Derek was my former boss at the bank where I worked as a teller. He was Relationship Manager and Vice-President of Royal Family Bank. He owned half of the bank's stock. He was thirty years my senior. I was 25 and he was 55 when we got married.
Ours was a whirlwind courtship and despite our age difference when he proposed to me, I said "Yes" right away. We got married before Christmas attended by only some very close relatives and friends.
Since it was almost the end of the year, we were not able to have our honeymoon. "This is a busy time for the bank, Michelle, let's have our honeymoon after the holiday season."
"Can we do it in Rio de Janeiro, my darling? I'd love us to spend our special day amidst the revelry and gaiety of that colorful carnival."
"The festival falls in February, right? Well, that's settled then. I'll have my secretary find us a local travel agent to prepare our papers and reservations for our accommodations in Rio."
At last, February came. I was so excited that right at the departure area, I was babbling like a girl who had been given the best gift in her life.
When the last check-in was called, Derek received a call which agitated him. "There was a heist at our main bank and one of my security guard was already shot. The authorities were already there but the hold uppers wanted to negotiate only with the bank's president. Go ahead to Rio and I'll join you as soon as I settle this problem."
He immediately rushed out of the departure area without hearing for my objection. .
I was met at the Rio de Janeiro's Galeao International Airport by Maria, our female tourist guide. "Welcome to Rio, Madam. Our Philippine agent specified that you are especially interested to see the carnival. You're in time for tomorrow night's being Sunday. We have taken a reserved two tickets for you and your husband at the sambodromo Luxury suite Sector 9 where you can watch and enjoy the parades of participating schools in comfort and without distraction. I noted you were alone, where is your husband?"
"He might come later," I dismissed the idea of Derek ever joining me in this trip.
She whisked me to my Arosa Rio hotel suite. "If you prefer to rest now, I will show you the sights tomorrow morning. There will be a transfer shuttle bus that will bring us to the sambodromo and back here tomorrow early evening."
I overslept, when I woke up its already past midnight. There was an overseas message from Derek. "I am sorry that I will not be able to join you on our honeymoon. Enjoy the carnival without me." Very brief and curt message that was very typical of my husband. I know it is almost noontime in the Philippines and as usual, he must be very busy.
Maria smiled when I opened my door for her the following morning. "I'm sorry, Maria but I'm still suffering from jet lag, besides my husband will not be coming and I'd prefer to rest now rather than enjoy the sights without him. Please pick me up for the carnival tonight."
The frenzy of colourful costumes and spontaneous dancing of sweating bodies of bare-bellied women and half-naked men in beautiful colourful costumes swaying to samba had engulfed me to the madness of the hour. I have accepted that I am alone and decided to enjoy the electrifying festive mood.
Despite the nearing early dawn it seems that the whole of Rio de Janeiro had never slept and was gloriously alive with smiling, dancing locals and tourists from different countries. It seems that the mardi gras festivities at the sambodromo had just exploded!
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I have watched the non-stop dancing led by different samba schools in the confines of my luxury suite, but I can't seem to feel the rhythm and the pulsing life of the colourful samba performers. I wanted to get out in the street and I've told Maria of my desire. "I understand. It is not the same when you do not have your dear husband by your side. Of course you are free to get out and join the dancing, but please stay close and don't get lost in the throng." She laughed, "Anyway your hotel is just half a kilometre away. In case you wanted to get back to your suite and you missed your service bus, take a taxi."
The heat and the frenzy of the crowd's movements met me when I sauntered out the suite. I was engulfed with the happy mood and I felt elated and began dancing.
Everybody in the crowd danced in complete abandon including a guy gyrating before me. He has his back to me and was facing the crowd. He was wearing a jungle man's costume and his well-muscled body glistened with sweat.
He turned around carried away with the rhythm of the music. He was without mask and was smiling. He has a dimple at his left smooth face, his pearly white teeth showing behind soft kissable lips. As he pumped provocatively as if in intercourse, he looked intently at me and asked, "Are you a local?" he shouted in the din of merry making. He kept pumping as he danced in front of me. His smooth chest was well-muscled, his stomach rippling with abs. I noticed he was wearing a white g-string behind the spotted-leopard designed sash and his well-formed bulge strained at the knitted cloth.
"The name is Carlo, I am an American tourist," our bodies touched as other dancers crowded on us as they milled around a passing float with beautiful scantily-clad dancers. As strong men cordoning the float and its participants passed before us, his hard muscled chest rubbed at my sensitive breast. My nipples hardened and I was not able to avoid body contact with him as more spectators crowded on us.
He continued rubbing his body to mine. I could feel his hard dick brushed at my mid-section grazing at my hole sending waves of desire to my pussy. I closed my eyes as we danced. I tried to imagine how it feels to have his enormous erection inside me. I blushed not because of the heat but because of this imagination of having his penis inside me. But the more I thought about it, the more excited I am and the more I liked it.
I was mildly surprised when his strong arms closed around my body in an embrace which prevented me from dancing back. He was already rubbing his hardened dick on my pussy and I trembled with a numbing desire.
I wanted him.
I wanted his scorching, scraping live part to enter my screaming, wet hole.
I closed my eyes to really feel him. I put my hands on his hips and met his pulsing manhood with my already wet cunt. Only our scant clothing prevented total skin contact.
I felt his embrace tightened crushing my body to his. Joined in a tight embrace, I let myself swayed with him. Our dance no longer relate to the tempo of the deafening music. Our body had created a dance of our own.
I boldly met his kiss when his lips touched mine. I opened my mouth when I felt his warm tongue searched a passage through my mouth. My tongue met his and let him sucked me. His breath was sweet; his saliva sweeter. And I liked it. And I sucked him hungrily in return.