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Every day is an adventure abroad. Anything can happen. People travel in different ways with different priorities, so everyone’s days are different. But the priorities we have, interests, goals even, are limited by what we’re comfortable going after and also what we think is available to us. Possible. Something about being in another land makes us unstifled. My notes are telling me that isn’t a word. Unsupressed. That one too but I think it’s clear. Our days somewhere else are a manifestation of ourselves. Maybe even our true selves. What we really want.
This isn’t so much about pickup.
I went to a park that I’ve been wanting to see for a while and walked around and looked at trees and animals and some ass. Girls with boyfriends. Their families. I walked up a trail and saw mom and a daughter staring at a pretty pond with the father and son a ways back. I heard them talking English and asked them if they wanted a picture. Not as big of a smile as unusual. I’m comfortable with the English and can communicate with the eye contact. I took their picture, a few, telling them to move a bit, and then we began to talk. The mom, attracted to me, drifted off, as I began to focus more of my attention on her daughter. 20. College student. Family vacation. Rio for a family vacation, I comment. Intense. Small talk, eye contact, asked her if she could get away from them. I closed the distance early. I talked low, as I do. She said she wanted to go to some Bossa Nova bar but her family wasn’t interested so much. I proposed we go there maybe, just maybe, if she can get away. She said she probably could. Being young and I think somewhat intimidated she talked a little… pretentiously? In an attempt to communicate with someone older, qualify. I saw through it. It’s fine. I got her number. And reintroduced myself and said goodbye, clasping her hand, releasing it an inch, and then clasping it back as we parted. She clasped too. If she could get away I should have this one, I thought.
I walked some more and kept bumping into this girl who I could tell was from Argentina. We kept passing eachother in the park and I knew she was aware of me but not much was said. I walked some more and about 20 minuets later I tried to get into this nice little castle, house in the park that was kind of the main attraction but they wouldn’t let me get in line. I’d forgoed going in earlier because the line was so long but wanted to see it before I left. Dismayed I strolled around a bit and headed towards the exit when I saw the Argentinian girl taking selfies of herself. Redundant.
Do you want a picture, I asked, in Spanish. She requested I take a video and she can screenshot the video. No confidence in my skills, I comment. She laughs. We talk a bit in Spanish and about Argentina and I told her I couldn’t get into the house earlier because they closed it. She wanted to go in as well and so we went back to the line and tried to get in line together. They denied us again. She was more determined to get in than I was and so after determine there was nobody we could cut in the line ahead we came up with the idea that we had to go back in because I left something in there. We walked up to the entrance, in front of the line, and told the lady I’d left my hat in there and we had to run to get it. She let us in. I thought she’d remember me and see through our scheme because I’d tried to get in without the line before but she let us right in. Nice. We walked around the little castle house and took some pictures and saw it to our heart’s content. I was ordering her around a bit in the castle, saying let’s go here and let’s do this, you need to take a picture here, etc. The vibe was connected but when we left and kept talking I tried to get her to grab a drink with me and she told me she had a boyfriend. I knew she liked me but she wouldn’t do it and I only mildly persisted. We had a smiley goodbye.
I then ordered an Uber Moto to pick me up out of there when I saw the hottest girl I’d seen the whole time waiting with another girl by the exit. I’d meant to approach her before but never really saw the opportunity and didn’t feel like forcing the issue. She was wearing an all white dress and so I went up to her with a big smile on my face and asked her if she’d had her wedding here (haha), first in Spanish and then English. She was from Portugal and spoke minimal English and didn’t really find it funny. Awkward. Quite awkward. I fumbled a bit in conversation, and then went direct in complimenting her looks. She was there with her sister and they were leaving the next day and had plans with friends the whole night. I asked for her number and got her instagram and headed out.
When I arrived home I checked my phone and saw she’d followed me back. I then went outside my place and walked to the beach to watch the sunset, which I’d invited them both to do with me in the conversation, and they actually happened to be there. I ran into them and said hi and we talked a bit. They were more forthcoming. They asked me questions but without smiles. Their vibe was odd. Then they started kind of shitting on America and that turned me off a little bit. They were still so cold and she asked me directly if I just travel around and meet random girls everywhere. I basically told them yes. Weird vibe. No smiles. I texted her after if she wanted to get drinks after her dinner later but never got a response until a week later where we’ve started flirting over Instagram DM. When I’m in Europe this summer I’ll maybe see her. Odd.
