We arrived in Rio de Janeiro and headed straight to the hotel, our dream vacation was officially starting now and I was ready to take my love for a night out on the town. Upon arriving at the hotel, the bellboy walked us and our luggage up to our Presidential suite. I watched as Sarai walked ahead of me, her hips swaying back and forth as she walked, it was almost like I was under a hypnotic spell. The material of her dress hugged her body like a second skin, dipping low in the front showing off the honey colored swell of her breasts. Her chestnut brown hair she had swept up on top of her head when we arrived due to the humidity, leaving her neck exposed and looking ever so delicious. Arriving at our room the bellboy unlocked the door; I stood behind Sarai feeling the heat from her body. I could smell her scent which made me smile; she was already intensely turned on. I chuckled behind her and watched as the blush spread across her body, tonight I had so much in store for her. We walked into the suite shocked at the true beauty of the room, the online pictures were nothing compared to the real thing. I tipped the bellboy and watched as he left the suite closing the door behind him. I opened the balcony doors and walked out into the evening sky despite the humidity even late in the evening this country was truly beautiful, a true sight to see. I turned to walk back in and walked into her as she approached me.
"Is everything okay Zarah?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
Wrapping my arms around her I kissed her forehead. "Everything is fine princess, why don't we go ahead and get ready so that we can enjoy this night. I know you're hungry after the flight."
She giggled and blushed because right at the moment her stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear. Letting her go I slapped her on the ass as she turned and giggled into the room heading towards the bathroom to freshen up and change clothes. Thirty minutes later we were refreshed and headed out into the night to explore the sights that we would wake up to for the next seven days. We dined at a quaint little restaurant overlooking a view of the water, I watched her over the candlelight desperately wishing that she were mine. Sarai and I had been friends for a while now; the invite on this trip had come as a shock. She had called me a week ago asking me if I would accompany her on this trip, seeing as though I secretly lusted after her I didn't even inquire about why she wasn't taking her girlfriend.
I shook myself from my reverie and lifted my champagne glass, she dabbed at her lips with her napkin and lifter her glass as well. Clinking glasses we both sipped. "What was the toast for Zarah?" She asked as she lifted her fork.
I sipped from my glass, sat it down and smiled at her. "The toast was to the fact that I am one of luckiest studs in the world to be in the company of such a beautiful woman, not only on the outside but on the inside as well. The toast was to you my beautiful princess."
She blushed and dropped her head. "Gracias, papi." She whispered, not knowing the turmoil hearing her say those words caused inside of me.
We finished our entrees and even had a little dessert. As we were walking out of the restaurant we began to hear music, so we decided to follow it. A few blocks down we were immediately surrounded by dancers, live music and people dancing in the street. We joined in on the festivities, and I watched as Sarai let the music take her to another place. She let herself go becoming one with the beat, her hips and ass gyrating to the music as she reached up with her hands and let her hair down. She reminded me of a gypsy as she raised her dress just a little making it easier for her to dance. I had never seen her with such wild abandonment in her eyes; she was always forced to be so prim and proper. Seeing this side of her had me ready to take her off into a corner and have my way with her. But our first time together would be special, not just some romp in the bushes.
We followed the crowd as they moved further down the street. Some patrons had started filing into a club, so we decided to check it out. Going to the bar I started a tab and ordered us drinks, Sarai stood next to me, her eyes were huge and glossy, a light coating of perspiration had covered her body. I could see her nipples through her a dress, I didn't know how much longer I could withstand this silent torture before I broke down and ravished her body. I handed her a shot of tequila watching as she expertly took the shot with lime and salt, she smiled at me.
"I think I'm ready for another." She giggled.
I turned to order her another drink, but the bartender was already handing her a shot. "The guy down there ordered the shot; it's on the house senorita." The bartender said as he quickly moved down the bar to attend to the other patrons.
Sarai turned to look at me. "The bartender made it so it shouldn't be spiked right?" She asked.
"No babe I wouldn't think so, I don't think they would want to deal with some Americans getting poisoned in their establishment especially in the tourist area." I said.
She shrugged and threw the shot back and began to dance as the song changed in the club. She sat her glass down and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers pulling my dreads as she pressed her body up against mine and began to seductively grind her pussy on me. I could do nothing but grab her waist and bite my lip. She moved one hand from behind my neck and moved to unbutton the top buttons of my dress shirt. I held my breath, watching as she slid down my body, I looked down and closed my eyes quickly. Her head was in front of my crotch, all I could picture was her sucking my dick while I massaged the back of her neck. I opened my eyes as she slid back up my body, sliding her hand down my slacks as I visibly shivered.
"Fuck! Sarai what are you doing?" I whispered hoarsely.
She giggled as she turned her ass to me pulling her hand out of my pants; gripping my hips she began to grind her ass back into me. "What does it feel like I'm doing, papi?"
I heard a glass sit down behind me, Sarai and I turned to see the bartender sit down two shots of tequila. "It's from the same guy." The bartender said as he began to walk away.