Rendezvous: A short erotic story

Perri Forrest

Copyright 2013 by Perri Forrest

Smashwords Edition

RENDEZVOUS

by Perri Forrest

I

I have loved limousine rides since my very first one – prom night, 10 years ago. There’s just
something so leisurely about being able to relax, be hands-free, and let another drive to said
destination. Removes all pressures of the road. This morning’s limo ride to San Francisco
International Airport is pleasantly erotic. I am definitely relaxed. My hands are free…free to
clutch the leather above my head as I get the ride of champions from my live-in lover, Robert.

With his stellar performance, he might just get a frequent thought as I play the nights away in
Rio de Janeiro.

When Robert and I met, some three years ago, I told him that one of my fantasies was to get
fucked in a moving object…airplane, car, bus, train, as long as it was in transit. He obliged me
on our first date night, and more than a few limousine and Amtrak rides in between. The man
gives a whole new meaning to “riding in style.” I always joke with him that while he wasn’t my
“first,” we do share a first – giving me the gift of all gifts by fulfilling a fantasy I’d had since I
began thinking about penis.

He is a skilled and thoughtful lover; there is no denying that fact. If for no other reason, it is The
One I will keep him around for. Shit, don’t judge me, good sex is extremely difficult to find.

Always the pleaser, he certainly has consistency – and girth, might I add – on his side. I’m
thanking the gods for Bay Bridge traffic! Normally, I’m cursing the road minions who seem to
think cruise control and the all too frequent use of brake lights is the way to drive. Today,
however, there are no complaints from me. I’m winning. There’s no better preparation for a long
flight than multiple orgasms; makes for instant relaxation. The final thrust that pinned my clitoris
firmly beneath its hood sent me shivering, weak-limbed, and ready for a nap.

He slowly withdraws while planting kisses in several places on my face, and neck.

“Thank you, Play Date.” It’s my pet name for him. “That was wonderful. You make such magic,
baby.”

“And you make it easy,” he responds. “I love fucking you,” he says while zipping his pants.

And there it is – mood assassination.

We pull into a parking space behind a procession of cars as I’m fixing my clothes and re-
applying my lip gloss. Rasheed, our driver, emerges and opens the door to allow me out, a
knowing look on his face. He’s no dummy. Even with the music turned up, and the privacy glass
secured in place, he’s sure to know what happens in that backseat. He’s chauffeured us on
countless trips. Smiles are exchanged between the two of us. A final turn to Robert to blow him a
kiss, and a “Miss you already, baby.”

*****

Robert can only wish. She never even calls when she takes off to Brazil. He suspects there’s
more to the across-the-world travels, but never questions it because it was a tradition in place
long before he came into the picture. If there is anything for him to know, it will reveal itself in
due time and if it is something that requires attention, he will deal with it then. For now, the fact
that she returns, to him, is enough.

“Me too, you.” He says as she walks away.

II

A New York layover, and many hours later, sheer excitement sets in when the blonde-haired
stewardess announces over the intercom that we are descending over Rio.

“Thank you for flying United Airlines. Welcome to Brazil, we hope you enjoyed your flight. The
weather is beautiful and Carnival is in full swing! As you can imagine there will be lots of
activity so be safe and enjoy. We hope to see you again soon.”

There are two people I cannot wait to see – Valentina, and my best friend since childhood,
Natalia. It was through her, that I came to know Valentina. The two of them have been such a
huge part of my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Natalia, I met when my family and I used to make our annual trips to Brazil for Carnival. We
became quick friends, keeping in touch even when I would return to the States. Our phone bills
used to be insane. Now, however, with new technology – Facebook, Skype, and good ol’ text
messaging, it’s like we never part.

When my family traded Brazil for retirement and a new home in Montclair, my father arranged it
so that I could still travel to Brazil as a guest in the home of Natalia and her family. It was the
perfect experience for a girl just getting to know the world on her own.

The year we both turned twenty, Natalia confided in me that she was worked for a woman by the
name of Valentina and extended an offer to accompany her to her place of employment, Belo
Paraíso. With a smile on her pretty face, she said, “Manter uma mente aberta, Gabriella.” Uh

oh…keep an open mind she tells me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I obliged and was
pleasantly surprised.

The day I went to Belo Paraíso is forever engrained in my memory. I had no idea that places of
that nature existed. I was in awe. This trip marks my sixth year returning, and I love it!

III

Belo Paraíso – Beautiful Paradise, is a beautiful resort sitting near the coast of Bahia. It boasts
three floors of beautifully structured architecture; with 25 suites, spanned across several acres of
land. It goes unnoticed from a street perspective to maintain privacy, and exclusivity.