I went home, changed, and had easily secured a date to this Bossa nova bar the girl wanted to go to at 8:30. I walked Copacabana beach and had dinner alone in the meantime, drinking a cold beer, enjoying my time, seeing if I could make any profound eye contact with attractive girls walking by. To no avail.
I ubered to the place after dinner and arrived about 5 minutes before her. She rolled up looking good but I questioned if she was fat because her shirt was loose fitting and I couldn’t tell. It turns out she wasn’t fat at all but her boobs were just fucking ridiculously massive. I wonder what she’ll look like in 10 years, but for now she’s skinny with massive, massive boobs, brunette hair, hot, and 19 instead of 20. I looked her up on fastpeoplesearch.com before arriving to see if I could get any info on her, like her name and instagram, but could barely find anything. I didn’t call her out on the lie about being 20 instead of 19 until after I fucked her.
We went into the bar and the cover was kind of expensive for Rio, but it was fine. We sat at a table in a place that was set up like an imitate comedy club, essentially, circular table with two chairs close to eachother. We began to talk and she was confident and kind of annoying in that pretentious way I’d mentioned before but I just chalked it up to nervousness - older guy, foreign country, etc. We made some jokes about how she works in a lab and studies genitals of both men and women under a microscope, shit like that. We kept going on and on with this joke about how she’s going to cut out my study my balls, so I had to watch out, but we didn’t. It was actually nice communicating with an American and the girl was smart. The conversation was flirty verbally but not touchy wise, so I just figured I’d close the distance and see what we can escalate to or get out of here. I wasn’t so much enjoying the music or the vibe. She was receptive to touch and more sexual innuendo was used. I just put my arm around her, starting stroking her hair, pulling it even, “is this okay, do you like that?” And I pulled it harder. Yes, but not in public. I was making her a bit uncomfortable so I backed off a bit. We ordered more drinks and during the intermission of the Bossa Nova show she proposed we leave and so we left. We went back to my place and had our first kiss in the elevator up to my apartment. She was easy. The sex was actually pretty fucking great and she looked so big naked. Her boobs were just miraculously massive and in good form. 19 years old. We had a really nice chat after, fucked again, her wanting to fuck more and more. It was a really good time.
Her parents were not happy about her going with me. We’d talked about that on the date. But she kind of had this independent, feminist thing going - what are they going to do - so I ran with that in our frame and thread of conversation. But she really had to go back to her hotel it seemed. No LMR and no resistance to going home, before.
We decided to smoke some cigarettes by the beach before we went back. I was really enjoying her company. And so we got some and posted up on a bench overlooking the water and smoked and talked and I really did enjoy it. The feel of the Latinas, the vibe, the comfortability, the sexuality, their sexual confidence, is my favorite. They’re my favorite. But I really did have fun hanging with this American girl. I’ll give her credit. She was cool as fuck for 19.
Here the story starts.
We sat smoking cigs and I saw a pretty Latina girl in a grey dress, no bra, walking down the sidewalk. We both smiled at her and waved her over. There had been some talk about how we could get a threesome going and the 19 year old rolled her eyes when I went for this. Sure enough, though, we’ll call her Andrea, came over and sat and talked with us. Peruvian and no English. My Spanish is 90% and 19 year old’s is about 30, but the Peruvian girl and I just began talking about life, Peru, and how this was going to be the first cigarette she’d ever had. She was 30 years old and her first cigarette, with me. I was already changing her life.
We chatted and chuckled. Andrea gave me the vibe of a girl who was reserved, shy, but no vacation and wanting to be less so, though she maintained that demeanor. She was confident, though. She had her own business. She was cool. She was sweet. We all had a nice time chatting and 19 year old decided she had to go. It was clear we’d been together and that was fine. She left, I gave her a good hug goodbye, and she kept asking me to hang out the rest of my days there.
So now it was me and Andrea. Sitting there, smoking her first cigarette at 30, looking out at Cabana beach. It’s lit up at night which is so nice. They do a wonderful job with managing the beach and everything. So it’s light but it’s night. It’s dark and the water out there is dark, and it’s dreamy, and there’s Andrea trying to figure out how to inhale into her lungs instead of just to the sides of her cheeks, coughing a bit, enjoying the experience. Something about her face in that moment, her thin face but delicate lips, nice lips and pretty eyes, just made me want to place my hands along her cheeks and head and just fuck it. It’s a shame I never got the chance.
We talked about life and got deep and I proposed we cross the street to get a beer. She’d been with a friend who she’d been looking for. I wasn’t sure if she’d be amenable but she hesitated slightly and then we headed. Interaction moving along… The vibe I got from her wasn’t sexual, aside from nice eye contact, but it’s all about compliance. Pay attention to compliance.
