Unfortunately, although I was right across from Praia das Putas, the view was blocked by the palm trees. And I had brought my binoculars!
I unpacked my suitcase and stowed my stuff in the drawers in the bedroom, and then we went out, first to a cambio to exchange some dollars, then to the supermarket to buy a few things for the apartment. When we got back, the girls grabbed me before I could start putting our purchases away. They took my clothes off, and ravished my body with kisses. Fernanda worked her tongue down to my crotch as I kissed Tereza passionately. God, I had missed these girls. Tereza joined her lover down south, and I was in heaven. After a while, Fernanda got out a rubber and I figuratively flipped a coin and picked Tereza. She lay on her back and Fernanda squatted over her face as I entered her, and we kissed as I pumped. This was a change, Fernanda letting Tereza do her—Tereza must have learned what Fernanda liked.
All too quickly I came (Tereza did that to me). We spent another hour kissing each other all over and playing, and although I was plenty excited, physically I was too tired for another completion.
I had brought a few things for my friend Bob, an expatriate living in Rio, so I called him to see if now would be a good time to come over. It was, so we went over to see Bob.
Bob had met the girls on my last trip to Rio, and he enjoyed their company, so he mostly ignored me for almost an hour. Bob showed them his lingerie collection and photographs of some of the many girls that he had taken, and talked to them in Portuguese for a while. Then finally he started talking to me (in English), and we had a nice chat about how things had been in Rio, and caught up on what had been going on in our lives the last four months.
On the way back we were all a little bit hungry, so we stopped at an a kilo place for a little bit to eat, and then came back to the apartment where we played around a little bit more. This time it was Fernanda’s turn, and I had recovered enough to finish with her.
Photos: Tereza and Fernanda 01 02 03
By this time it was about 7:30 and I was exhausted from the trip and the jet lag. We sat at the computer for a few minutes to talk, using the translator program on the computer. We had a little discussion about how much money I should give them. I tried to give them $100.00 between the two of them, and they were unhappy with that. I said that they had just been with me for half a day, but they said they had been counting on me to show up and help them out. It turned out they were really in desperate straits, I found out later.
I told them I wanted them to be happy, and so I gave them each $100.00. They were indeed happy and they said, “Why don’t you take a nap, and we will come back in a couple of hours and party some more?”
So that’s what happened. They came back about 10:30, actually closer to 11:00, and we went out to Terazzo Atlantico for dinner. We looked around, but the selection at the restaurant was terrible. I did not see more than one or two that I liked and neither did they. So we came home alone, the three of us, and after playing around one more time, we went to sleep.
I slept pretty comfortably considering I was in the slot in the middle between them on a regular queen size bed. But the bed was very comfortable, and I slept fairly well. I’m sure the jet lag helped—but so did the satisfaction that they had brought me.
Thursday. We slept late, got up at about 10:30. We were planning to go to Petropolis and it was already late, so we just showered and took off. Tereza drove fairly well considering she is a maniac-the road to Petropolis was quite curvy. It took about an hour to an hour and a half to get there. Along the way, as we wove up through the mountains, were some spectacular views of Rio, as well as some serene valley/mountain scenes.
Petropolis was an interesting town; a very worthwhile day trip. Coming into town, we snaked along a valley that had stores, shops and apartments on both sides of the road, and a river or something in the middle alongside the road. We got into the center of the town and went to the Tourist Bureau to get a brochure that told us what to do in Petropolis. Tereza had been there once before, but Fernanda had never been there.
First thing on the agenda was to eat lunch, so we found a good restaurant right near where we parked the car and had a very nice lunch. We all had steaks, and on the way to the men’s room I noticed that the chef was cooking steaks over coals: not gas but wood coals, which may have been why they tasted so good. Churrascaria Majorica. Excellent.
After lunch we walked over to the Imperial Palace Museum. This was quite a sight. It had been the summer palace for the second emperor of Brazil, Peter (Pedro) the Second. Built in mid-1800s, it was quite an elegant museum with lots of artifacts from the Imperial period. I also got a lesson in the basics of Brazilian history by going through the museum. I hadn’t realized that Brazil had been a Portuguese colony (gee, I guess that explains the language) until the early 1800’s, or known about the emancipation of the slaves a little later. I do recommend this as a day trip for anybody who has a little bit of time in Rio. I rented the guide that you could put to your ear and listen in English as it explained everything in the museum, and gave a lot of historical background. It was quite an interesting experience. I will do it again.
One of the attractions of Petropolis is Rua Tereza, a street lined with shops with all kinds of clothing for men and women (mostly for women) and it is a shopper’s paradise. We had seen the first ads for it at the edge of town. The prices were much, much lower than in Rio, according to Tereza. So we happily shopped our way down the street. I bought a few things for the girls and a couple of shirts for myself. Rua Tereza is a big part of Petropolis’ attraction.
After we finished shopping, we went over to the Crystal Palace, which is a performance hall constructed of glass with a metal roof, quite an interesting-looking building. By this time it was dark, and we headed back to Rio, rather than wait a couple hours for the performance t here.
During the course of the drive home and the evening, the girls told me about the hard times that had befallen them. Fernanda had been living with her uncle, who had been supporting her and helping her put herself through college. Her uncle had died, and she no longer had that support. Tereza, who had had the apartment in Juiz de Fora where they were going to school, had given up her apartment. She had a friend who was living in Mato Grosso, but had left her passport in Rio. The friend told Tereza that if she would bring the passport to Mato Grosso, she would take Tereza to Germany to work. Tereza brought the passport, but ended up stuck in Mato Grosso for a month. Her friend flaked, and although she paid Tereza’s fare to Mato Grosso, left Tereza without any money. So she had to work to earn the bus fare back to Rio. And then she no longer had an apartment for them to live in.
So the girls were basically homeless and no longer in school, quite a change from their situation when I first met them. I hadn’t known until that moment. Tereza had called me several times since my Revillion visit, and hadn’t asked for money--she has too much class (unlike my previous namoradas).
As we got close to Rio, Tereza made a phone call and said she wanted to stop by Madame X to see her, and that she had a garota that she wanted me to meet.
So we stopped by to see Madame X and I saw two of my old friends from the last trip there, as well as a couple of garotas that I wanted to meet. However, the one that I wanted was not available for long enough that evening, so Madame X recommended another one, Natalia, whom we took home with us.
She was a hot little number, short and busty. The girls all got into each other (somehow, Fernanda beat me to Natalia’s crotch), but they did not ignore me. After we all played with each other for a while, I put Natalia on top of me, and bounced her up and down until I came. We took a short break for so they could smoke, and we looked at the beach and ocean, then got back into bed for another hour of ecstasy.
Photos: Natalia 04 05
Natalia left after about 11:30 and we went off for some dinner at Sindicato do Chopp. We talked some more, and they asked me to help them out. I asked them what kind of help. They said they needed an apartment, and I said that would not be possible. They said they understood—that they needed more help than I could give them (although I guess they were hoping). I wished I could help them with wishes—I really like these women. So, we went to sleep, and this time, Fernanda slept on the couch. Good. I liked Tereza more, and was delighted to cuddle up with her.
Friday. We woke up around 10:00 and chatted a little bit, then they took off. I asked them to return to spend the last 24 hours with me (and of course, take me to the airport). What wonderful garotas, they understood my need for variety (participated in it, in fact), and departed without a twinge of jealousy—they even said they hoped I would have a good time and good sex.