It was my first time in Brazil. Actually, my first time outside the United States. How did I end up there? Well, my friend Rick never stopped talking about it. His family had lived there for a few years when his father was transferred to a company branch. It’s a long story, but Brazil clearly left a mark on him.
'The beaches in Miami are just hotel pools compared to the ones in Brazil,' he’d always tell me.
He was so persistent that he actually sparked my curiosity. I ended up taking Portuguese classes at the university, and in the middle of all that, an opportunity popped up: a summer exchange program for Marine Biology in Southern Brazil. What did I know about the country? Haha, absolutely nothing.
I could write an entire book just about Brazil and all my impressions, but I’ll sum it up by saying my friend Rick was right: the beaches there absolutely humiliate the ones back home, haha!
I was sent to a university in Florianópolis. I landed at an airport surrounded by lush, green mountains. At first, I honestly thought I was in the Amazon, but they told me I was wrong. They said the Amazon is only in the North and that this was the Atlantic Forest. I asked what the difference was, and nobody could really give me a straight answer, but hey, I figured they knew their backyard better than I did.
It was all arranged: someone from the university was supposed to meet me at the airport. A girl named Débora. She and a couple of friends were standing there, holding a sign with my name on it.
I don’t know why, but whenever I thought of someone from South America, I always imagined a bronze-skinned, dark-haired Latina. But Débora? She looked more like she’d just stepped out of a village in Germany. So did her friends. Blonde hair, pale skin, and light eyes. It was my second shock in less than an hour.
Their English was clearly 'classroom-taught'; they had to think long and hard before speaking, and their brows furrowed every time I opened my mouth. They burst out laughing when I tried to show off the little bit of Portuguese I knew.
They dropped me off at my new home: a room in Casa do Estudante, the student housing. I wasn't sure if it was a house or a prison. To be honest, every house and building there had metal bars in front; some even had electric fences and barbed wire coiled along the top.
'It's because of the security, Marc,' Débora explained, noticing my staring. 'It can be very dangerous here.'
I didn’t know about that. We went out at night, walked everywhere, and I never saw a thing. But then again, I figured they knew their world better than I did.
They must have taken me across the entire island. Every weekend, we’d head to a different spot, and every single one was splendid. Did I mention the beaches yet?
The sand is white and fine, like talcum powder under your feet. And surrounding it all are these towering green hills, crisscrossed with trails that vanish into the thick, tangled forest. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen in Florida: raw, towering, and beautiful.
On one of those weekends, seven of us got together to go camping. We arrived early and set up our tents at a site right by the beach. The day was perfect, the kind of weather that makes you feel like anything could happen.
I realized I’ve talked a lot about the city and not enough about Débora. She was twenty-two back then, a blonde with wild curls and a smile that came easy. Despite our communication hurdles, the language of love is universal. I liked her from the moment I saw her, and within a few weeks, I was head over heels. She seemed to really like me too, but she’d already made it clear: she didn't want anything beyond friendship. Go figure!
But Débora isn't exactly an easy person. Everything has to go her way, or she turns into a beast. That morning, she picked a fight with everyone at the campsite. I had no idea what was going on because they were all shouting in Portuguese, and I only caught a few random words. I was the only one she didn't snap at.
After the blowout, she decided she was leaving right then and there. She turned to me, her eyes still fiery.
'Marc, I’m going. Come with me,' she said.
I didn't even blink. I just grabbed my gear and followed her.
She was furious, venting everything to me as she marched toward God-knows-where. I couldn’t understand half of what she was saying; her emotions made her scramble her languages, and she was speaking way too fast. Honestly, I’m not even sure she knew where we were going. She just kept walking and grumbling, and I... well, I followed her like a fool.
Before I knew it, we arrived at a different beach, packed with people. But the strangest thing was the sand. It felt like quicksand; every time you took a step, it swallowed your foot. It was so bizarre that it actually made her change the subject. She didn't know the place either, so she asked a guy selling coconuts. He told her it was Praia Mole.
Praia means beach, and Mole means soft. 'Soft Beach' definitely lived up to its name. Débora complained about the crowds, and the guy pointed toward the far corner of the shore. He said the next beach over was empty.
We walked a bit further until we spotted a small trail with a sign: 'Praia da Galheta right ahead.'
We cleared the trail and found a breathtaking beach. It was stunning! On one side, a massive wall of pinkish rocks stretched along the entire shoreline, and on the other, that dazzling, endless blue sea. We walked along the sand, mesmerized. The guy at the coconut stand was right; there were very few people there.
'Oh my God! I think that guy over there is naked!' Débora gasped.
It wasn't just one guy; there were three of them, actually. Débora, who had been leading the way with such bravado, suddenly ducked behind me, startled. For a second, we thought they were some kind of creeps or savages. But as they got closer, they didn't look threatening at all; honestly, they just looked like three gay guys enjoying the sun.
One of them looked at us and said something in Portuguese that I couldn't quite catch. Débora peeked out from behind my shoulder, exchanged a few words with them, and suddenly, everyone was laughing.
They kept walking their way, and once they were out of earshot, she turned to me with a grin.