We crossed the big street and walked into a little one moving off it and got a big beer to share on plastic chairs outside the little kiosk selling beer, cigarettes, etc, alongside some others. We sat and drank and we were facing across from eachother but I made the executive decision to move my chair closer to her. We got deeper and deeper, talking about how I respect people from Latin America because they don’t have as much and have to get creative to have success, make their lives better, and people in America are complacent and not as creative, open, because the path to a comfortable life is laid out for them and they just have to follow the script. We both have our own businesses and talked philosophically alongside that thread for a while. We got another beer and kept talking, no touching. She was challenging me a bit. The girl was cool, interested in me surely, slightly, but I couldn’t tell. We talked a bit about sex, ex boyfriend, and she told me some things that I found out not to be true later on.
They were closing up the bar and taking away the chairs and so we got the rest of our beers to go after close to an hour of chatting there. i proposed we take a stroll back towards my place. Hers was on the way, potentially unfortunately coincidentally. I didn’t know how close it was. We were talking as friends but as friends bonding, and too low of voice, too intimate a time to just be just friends. We kept walking and as we were close to my place she announced it was her place right there. She wanted to go up. I told her she should come back to my place and she innocently asked what we were going to do there. I looked her dead in the eyes for longer than normal, smiled mischeviously with my eyes, barely any mouth, looked her up and down sexually appraisingly, and told her I had some ideas. She laughed and said ok.
So we kept walking and made it in and into the elevator. There was tension but I didn’t go for the kiss. I felt it wasn’t right and we made our way to my place. She was actually passionate about it which I found interesting and attractive. She had personality. I could tell she wasn’t a super social person. She stays at home and watches videos. She was different.
I had her sit next to me on my big couch and I pulled her into me and began talking to her close. I was going to let the tension build but I realized she wanted to kiss me then and there so we did. I began to escalate, grabbing her nice boobs through her dress, feeling her back. She was loose and enjoying it but she was nervous and proposed we slow down, saying she wanted a beer. In the past I would have taken this as frustrating but some girls just need more comfort. They want to take their time. They need that to build. And that’s fine. Don’t mess up. So I got us some beers and we sat there and kept talking about conspiracies and whatever. It was fine. It was fun. But we’d talk and I wouldn’t follow up what she was saying with another question of my own so much. I’d let the conversation fade so sexuality could re-arise.
That happened and I went in for the kiss again, kissing her neck. When she kissed me back she had no tongue. “Estas muy caliente,” she told me - you’re very horny. Yes. I said. And I began kissing down her neck, grabbing her hair, escalating more. It was fine. We kissed more and she stopped.
I have to tell you something.
I pulled back and showed her the blank, curious, slightly concern, slightly baby face I like to use when girls pause escalations. Playing dumb, almost, as if I wasn’t taking her stalling for any sort of real LMR, as if sex was bound to happen, and so her bringing something up must be something genuine. I love to play dumb during escalations. Don’t give into the game. (Works better with language barrier girls.)
And she began to tell me how she’d never done this. She’d never had sex. Consensually. Thirty years old. When she was young she was the victim of a truly violent sexual assault and she’d never had consensual sex. There were some disturbing details of the story that I feel wrong sharing, but it was tough to hear. This sweet, pretty, youthful for her age, delicate girl telling me what happened. And how she’s never, ever in her life, had sex.
The concerned look on my turned into authentic concern and I pulled back. Empathizing, truly, and listening to her, hearing her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have sex with her at this point. She was basically telling me she wanted to have sex but she’d never had it. She wasn’t telling me out of fear, or to stall, but to let me know. To share. To connect. So I knew. And I’m glad she knew.
I pulled back and genuinely told her, listen, thank you so much for telling me, I’m so sorry that happened to you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We will move very slowly. I will be very gentle with you. Everything is okay. Some things were falling into place about how she had behaved, how she’d been. The innocence I’d perceived. I was going to be very delicate with her. If we didn’t have sex, it was fine. Truly. I’d never had an experience like this.
She went to the bathroom again after we talked for a bit and she took a while. When she came back she was still wearing her dress but was wearing no underwear. We began to kiss, something she’d only done with three guys in her life. She kissed strongly but without tongue, really. I was so gentle, light. But I was enjoying her. I’d grab her boobs, her butt, which were both of wonderful texture and honestly nice. I was really attracted to her. And I began to rub her pussy through her dress, asking her if it was okay, and then going under and began touching it. She was soaking wet. Leaking onto the couch.
