As I slowly woke up the next morning I was aware of a strange sensation in my groin area. I looked down and was greeted by the sight of the back of Thalia's head and from what I was feeling it was obvious she had mistaken my Johnson for an ice cream cone. I started to gently rub her ass to let her know I was awake and she wiggled it in response. She took that as her cue to go from licking to deep throating and I was in heaven.

Her morning oral services were an absolute delight. She told me later that morning to expect them most every morning we were together because she believed her boyfriend should always go through the day with a smile. She felt that if her man was happy, he would be nicer to be with for her. I liked the logic. The routine varied a little from morning to morning but always led to the same conclusion. On two occasions she presented her sexy bottom to me first so I could have a morning DATY session prior to her blowing me into sheer bliss.

Invariably we showered together but dressed separately. She liked her breakfasts, as do I, so we would either head downstairs to the restaurant or order Room Service.

She told me that first morning that she would like to show me the town and take me whereever I wanted to go. First, though we needed to stop by her place so she could pick up some more clothes and cosmetics. We caught a cab from the hotel and rode north into what I would call a lower middle-class neighborhood. We stopped in front of an apartment building and she asked me to come up with her. On the way up to one of the upper floors in what may have been Rio's slowest elevator she told me that she was living temporarily with her mother and that I would be meeting her. I didn't exactly panic but got a somewhat uncomfortable feeling about how this was going to go over. She must have sensed my discomfort because she told me not to worry a bit and that everything would be fine.

She opened the door with her key and hollered out to her mother that we were there. Mom came out of the kitchen and we were introduced. She was a good looking woman in her own right - about 43-44 with a definite resemblance to her daughter. She offered me coffee which I accepted and asked me if I spoke Portugese. I told her no, but that I did speak some Spanish. She asked me where I was from and how long I was going to be in Rio. Her next remark surprised the hell out of me. She proceeded to thank me profusely for helping her girl with her university fees. She said that she didn't have enough money to send her on her own and she was unable to get "money help" from the government. Apparently moma-cita was cool with the whole deal. If I understood her right she was the one who had told her nephew to be on the lookout for possible "novios" for her daughter.

Thalita came out of her bedroom with a slightly larger bag than the one she had brought to the hotel the night before. She picked up the phone and called Paolo's radio cab service and asked to have him to pick us up. We three chatted some small talk while waiting for the cab and a few minutes later we headed back down to the street on the slowpoke elevator.

Paolo seemed pleased as a cat with two tails when he saw us together. (I don't know if he was getting a cut or was just happy for her). We took the cab over to the tram station at the base of the sugar loaf mountain and I bought our tickets for the ride to the top. She was acting quite affectionate in public with me. Almost like she was trying to show off that she had connected with someone she was proud of. It was weird in a way, but who's complaining.

After enjoying the breath-taking beauty of the city from Sugar Loaf we walked toward Copacabana and found a nice little cafe for a light lunch. I was starting to get some odd feelings about the sight we must have made. It was obvious I wasn't her "grandfather" (but was nearly old enough to be so). I mentioned over lunch that I was wondering what the folks on the street would think when they saw us and she laughed. She told me to look around the cafe and tell me what I saw. There were at least three other couples that were made up of an older guy and a much younger woman. (None of the guys was as old as me but they were still alot older than their girls.)

We finished lunch and walked arm in arm along the Avenue across from the beach at Copa. I saw a shop with some kids things and told her I wanted to go buy some gifts for my grand-daughter. She got a kick out of that because she didn't realize that I really was an "abuelo" and she joked that I could be her "abuelo/novio". She had a great sense of humor and loved to laugh at her own or my little jokes.

We hailed a cab on the street and went back to the hotel to get in some pool or beach time.

The next three days and nights followed similar patterns beginning each day with a morning oral session and ending each night with some great sex. No one in the world was ever as thankful as I was for Viagra and Androderm patches.