'This is a nudist beach,' she said, laughing at her own reaction. 'I think we’d better head back.'
It’s hard to explain everything that raced through my mind the moment I realized where we were. I have to confess, I was thrilled. A beach where you could just be naked? That fit every fantasy I’d ever had about Brazil.
'Seriously? That’s cool. I’ve always wanted to be naked on a beach,' I said, testing the waters.
'No way. You are not doing that,' she shot back.
I don’t know if it was the heat or the adrenaline, but before I knew it, I’d already done it. I let my shorts drop to the sand.
'OH MY GOD, MARC! Put those back on right now!' she shrieked, covering her eyes but probably peeking through her fingers.
'What’s the big deal?' I asked, feeling a surge of confidence.
'The big deal is that I don’t want to be staring at your dick!'
'Why? It’s nothing you haven't seen before,' I teased. 'Unless you’re a virgin?'
'Put your shorts on! Now!'
'Okay, okay... they’re on...' I lied.
I hadn't put a thing back on.
'MARC! I'm serious!' she yelled, her face turning a deep shade of red
I’m not exactly proud of this, but by that point, we were almost like siblings. Luckily for me, her bikini was one of those with strings tied at the sides. While she had her back turned to avoid looking at my 'monument,' I pulled the strings and made a run for it with the bottom half of her bikini.
'AHHH!!! COME BACK HERE, MARC!! DAMN IT!' she screamed.
I scrambled up a high rock and stuffed her bikini and my shorts into a crevice way up top. She tried to climb up after me, but she got scared of the height and started yelling.
'MARC, PLEASE!!'
She called me a son of a bitch, among other things I’m sure were even worse in Portuguese. She was standing there, hands covering her pussy, looking around terrified that someone might see her like that.
'Only if you walk with me to the other side of the beach, naked,' I bargained.
'ARE YOU CRAZY?! I’M NOT DOING THAT!'
'Well, then... nothing I can do,' I said, leaning back.
The funny part was that she didn’t want to look up because she didn’t want to see my balls, but at the same time, she needed to see where I was.
'FINE! FINE, OKAY!' she finally snapped.
'Great. Now throw me the bikini top!'
She hesitated, but eventually, she pulled it off and tossed it up to me. She had to look at me, of course, to make sure her aim was right.
I knew she had nice breasts, but mamma mia! I must have stood there with a stupid look on my face for a full minute. I could tell she liked the reaction. She must have felt like the hottest girl on that beach. And honestly, she was, mostly because I didn't see another single girl in sight.
I have to do her justice: Débora is top-tier. Even if the beach had been packed with women, she easily could have been the most beautiful girl there.
I climbed down from the rock, and she took off ahead of me, face set in a frown, walking with long, determined strides as if to say: 'If we have to do this, let’s get it over with!' I didn’t mind at all, as the view was incredible either way. Even when she was mad, she had this gorgeous sway to her hips. She had a butt that could make a man's soul ache.
A few yards down, she stopped and waited for me. As soon as I caught up, she grabbed my hand firmly.
'What’s up?' I asked, surprised.
'Those guys over there are staring too much,' she muttered. 'It’s better if they think you’re my boyfriend.'
Heh! My dick grew a little at that piece of information. The worst part was that, being completely naked, there was absolutely no way to hide it. She saw it and turned bright red. I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, anger, or maybe, just maybe, a little bit of lust.
We kept walking hand in hand, and slowly, her mood started to lift. It’s impossible to stay grumpy on a beach like that. She started praising the scenery and even cracking jokes about her own reaction to the guys we’d seen earlier. She was back to being that sweet, charming girl I was head over heels for, even if the feeling wasn't supposed to be mutual.
At the far end of the beach, there were several massive black boulders, looking as if a giant had tossed them there at random. I helped her climb the tallest one. From the top, we could see the entire coastline, with the waves crashing against the rocks below. We sat down side by side, just taking in the view. The sun was about to set.
'This place is so beautiful, isn't it?' she whispered.
But the only beauty I cared about were those breasts I’d been stealing glances at for a while. I thought I was the only one staring, but then I caught her looking at my dick out of the corner of her eye. She realized she’d been caught and looked away, blushing.
'It’s okay,' I teased. 'You can look. I don’t mind.'
'Oh, I don't know...' she giggled.
'Go ahead. Take a good look.'
'Hehe, stop it!' she said, covering her mouth with her hand.
After a bit more prompting, she finally let her eyes linger and gave me a wicked little smile. God only knows what kind of dirty thoughts were racing through her head at that second.
She leaned in until her skin brushed against mine, and I wrapped an arm around her. I held her hip for a moment, but it didn't take long for my hand to find its way to her ass. She rested her hand on my thigh, absentmindedly playing with the hair on my legs.
'Do you think those guys are ever going to leave?' she asked.
There were still a few men on the beach who could see us. Technically, the whole beach could, but they were the closest.
'We could have sex once they leave, right?' she said, her voice dropping an octave.
Before I could even open my mouth, my dick gave me away. It went rock hard in a split second. She turned bright red, hand over her mouth again.
'Oh! I guess that’s a yes, then,' she giggled.