I continued checking in, with genuine concern and interest, every so often, having her touch my dick, stroking it. She was loving it. It was cool to see, this girl who had no experience, who didn’t even masturbate, had never had an orgasm, didn’t watch porn, who had never done anything consensually outside of kiss a guy, enjoy me touching her. Enjoy feeling my hard cock in her hand. Rubbing it. It was beautiful to see the instincts of a woman arising in them for the first time.
I took her hand and moved her to my bed. We kissed but she was passive, receptive, and I took off her dress, kissing her everywhere, and I ate her pussy. I loved doing it. She was so, so turned on. A truly new experience for her. One that I was and still honored I had the pleasure of giving her. She’d been waiting for this moment, to be with a guy. She’d done a lot of work on herself, she told me, gone to therapy. She’d been ready for sex but hadn’t had the proper opportunity. I really am so thankful I got to give it to her.
I ate her pussy and she loved it but she didn’t come. We began to kiss again and I got undressed and she gently played with my dick but without confidence or direction. She just didn’t know what she was doing. I got between her legs and pulled her into me and rubbed the underside of my dick against her wet, oh so wet pussy. I asked her a few times, do you want me to put it in? Do you want me to fuck you? I took my time making sure, receiving adorable nods, multiple yes’s. And so I did.
When I put it in it felt different, amazing, and I moved slowly. It hurt her. So I laid there for a bit with me inside her, moving slowly, my whole dick not inside her. We cradled each other and hugged and she cried bit, which I made sure to ask her about, but she was plenty fine. I fucked her, more and more, missionary. Something about this pussy, more than just psychologically, was special and fantastic. So tight and wet. She didn’t arch her hips or angle her pussy in any different way, something a girl who’d had sex before would know to do, she just wanted me to go back and forth. I did for a while, not cumming, and then she wanted to stop and so we stopped and I didn’t ask her again.
We talked and cuddled. She was affectionate but not so much. She’d never been. She didn’t know how. And so we slept.
The next morning we woke up and had sex again. She was wet as could be in the morning too. I really, really enjoyed it and pulled out and came on her stomach and I could see her eyes widen as she watched me come on her. She was startled by it. Like she’d never seen it. It was great.
I was affectionate with her and she was comfortable. But interestingly enough she didn’t seem wildly phased. I could tell thoughts were working inside her mind, but she was fine. She was comfortable. She was happy. She was sweet but not too sweet. Not too affectionate. She was happy and fine.
That next day we met up with her friend and grabbed food and ubered an hour south of Rio to this hike to this beach I know about. Her friend wasn’t great. She wasn’t hot and she was about as skeptical as someone could be of me but she didn’t have the confidence to be verbally combative or questioning in the slightest.
We had a nice time hiking and seeing the nature. To get to the trail you have to arrive at this little fisherman’s village by the beach and hike up the steep streets and into the trail which passes through the woods with periodic views of the ocean to the right. It took about an hour to get there and when we arrived it opened to this nice beach with few people there, some staying to camp. There wasn’t much talking on the way or when we arrived and that was fine. I was the one doing most of the talking, pumping the energy in, but the girls were preoccupied with the somewhat hard hike.
We made our way to the steep decline at the end which opens its way to the secluded beach. The water was cold and there were waves and I dived under one, swimming a bit with my eyes open, and emerging to look back at the two girls on the beach, one of their lives’ changed. You wouldn’t know it, though. She was happy as a clam. Normal, sitting there. I was happy too. I was really happy I had the opportunity to give her that experience. I can’t imagine another guy would have been as gentle and considerate as I was with her.
I went back in to sit with them and we chilled and then Andrea and I hiked up this little mountain right there to look over the sea. Beaches after beaches, large birds looking like pterodactyls floating above, rendered still by the wind coursing the opposite direction of where they want to go. It was an overcast day and the sun setting a bit made it darker, easy to see around. We took pictures and trampled around the brush and admired the scenery. I was sweet with her and she was sweet back but there wasn’t any of that youthful, just lost my virgnity, type of love going on. And that was fine. I wasn’t going to love bomb her but I was going to make sure she felt comfortable and safe. It all worked out very well.
We made it down from the mountain too late and walked back the trail in the dark, praying our phones wouldn’t day because without their flashlights we’d be fucked. We walked back into town and got food from a little cafe, chatting a bit with the locals, and then sat on the beach drinking beers and watching the waves come in and the fishermen in their little boats bring in their catch. We had a long Uber back home and said goodbye that night.