At breakfast the 4th day we noticed a fousome at a table that were made up of two guys around 50 and two gals around 25. I recognized one of the guys as being part of the group that would be going on the same cruise I was going on. Apparently he had either latched onto a hot one in Rio or had brought along his own sweet young thing.

I mentioned that to Thalia and she looked the 4 of them over. She said the two guys were the Brazilian equivalents of dirty old men for being out with such young women and she started to giggle. When I mentioned that at least one of the guys was going on the cruise I was going on she sat back in her chair and got a curious look on her face. I asked her what she was thinking about and she replied slowly and deliberately that she was wondering if they were taking the girls with them.

Like a bolt from the blue I could see the wheels suddenly working overtime behind those beautiful brown eyes. I had a feeling I know what she was thinking...and so was I

...to be continued

Sounds great. Cant wait to hear the rest of the story. I like where I think this is going. AZ

Well, at least we know that she's not a student and is a full-time garota da programma. You may want to post some pics to see if anyone recognizes her.

What are Androderm patches.

To answer the questions/comments above...

To this day I don't know for sure if she was a student or a garota da programma. One day I think she was one - the next I swear she was the other. She imposed a strict "no photo" condition insisting that pictures have a way of finding their way to the Internet and could interfere with her future career or a future long term marital relationship. I could see her point.

Androderm is a synthetic form of testosterone usually prescribed for "hypo-gonadism" or under production of natural testosterone. I had an abnormally low level of the natural stuff diagnosed back about 7 years ago and my doctor put me on the Androderm. It worked wonders. Restored my libido and functioning. Also made me stop listening to Barry Manilow records and going shopping. Only bad side effect was premature balding and I have to be monitored closely for elevated PSA levels. The patches are expensive but I can function like a 40 year old between it and Vitamin V.

Ecjuan,

She's not a student because, one, she wasn't in school in Sao Paulo but in Rio hooking. Also, the part about "money help" from the government. From what I've been told, if you graduate from secondary school and have the grades and test scores, you can go to a national university, which is free. If not, you can pay and go to a private university, and I don't think there is any government assistance for that.

She is a GdP because she took you to Copacabana. Also, the fact that she asked for R2,000 up front from you. And that her "cousin" the taxiesta is pimping for her. And that the fact that the day after she meets you she takes you to the apartment to meet her "mother".

Ecjuan,

She's not a student because, one, she wasn't in school in Sao Paulo but in Rio hooking. Also, the part about "money help" from the government. From what I've been told, if you graduate from secondary school and have the grades and test scores, you can go to a national university, which is free. If not, you can pay and go to a private university, and I don't think there is any government assistance for that.

She is a GdP because she took you to Copacabana. Also, the fact that she asked for R2,000 up front from you. And that her "cousin" the taxiesta is pimping for her. And that the fact that the day after she meets you she takes you to the apartment to meet her "mother" who has no problem with the fact that her "daughter" has latched onto a gringo old enough to be her grandfather, who will be paying for "school" for the upcoming semester.

All of this makes sense if she is a GdP and mom and her cousin run the business. If she's not, not one thing about them seems right.

Now, the fact that she's a GdP is fine by me, now we're back to how big of a scam you got yourself caught in. I await the details in your future posts

Geez Cat cut the guy some slack

She's getting paid for sex; she is by definition a GDP. Her taxista/pimp implied as much when he mentioned that she was freed up from her sugar daddies (aka clients of a GDP). Garotas who fuck guys for money, whether they are regulars (sugar daddies) or not (Ecjuan), are prostitutes.

Whatever, hope you had a good time. It's not the approach I would have taken, but it's your dime.

Sorry, just having DavidD memories from three summers ago. That guy did everything absolutely wrong but thought he did it right.

Besides, I left Rio two weeks ago and won't be back for another eleven days. I'm midway between withdrawal and going into prep mode for the next trip.

Cat, rub it in. Just there 2 weeks ago and you are going back in 11 days? I want your job. AZ