She was so damn cute like that. I reached for the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. She melted into it, her fingers tangling in my hair. I gripped her firmly and pulled her on top of me, making her straddle my lap. I didn't slide inside her yet; my cock was pinned between our bellies.
She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and that naughty smile. Right then, I felt something warm and wet sliding down my legs. She was so turned on that she was literally dripping onto me. At that point, we didn't give a damn if the whole world was watching.
Between one kiss and the next, I reached down and guided myself. She understood my intent instantly, lifting her hips just enough for me to find the entrance. She lowered her body slowly, making me feel every fraction of an inch as I pushed inside, opening the way for the rest.
Once I was fully seated inside her, she glanced back at the beach. The guys were still there. She looked torn, caught in that tight spot between raw lust and burning shame. At first, she tried to move up and down discreetly, trying to keep a low profile, but the pleasure started to take over.
Her movements grew deeper, her breathing heavier. The 'proper' German girl from the airport was gone, replaced by someone who didn't care about anything but the friction between us and the sound of the ocean crashing below.
Soon enough, her shame vanished completely. She wasn’t just moving up and down anymore; she was grinding against me, her soft skin slick with sweat. Those peaked nipples didn't lie, she was gone, lost in it. But my mind was already racing toward the next step.
'You know... you could suck it for a bit, couldn't you?' I whispered.
She stopped moving, looked at me, and gave me a crooked little smirk.
'Men...' she sighed, though her eyes were sparkling.
She moved to the front and positioned herself on all fours to take me into her mouth. I swear, you couldn't imagine a better view if you tried. While her mouth was buried deep on my cock, I had the full view of her back arching up toward that heart-shaped ass. And right behind her, the endless sea and the burning glow of the sunset. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
She wasn't shy about it, not at all. She gave me an incredible blowjob. I couldn't help myself; I reached out and gave that perfect ass a solid slap.
She looked up, and for a second I thought she was going to curse me out, but she didn't. She just sat in front of me, breasts on full display, spread her legs, and said, 'Your turn...'
Her pussy had these light, golden hairs, and I was speechless at the beauty of it. I could still see the trails where she’d been dripping earlier, which only fired me up more. I lay face down on the rock and started tasting her. She was sweaty, wet, and raw. I could feel her clitoris growing hard under my tongue, and she started moaning instantly.
I worked my way up her body, kissing her navel, then her breasts, and when I reached her face, I managed to slide back inside her in one smooth motion.
'Oh! Wow!' she gasped.
She was so lubricated that I could barely feel the friction as I pushed deep. I started thrusting harder and faster, trying to catch that sensation, but she was the one truly lost in it. Her mouth was open, cheeks flushed pink, her fingers digging into my arms as she neared the edge. Seeing her face like that, a mix of pleasure and intensity under the setting sun—was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
'Wait... Marc... darling... stop, stop! Please!'
'What’s wrong?' I asked, breathless.
'This rock is killing my back. Let's change positions.'
'Of course.'
I backed off and watched her flip over, getting on all fours with her ass pointed right at me. I’d never seen anything so perfect. Her pussy looked like a peach, those golden hairs glowing in the sunlight. Her little sun-kissed hole looked so tight and untouched.
'What are you waiting for? I'm ready! Marcelo!' she called out, wiggling her hips to get my attention.
I couldn't help it. I leaned in and tried to dive headfirst into her ass.
'HEY! WAIT!' she shrieked. She grabbed my cock and guided it firmly back into her pussy. Well, what can you do? I went with it.
She was moaning so loud now. Maybe it was the nature, the lack of moral chains, or just the island magic. But no matter how loud she got, the waves crashing against the rocks below were louder.
Then, I saw something I’d only ever seen in movies. She started gushing, a spray of fluid soaking me completely. I pulled out for a second and it just kept coming! I’d never made a woman come like that. I felt like the hottest man on the island. Just the thought of it sent me over the edge. I came so hard the jet probably flew over her head and landed in the ocean.
'Damn, Marc... that was one hell of a finish!' she laughed, breathless. 'Holy shit!'
I sat down behind her, and she leaned back against my chest, nesting between my legs. I could feel our hearts beating in sync, fast and heavy. We were both dazed, soaked in sweat and salt. Man, I miss that day
'We need to head back before it gets pitch black,' I said, 'or I’ll never find where I hid our clothes.'
'Hahahaha! Can you imagine us walking out onto the main street totally naked?' she joked.
'Actually, that would be amazing!'
'Shut up! Hahaha! Knowing how crazy you are, you’d probably lie and say you couldn't find them just to make it happen.'
'Not a bad idea...' I winked.
She was happy. You could see it in every inch of her. We scrambled down from the rocks and took a final dip in the ocean to rinse off the salt and sweat. She started splashing water in my face, and I splashed her back. We were like two kids, chasing each other through the surf and laughing uncontrollably.
By the time we finally made it back to Praia Mole, the stars were out.
'Ready to head back to the campsite?' she asked, looking at me with a softness I hadn't seen before.
'You bet. Let’s go.'
One thing is for sure: she made peace with everyone at the camp that night and didn't pick another fight for the rest of the summer. We had the time of our lives.
Man... I really miss Brazil.