That was the last time I saw her. We’ve exchanged messages since then, thanks and gratitude from both sides. She wants me to come to Lima and see her but she knows if that happens it won’t be for a while. I gave her some advice about sex, life. She’s a smart girl. She’ll be fine.
It’s nice to be appreciated.
This isn’t so much about pickup.
I went to a park that I’ve been wanting to see for a while and walked around and looked at trees and animals and some ass. Girls with boyfriends. Their families. I walked up a trail and saw mom and a daughter staring at a pretty pond with the father and son a ways back. I heard them talking English and asked them if they wanted a picture. Not as big of a smile as unusual. I’m comfortable with the English and can communicate with the eye contact. I took their picture, a few, telling them to move a bit, and then we began to talk. The mom, attracted to me, drifted off, as I began to focus more of my attention on her daughter. 20. College student. Family vacation. Rio for a family vacation, I comment. Intense. Small talk, eye contact, asked her if she could get away from them. I closed the distance early. I talked low, as I do. She said she wanted to go to some Bossa Nova bar but her family wasn’t interested so much. I proposed we go there maybe, just maybe, if she can get away. She said she probably could. Being young and I think somewhat intimidated she talked a little… pretentiously? In an attempt to communicate with someone older, qualify. I saw through it. It’s fine. I got her number. And reintroduced myself and said goodbye, clasping her hand, releasing it an inch, and then clasping it back as we parted. She clasped too. If she could get away I should have this one, I thought.
I walked some more and kept bumping into this girl who I could tell was from Argentina. We kept passing eachother in the park and I knew she was aware of me but not much was said. I walked some more and about 20 minuets later I tried to get into this nice little castle, house in the park that was kind of the main attraction but they wouldn’t let me get in line. I’d forgoed going in earlier because the line was so long but wanted to see it before I left. Dismayed I strolled around a bit and headed towards the exit when I saw the Argentinian girl taking selfies of herself. Redundant.
Do you want a picture, I asked, in Spanish. She requested I take a video and she can screenshot the video. No confidence in my skills, I comment. She laughs. We talk a bit in Spanish and about Argentina and I told her I couldn’t get into the house earlier because they closed it. She wanted to go in as well and so we went back to the line and tried to get in line together. They denied us again. She was more determined to get in than I was and so after determine there was nobody we could cut in the line ahead we came up with the idea that we had to go back in because I left something in there. We walked up to the entrance, in front of the line, and told the lady I’d left my hat in there and we had to run to get it. She let us in. I thought she’d remember me and see through our scheme because I’d tried to get in without the line before but she let us right in. Nice. We walked around the little castle house and took some pictures and saw it to our heart’s content. I was ordering her around a bit in the castle, saying let’s go here and let’s do this, you need to take a picture here, etc. The vibe was connected but when we left and kept talking I tried to get her to grab a drink with me and she told me she had a boyfriend. I knew she liked me but she wouldn’t do it and I only mildly persisted. We had a smiley goodbye.
I then ordered an Uber Moto to pick me up out of there when I saw the hottest girl I’d seen the whole time waiting with another girl by the exit. I’d meant to approach her before but never really saw the opportunity and didn’t feel like forcing the issue. She was wearing an all white dress and so I went up to her with a big smile on my face and asked her if she’d had her wedding here (haha), first in Spanish and then English. She was from Portugal and spoke minimal English and didn’t really find it funny. Awkward. Quite awkward. I fumbled a bit in conversation, and then went direct in complimenting her looks. She was there with her sister and they were leaving the next day and had plans with friends the whole night. I asked for her number and got her instagram and headed out.
When I arrived home I checked my phone and saw she’d followed me back. I then went outside my place and walked to the beach to watch the sunset, which I’d invited them both to do with me in the conversation, and they actually happened to be there. I ran into them and said hi and we talked a bit. They were more forthcoming. They asked me questions but without smiles. Their vibe was odd. Then they started kind of shitting on America and that turned me off a little bit. They were still so cold and she asked me directly if I just travel around and meet random girls everywhere. I basically told them yes. Weird vibe. No smiles. I texted her after if she wanted to get drinks after her dinner later but never got a response until a week later where we’ve started flirting over Instagram DM. When I’m in Europe this summer I’ll maybe see her. Odd.
I went home, changed, and had easily secured a date to this Bossa nova bar the girl wanted to go to at 8:30. I walked Copacabana beach and had dinner alone in the meantime, drinking a cold beer, enjoying my time, seeing if I could make any profound eye contact with attractive girls walking by. To no avail.
