I take a deep breath of the heated air of Rio de Janeiro, the bustling capital of the tropical nation of Brazil. I've just exited the plane I came with, and I'm quite excited to get this vacation started. Every detail has been planned out, well, almost every detail. Okay, at least the hotel is booked. My baggage arrives, and I take it off the moving track, jostling with the other tourists and assorted airplane passengers, each one eager to get away from the crowded airport. It's not much, really, just a single trunk, but it should last me the entire vacation, and I can always buy more stuff. That lottery ticket was a stroke of huge luck, and I got a good feeling about Brazil too.
A huge number of taxi's are waiting outside the airport, the drivers looking out attentively for poor shmucks they can fleece on a ride to whatever hotel they need to get to. I pick one at random, and get in, saying the name of the hotel. I'm not sure the driver actually speaks english, but he nods and starts the car, driving at breakneck speeds through the tight traffic of Rio de Janeiro, and indeed takes me right where I wanted to go. Plaza de Gostosa. I have no idea what the name means, but on their website, they advertized a beachside hotel with an excellent view. It was pricey, but I can afford it easily now, and the idea of being able to ogle the swimsuit beauties of Brazilian beaches appeals greatly to me. I drag my trunk of stuff into the hotel, where a gorgeous concierge greets me. Her tight crimson uniform does little to hide her ample curves, and a smile lights up her exotic face, highlighting her caramel skin and sparkling almond eyes.
"Welcome to Plaza de Gostosa, señor," she purrs in a heavy Portuegese accent, her voice low and naturally husky as she bows lightly. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Indeed I do! Alex Watson is the name!" I smile at her. She fishes a tablet out from somewhere, and begins tapping at it, smiling at me the whole while, with brilliantly white teeth. Goddamn, what a babe. I wouldn't mind seeing her in a bikini.
"Ah yes. Here we are, señor Watson. If you wait just a moment, I shall fetch your room key."
The concierge walks away with a smile, and I can't help but stare at her softly swaying hips. She's got a hell of an ass hidden inside that tight carmine skirt. Soon, she returns, handing me my keycard for the room with another dazzling smile.
"Here you go, señor Watson. Here at Plaza de Gostosa, all guests will be treated to a lavish suite of their choice, including access to our beach, which you'll be allowed to enjoy from dawn till dusk. Our service staff will see to any other desires you might have, be they meals or entertainment. Do you have anything else you'd like me to arrange?"
She knows what she's asking. I give her my best smile back. "Not just yet, señora, but perhaps some company later would be nice. Maybe a tour of the hotel? I would love to see... more," I say, my own innuendo equally clear. God, those tits... Those perfect titties. They're almost big enough to fill up a man's head with pleasure. A soft chuckle from her lips makes me wonder if maybe, perhaps there could be a bit of reciprocation.
The buxom concierge beams, her hands reaching towards me, and I can smell her perfume mixed with a natural fragrance I can't pin down.
"...I understand completely. Just call this number when ready, I am here for your service." And she gives me a kiss full on the mouth while slipping a card into the front pocket of my shirt. Damn! "Ask for Lúcia," she murmurs in my ear. I'm surprised I didn't pass out, I can still taste her on my lip as she steps away, leaving me staring at her ample ass. She smiles over one shoulder, sauntering gracefully to the reception desk, already turning to check something off on a computer. The entire time I stand there stunned, my hand involuntarily clenching around the hilt of my hard-on. My cock is throbbing inside my pants, the wet tip pressing through the thin fabric, making me shiver at how good the sensation is making me feel. And that was just a surprise kiss. With effort, I tear my eyes away from the vision of Brazilian beauty, and head towards the elevators, to check out my hotel suite.
"Welcome to the beautiful Plaza de Gostosa," greets an elegant young woman who's dressed in the same crimson attire as the stunning concierge hostess. She smiles broadly at me, her accent a mixture of Portuguese and Italian tones as thick and smooth as chocolate. "Please sign this electronic keypad for access to your suite, señor. It also contains all the details you require, as well as contact information for your personal service staff should you have further.. needs. Do you have anything else that will arrive later?" she inquires politely.
She's just as gorgeous as the concierge, it seems the staff of this hotel is selected for attractiveness as much as skill, though they seem perfectly professional as well. I take the keypad from her, and press my thumb against the indicated area before returning it to her. She smiles at me, flashing her perfect teeth as she takes it.
"Thank you, señor. If you would follow me, I shall guide you to your suite," she says and bows before turning and walking ahead, hips swiveling in sensual movements that remind me of her sultry colleague, though with a touch more attitude. The young woman has quite large tits under her dress, bouncing with every step she takes, her ample buttocks rolling gently beneath it in response. Damn. Her skirt flares a bit at the hip as she turns the corner, revealing even fuller curves that tempt my eye to peek at their luscious valleys. She must know where my gaze rests, because I'm met with an expectant look over her shoulder, her smile growing as my stare lingers too long on those jiggly mounds. Her lips form another soft laugh. Damn her and damn me.
"This way, señor." I can hear her playful voice echo softly in my ears.
We enter an elevator together, the woman flashing a keycard of her own before pressing a button for the tenth floor.
