternoon rays. He walked toward her and his shadow moved across her face.
She turned her head at the dimmed light, having been unable to hear his approach over the water noise, and seeing an adult man in her presence, smiled coyly and rolled up to sit on folded legs. She tilted her sunglasses up to rested on top of her head and placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, and looked down at the ground between her knees. Her pert breasts rode high on her chest. It was the learned presentation pose of a dutiful young female. She had assimilated her campus coed role very well.
Bob tried to make conversation but the waterfall noise and his faulty Spanglish weren't getting him anywhere. In the cacophony, he thought she said her name was Gina but he wasn't sure. And then he realized it didn't matter.
Instinctively, she understood he was here to hook up with her. She rose, dropped her glasses and peeled off her thong. She instinctively moved to help Tio Bob out of his travelling clothes. Taking his hand, she walked him into the waist-deep pool. He braced for the usual cold rush to his genitals but the pool was surprising tepid.
She pulled him close to her, played with him briefly under the splash rippled surface, hefting his growing penile meat. Accustomed to dispensing with any unnecessary delay, she quickly hopped up and swaddled his hips with her legs, wrapped her arms around his neck, and adjusted her mount to press his knob to her pussy.
He may not have understood her foreign language words but he understood this universal human body language and the messages were very obvious. He buoyed her butt as she relaxed her hip swaddle and then dropped her down his cock. She 'woofed' as his tip hit her deepest recesses.
Gina hugged his neck and gurgled unintelligible sounds as he fucked her in the water, bouncing her lithe body on his cock. Her voice rose in timbre and he sensed her approaching ecstasy as he sensed the approach of his own peak.
He howled in the noisy solitude of the cascading water's deafening crash and ejaculated this week's first delayed shots into her cunt, drowning his journey's long sexual drought. She juddered while he filled her little recess and then slumped down, resting her cheek calmly on his shoulder.
Somehow, he didn't topple over in the aftermath of his knee wilting orgasm. He duck-walked slumping Gina out of the water and set her wobbly feet on the sand.
She languidly retrieved his clothes, carried them along with her thong and shades as she led him back up the path to his quarters, lazily kissing him goodbye at his doorway, her wet little tits pressed to his chest. He watched her tight little ass ripple away in a sluggish jog.
Later that day, as Bob was resting up after his travels and the advent water fuck, his room phone rang.
Mrs. Gaucho hoped his day was going well. Then she invited Bob's assistance with a special event: a VIP Pledge Contributor had requisitioned a special younger coed for a make-believe father-daughter fantasy encounter. Bob would be tasked with preparing the chosen candidate for her dress-up rendezvous. In reply to his unspoken thought, 'Tio' Bob was free to play with her at his whim, barring any vaginal sex. She must be clean and fresh when he relinquished her to her 'Daddy'.
Of course, he was happy to help any way he could. Mrs. Gaucho gave him time and place and he left for his special duty.