I ubered to the place after dinner and arrived about 5 minutes before her. She rolled up looking good but I questioned if she was fat because her shirt was loose fitting and I couldn’t tell. It turns out she wasn’t fat at all but her boobs were just fucking ridiculously massive. I wonder what she’ll look like in 10 years, but for now she’s skinny with massive, massive boobs, brunette hair, hot, and 19 instead of 20. I looked her up on fastpeoplesearch.com before arriving to see if I could get any info on her, like her name and instagram, but could barely find anything. I didn’t call her out on the lie about being 20 instead of 19 until after I fucked her.
We went into the bar and the cover was kind of expensive for Rio, but it was fine. We sat at a table in a place that was set up like an imitate comedy club, essentially, circular table with two chairs close to eachother. We began to talk and she was confident and kind of annoying in that pretentious way I’d mentioned before but I just chalked it up to nervousness - older guy, foreign country, etc. We made some jokes about how she works in a lab and studies genitals of both men and women under a microscope, shit like that. We kept going on and on with this joke about how she’s going to cut out my study my balls, so I had to watch out, but we didn’t. It was actually nice communicating with an American and the girl was smart. The conversation was flirty verbally but not touchy wise, so I just figured I’d close the distance and see what we can escalate to or get out of here. I wasn’t so much enjoying the music or the vibe. She was receptive to touch and more sexual innuendo was used. I just put my arm around her, starting stroking her hair, pulling it even, “is this okay, do you like that?” And I pulled it harder. Yes, but not in public. I was making her a bit uncomfortable so I backed off a bit. We ordered more drinks and during the intermission of the Bossa Nova show she proposed we leave and so we left. We went back to my place and had our first kiss in the elevator up to my apartment. She was easy. The sex was actually pretty fucking great and she looked so big naked. Her boobs were just miraculously massive and in good form. 19 years old. We had a really nice chat after, fucked again, her wanting to fuck more and more. It was a really good time.
Her parents were not happy about her going with me. We’d talked about that on the date. But she kind of had this independent, feminist thing going - what are they going to do - so I ran with that in our frame and thread of conversation. But she really had to go back to her hotel it seemed. No LMR and no resistance to going home, before.
We decided to smoke some cigarettes by the beach before we went back. I was really enjoying her company. And so we got some and posted up on a bench overlooking the water and smoked and talked and I really did enjoy it. The feel of the Latinas, the vibe, the comfortability, the sexuality, their sexual confidence, is my favorite. They’re my favorite. But I really did have fun hanging with this American girl. I’ll give her credit. She was cool as fuck for 19.
Here the story starts.
We sat smoking cigs and I saw a pretty Latina girl in a grey dress, no bra, walking down the sidewalk. We both smiled at her and waved her over. There had been some talk about how we could get a threesome going and the 19 year old rolled her eyes when I went for this. Sure enough, though, we’ll call her Andrea, came over and sat and talked with us. Peruvian and no English. My Spanish is 90% and 19 year old’s is about 30, but the Peruvian girl and I just began talking about life, Peru, and how this was going to be the first cigarette she’d ever had. She was 30 years old and her first cigarette, with me. I was already changing her life.
We chatted and chuckled. Andrea gave me the vibe of a girl who was reserved, shy, but no vacation and wanting to be less so, though she maintained that demeanor. She was confident, though. She had her own business. She was cool. She was sweet. We all had a nice time chatting and 19 year old decided she had to go. It was clear we’d been together and that was fine. She left, I gave her a good hug goodbye, and she kept asking me to hang out the rest of my days there.
So now it was me and Andrea. Sitting there, smoking her first cigarette at 30, looking out at Cabana beach. It’s lit up at night which is so nice. They do a wonderful job with managing the beach and everything. So it’s light but it’s night. It’s dark and the water out there is dark, and it’s dreamy, and there’s Andrea trying to figure out how to inhale into her lungs instead of just to the sides of her cheeks, coughing a bit, enjoying the experience. Something about her face in that moment, her thin face but delicate lips, nice lips and pretty eyes, just made me want to place my hands along her cheeks and head and just fuck it. It’s a shame I never got the chance.
We talked about life and got deep and I proposed we cross the street to get a beer. She’d been with a friend who she’d been looking for. I wasn’t sure if she’d be amenable but she hesitated slightly and then we headed. Interaction moving along… The vibe I got from her wasn’t sexual, aside from nice eye contact, but it’s all about compliance. Pay attention to compliance.