"My name is Inez, and I will be your personal attendant for your stay here at the Plaza de Gostosa, señor. Do not hesitate to ask me for anything you require. Anything." The bodacious babe licks her crimson lips, as if daring me to take her right there in the elevator. But despite my straining erection, I hold myself off until the doors open smoothly, allowing us to exit on the tenth floor. Completely professional, Inez leads me out into the hallway, pausing outside of a double door marked 105.
"This way." The young woman beckons me towards the suite, and slides open the doors to allow me entrance into a plush room, all done up with a deep crimson décor. There are several large, comfortable-looking sofas set up on the wide balcony of the apartment, each facing onto an outdoor seating lounge. To my immediate right, there's a large window offering spectacular panoramic views over a small cove, complete with tropical trees and flowers in full bloom, the ocean sparkling far below. On one side of the living room stands a massive king size bed, covered with a dark crimson quilt. At its centre rests a table of matching red glass.
"If you will be seated here, please make yourself comfortable while I prepare refreshments," says the sexy latina as regains my attention, her voluptuous bottom swinging hypnotically behind her as she saunters to an open cupboard.
"Oh, uh... Thank you, Inez. That would be lovely," I answer and sit in the chair she indicated for me, by the glass table in the center of the room.
As the buxom girl bends over, I am given a view of her ass, the firm roundness spilling through her crimson skirt with ease. My cock throbs at my trousers.
Inez roots through the cupboard for a moment, before retrieving a single glass and a bottle of some kind of fruity drink, before she proceeds to mix it with another flask and some ice, move like an expert bartender. Not only is she gorgeous, she appears to be quite talented as well. Once the drink is done, she places it on a tray and turn to me, flashing a pearly white smile as she carries the cool drink towards me, each step making her magnificent melons jiggle seductively within the confines of her tight carmine dress. God damn.
With a light clink, she sets the cocktail glass down next to me.
When she bends over, I get a glorious view down the cleavage of her hotel uniform, her firm breasts forming a deep, inviting valley inside the crimson outfit.
"A local specialty, señor. It is quite refreshing after a long flight," she says with a knowing smile and stands back, folding her hands together in front of her.
"None for you?" I ask her, taking the glass and sniffing at the drink. It smells delicious.
"I am your attendant, señor. I am here to serve your needs, not my own," she says, maintaining her ivory smile. I shrug and taste the drink. It is indeed delicious, Inez knows her stuff, clearly. "Will there be anything else, señor?" she asks, batting her eyelashes at me seductively. The staff at the Plaza de Gostosa has been... flirty, to say the least so far, and I wonder if they truly will do anything I ask of them. Or are these two professional? They certainly appear to know what they're doing, I have a feeling this might be an expensive lesson for my wallet. Maybe a night of hot sex with either Lúcia or Inez later on in the trip would not go amiss, I decide with amusement.
"No, that will be all for now, Inez. I will call the front desk if I require anything," I say as I sip on the drink and enjoy the excellent view, both out the window and standing by my chair.
"Yes, señor. Please do not hesitate to call upon the hotel staff if you desire anything. The facilities are free for you to use, any areas off limits are clearly marked so," replies the buxom brunette with a soft laugh. With a last curtsey she heads for the double doors and slides them open, stepping out and bowing again before closing them, leaving me alone in the suite for the moment.
I finish of the delicious drink, I should have asked for the name, before I get to unpacking my suitcase. Towels, swim trunks, t-shirts and the like. I didn't really pack all that much, I figured I could get anything I needed here in Rio. Once done, I lie back on one of the large couches to take in my first sight of my surroundings from above, watching the world go by below the balcony as the city of lights twinkles on and off around the darkened ocean waters and palm trees swaying languidly in the evening breeze, the warm tropical scent mixing deliciously with the salt sea air. It seems the view out my balcony isn't too bad, the suite's large, and the hotel staff is efficient and polite, so maybe it is an alright place after all, despite its high prices. There is something oddly comforting about knowing there's several gorgeous ladies nearby, willing to service me at the flick of a switch. I suppose it is one way of relaxing while travelling. I've got a lot of thinking to do, I'm looking to spend some time relaxing here in this beautiful, sunlit place.
I settle back into my armchair, taking another gulp of the exotic cocktail, looking down at the beach. It's far, but I can make out several people down there, darkly tanned women frolicking about in, from what I can tell, very skimpy bikinis. The thought sends my cock throbbing against the leg of the chair in response, and for a second my gaze follows those sexy, tan curves, admiring how much cleavage the women have between them as their asses shake, bouncing with a bit more abandon with each step, as if to entice passers-by.
It takes a few moments before I snap myself back into the moment. Fuck it! I'm here on vacation! Ogling beach babes is allowed!
The idea of being down on a beach surrounded only by bikini clad beauties is quite an attractive prospect, but my dick isn't happy at being restrained as it strains against my shorts. I set the drink aside, and lift my butt up so I can pull it free, and softly stroke myself, watching the beautiful brown babes laugh as they lounge about on the beach far down below. My hand reaches for the hem, sliding my fingers beneath it and rubbing along my cock slowly until I reach full mast. I suddenly realize that I don't have to do this on my own. I pause, and think about who to call, Inez or Lúcia? In my mind, I compare the two Brazilian beauties, the statuesque Lúcia versus the firecracker Inez, and as I lift the room phone to call the front desk, I make my decision.