Maggie’s adventures exploring her sexuality in Brazil
As sheturned the corner back into the hotel lobby she cameface to face with her mysterious red headed friend.
“Good morning,” he leaned towards her and kissed her onthe cheek. Maggie was flustered. She blushed as shestarted to gabble about the weather, how she was goingto the beach, would he like to join her? It all came outof her mouth in one long stream. Seeing him standing infront of her in the ordinariness of the hotel receptionwas disconcerting.
Maggie moved to the concierge desk and borrowed a pen.She opened her notebook, wrote down a single word;Guaruja, then tore out the page and handed it to him. Hepocketed the paper and smiled his goodbye.
As she watched him enter the lift it occurred to Maggiethat she still didn’t know his name.
“Wait!,” she called as she moved quickly to the lift butit was too late, the door had closed.
Maggie clarified directions to the bus station with theconcierge and made her way back to her hotel room tograb a bag with some things for the day. She changedinto a multi coloured bikini and pulled a white sundressover the top. Her hair was getting lighter. Bleached afairer honey colour from the sun. Maggie attempted totie it up into a neater style.
Anna’s husband had joined in. Shecould recall vividly the feeling of his beautiful cockspreading her lips as she slid down on him.
Maggie’s pussy involuntarily moistened. It had been anincredible experience.
“Right, you horny bitch,” Maggie said to herself in themirror. “Let’s go out and have some more fun.”
As Maggie made her way to the lobby she suddenly had athought; recalling last night, she wondered whether Annaand Felipe would be free to come to the beach too.Felipe would probably be working but you never know.
leep when Maggie had made herexit a few hours earlier.
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