We crossed the big street and walked into a little one moving off it and got a big beer to share on plastic chairs outside the little kiosk selling beer, cigarettes, etc, alongside some others. We sat and drank and we were facing across from eachother but I made the executive decision to move my chair closer to her. We got deeper and deeper, talking about how I respect people from Latin America because they don’t have as much and have to get creative to have success, make their lives better, and people in America are complacent and not as creative, open, because the path to a comfortable life is laid out for them and they just have to follow the script. We both have our own businesses and talked philosophically alongside that thread for a while. We got another beer and kept talking, no touching. She was challenging me a bit. The girl was cool, interested in me surely, slightly, but I couldn’t tell. We talked a bit about sex, ex boyfriend, and she told me some things that I found out not to be true later on.
They were closing up the bar and taking away the chairs and so we got the rest of our beers to go after close to an hour of chatting there. i proposed we take a stroll back towards my place. Hers was on the way, potentially unfortunately coincidentally. I didn’t know how close it was. We were talking as friends but as friends bonding, and too low of voice, too intimate a time to just be just friends. We kept walking and as we were close to my place she announced it was her place right there. She wanted to go up. I told her she should come back to my place and she innocently asked what we were going to do there. I looked her dead in the eyes for longer than normal, smiled mischeviously with my eyes, barely any mouth, looked her up and down sexually appraisingly, and told her I had some ideas. She laughed and said ok.
So we kept walking and made it in and into the elevator. There was tension but I didn’t go for the kiss. I felt it wasn’t right and we made our way to my place. She was actually passionate about it which I found interesting and attractive. She had personality. I could tell she wasn’t a super social person. She stays at home and watches videos. She was different.
I had her sit next to me on my big couch and I pulled her into me and began talking to her close. I was going to let the tension build but I realized she wanted to kiss me then and there so we did. I began to escalate, grabbing her nice boobs through her dress, feeling her back. She was loose and enjoying it but she was nervous and proposed we slow down, saying she wanted a beer. In the past I would have taken this as frustrating but some girls just need more comfort. They want to take their time. They need that to build. And that’s fine. Don’t mess up. So I got us some beers and we sat there and kept talking about conspiracies and whatever. It was fine. It was fun. But we’d talk and I wouldn’t follow up what she was saying with another question of my own so much. I’d let the conversation fade so sexuality could re-arise.
That happened and I went in for the kiss again, kissing her neck. When she kissed me back she had no tongue. “Estas muy caliente,” she told me - you’re very horny. Yes. I said. And I began kissing down her neck, grabbing her hair, escalating more. It was fine. We kissed more and she stopped.
I have to tell you something.
I pulled back and showed her the blank, curious, slightly concern, slightly baby face I like to use when girls pause escalations. Playing dumb, almost, as if I wasn’t taking her stalling for any sort of real LMR, as if sex was bound to happen, and so her bringing something up must be something genuine. I love to play dumb during escalations. Don’t give into the game. (Works better with language barrier girls.)
And she began to tell me how she’d never done this. She’d never had sex. Consensually. Thirty years old. When she was young she was the victim of a truly violent sexual assault and she’d never had consensual sex. There were some disturbing details of the story that I feel wrong sharing, but it was tough to hear. This sweet, pretty, youthful for her age, delicate girl telling me what happened. And how she’s never, ever in her life, had sex.
The concerned look on my turned into authentic concern and I pulled back. Empathizing, truly, and listening to her, hearing her. I wasn’t sure I wanted to have sex with her at this point. She was basically telling me she wanted to have sex but she’d never had it. She wasn’t telling me out of fear, or to stall, but to let me know. To share. To connect. So I knew. And I’m glad she knew.
I pulled back and genuinely told her, listen, thank you so much for telling me, I’m so sorry that happened to you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We will move very slowly. I will be very gentle with you. Everything is okay. Some things were falling into place about how she had behaved, how she’d been. The innocence I’d perceived. I was going to be very delicate with her. If we didn’t have sex, it was fine. Truly. I’d never had an experience like this.
She went to the bathroom again after we talked for a bit and she took a while. When she came back she was still wearing her dress but was wearing no underwear. We began to kiss, something she’d only done with three guys in her life. She kissed strongly but without tongue, really. I was so gentle, light. But I was enjoying her. I’d grab her boobs, her butt, which were both of wonderful texture and honestly nice. I was really attracted to her. And I began to rub her pussy through her dress, asking her if it was okay, and then going under and began touching it. She was soaking wet. Leaking onto the couch.
I continued checking in, with genuine concern and interest, every so often, having her touch my dick, stroking it. She was loving it. It was cool to see, this girl who had no experience, who didn’t even masturbate, had never had an orgasm, didn’t watch porn, who had never done anything consensually outside of kiss a guy, enjoy me touching her. Enjoy feeling my hard cock in her hand. Rubbing it. It was beautiful to see the instincts of a woman arising in them for the first time.
I took her hand and moved her to my bed. We kissed but she was passive, receptive, and I took off her dress, kissing her everywhere, and I ate her pussy. I loved doing it. She was so, so turned on. A truly new experience for her. One that I was and still honored I had the pleasure of giving her. She’d been waiting for this moment, to be with a guy. She’d done a lot of work on herself, she told me, gone to therapy. She’d been ready for sex but hadn’t had the proper opportunity. I really am so thankful I got to give it to her.
I ate her pussy and she loved it but she didn’t come. We began to kiss again and I got undressed and she gently played with my dick but without confidence or direction. She just didn’t know what she was doing. I got between her legs and pulled her into me and rubbed the underside of my dick against her wet, oh so wet pussy. I asked her a few times, do you want me to put it in? Do you want me to fuck you? I took my time making sure, receiving adorable nods, multiple yes’s. And so I did.
When I put it in it felt different, amazing, and I moved slowly. It hurt her. So I laid there for a bit with me inside her, moving slowly, my whole dick not inside her. We cradled each other and hugged and she cried bit, which I made sure to ask her about, but she was plenty fine. I fucked her, more and more, missionary. Something about this pussy, more than just psychologically, was special and fantastic. So tight and wet. She didn’t arch her hips or angle her pussy in any different way, something a girl who’d had sex before would know to do, she just wanted me to go back and forth. I did for a while, not cumming, and then she wanted to stop and so we stopped and I didn’t ask her again.
We talked and cuddled. She was affectionate but not so much. She’d never been. She didn’t know how. And so we slept.
The next morning we woke up and had sex again. She was wet as could be in the morning too. I really, really enjoyed it and pulled out and came on her stomach and I could see her eyes widen as she watched me come on her. She was startled by it. Like she’d never seen it. It was great.
I was affectionate with her and she was comfortable. But interestingly enough she didn’t seem wildly phased. I could tell thoughts were working inside her mind, but she was fine. She was comfortable. She was happy. She was sweet but not too sweet. Not too affectionate. She was happy and fine.
That next day we met up with her friend and grabbed food and ubered an hour south of Rio to this hike to this beach I know about. Her friend wasn’t great. She wasn’t hot and she was about as skeptical as someone could be of me but she didn’t have the confidence to be verbally combative or questioning in the slightest.
We had a nice time hiking and seeing the nature. To get to the trail you have to arrive at this little fisherman’s village by the beach and hike up the steep streets and into the trail which passes through the woods with periodic views of the ocean to the right. It took about an hour to get there and when we arrived it opened to this nice beach with few people there, some staying to camp. There wasn’t much talking on the way or when we arrived and that was fine. I was the one doing most of the talking, pumping the energy in, but the girls were preoccupied with the somewhat hard hike.
We made our way to the steep decline at the end which opens its way to the secluded beach. The water was cold and there were waves and I dived under one, swimming a bit with my eyes open, and emerging to look back at the two girls on the beach, one of their lives’ changed. You wouldn’t know it, though. She was happy as a clam. Normal, sitting there. I was happy too. I was really happy I had the opportunity to give her that experience. I can’t imagine another guy would have been as gentle and considerate as I was with her.
I went back in to sit with them and we chilled and then Andrea and I hiked up this little mountain right there to look over the sea. Beaches after beaches, large birds looking like pterodactyls floating above, rendered still by the wind coursing the opposite direction of where they want to go. It was an overcast day and the sun setting a bit made it darker, easy to see around. We took pictures and trampled around the brush and admired the scenery. I was sweet with her and she was sweet back but there wasn’t any of that youthful, just lost my virgnity, type of love going on. And that was fine. I wasn’t going to love bomb her but I was going to make sure she felt comfortable and safe. It all worked out very well.
We made it down from the mountain too late and walked back the trail in the dark, praying our phones wouldn’t day because without their flashlights we’d be fucked. We walked back into town and got food from a little cafe, chatting a bit with the locals, and then sat on the beach drinking beers and watching the waves come in and the fishermen in their little boats bring in their catch. We had a long Uber back home and said goodbye that night.
That was the last time I saw her. We’ve exchanged messages since then, thanks and gratitude from both sides. She wants me to come to Lima and see her but she knows if that happens it won’t be for a while. I gave her some advice about sex, life. She’s a smart girl. She’ll be fine.
It’s nice to be appreciated.