There is an endless lap pool, and an 18-hole golf course, with all the amenities of the office for
the man that simply can’t leave the hustle behind. Panoramic views, and a plethora of other
amenities.

The resort features an open area of interconnected networks that includes a horizontal pergola. It
is truly a unique structure, one of a kind. Thirteen months, a lot of thought, and detail, went into
the construction, and design of this palace. On the inside, there is a restaurant that serves cuisine
from around the world, an indoor swimming pool, with sauna, and suites beautifully designed to
keep you in – if you want to stay in, that is. All that anyone could need is onsite. If that was the
sole intent…mission accomplished.

Pulling up to the grounds, guests are immediately greeted by 6’6”, 260 lbs of
masculinity…“Paulo the Man”, as we affectionately call him. Just one of many valuable assets
Valentina inherited when her husband, Dionisio, passed away.

Once Paulo authorizes entry, several yards ahead awaits a 15-stair entrance to the handsomely
staffed concierge standing by to cater to the needs of the arriving guests. Carnival, and the
summer months immediately before, are the busiest times of year for the resort.

IV

Upon arrival, and getting settled into my suite, I meet Valentina and Natalia near the pool for a
small lunch and catch up time. It’s been a year since I last saw them, and while we are mostly
caught up with current, and personal affairs, there is never a shortage of girl talk.

Screams and hugs are in abundance.

We go over it all: Has Robert become suspicious yet with my annual departing? Do I plan to
settle down with him? Do I ever feel guilty about lying to him when I come here? I answer a
solid “No” to them all. If he is suspicious, he’s never said anything to me. Settling down with
him is not something I am interested in yet – if at all – and feeling guilty? Absolutely not. He
should be happy that I have this outlet because without it, he may not have lasted as long as he
has. This trip provides just the break I need.

We talk about Natalia’s dreams of finding the perfect American to take her back home with him
and in Beyonce’s words, “Put a ring on it.” She is the ultimate, hopeless romantic if ever there
was one. I must admit I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet. The girl is beautiful. Striking red hair
that sits mid-back, olive toned complexion with mesmerizing green eyes, and a nice svelte figure
to complete the package.

“Your time is coming,” Valentina tells her. “Once you stop looking, he will surely find you.
When you go looking, you find trouble. That is something none of us need.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m looking, necessarily – ”

“Sure you are,” I interject. We all laugh.

“Excited about tonight?” Valentina asks.

“I’m ecstatic…but then again, I always am.” I tell her.

“What she said,” Natalia responds.

“Well, I think both of you will be satisfied with what I have for you.”

Natalia and I exchange wide-eyed looks, and almost simultaneously, “When aren’t we?”
Laughter erupts.

“I can’t speak for Gabriella, but I stopped questioning a long time ago, Valentina. I already know
you got my back. My front and my back,” she says, playfully batting her eyelashes.

“You are sooooo bad!” Valentina jokes.

With promises to catch up later, we finish our meals, and head off to get dressed for tonight’s
reception.

V

Back in my suite, I take a moment to check e-mail. After emailing my parents to let them know
that I’d arrived safely, I returned to my inbox to read the message from Robert:

Hey Gabby,

I just finished jacking off thinking about you…

What the hell? Who does that? Does he think that’s a turn on? I probably have myself to blame.
I’ve told him in the past that he needed to be more vocal sexually, and he’s just taken that to a
whole other level. This shit, is NOT sexy. Repeat. Is NOT sexy.

…and that ride to the airport. I miss you and can’t wait to see you in two weeks…

Okay, he’s somewhat redeeming himself here, but geez! As explosive as our sex is, a girl likes to
be sweet-talked. At least this girl does – most of the time, anyway.

…I was thinking that if you’re up to it when you get home, we can drive up to Monterey for the
weekend. I don’t know how cold it will be, but there’s plenty to do indoors, if you know what I
mean. Lol.

Let me know you made it safe.

After replying, “

made it

”, and logging out, I headed to the closet to take the royal blue, one-

shoulder, jumpsuit out of the closet. When I saw this outfit in the story I knew immediately that I
had to have it for this trip. It will look beautiful with the platinum link drop earrings, bangle
bracelet to match, and red stilettos to complete the ensemble. “Showtime.” I smile to myself.

Later that night

“Good evening, Gentlemen. I hope you’re feeling good tonight, that you had nice, comfortable,
flights in, and have settled comfortably into your quarters. I don’t plan to keep you long. I’m sure
you’re eager to begin interacting and relaxing. I wanted to officially welcome you to Belo
Paraíso. I’ve spoken to you over the past few months, as we laid out logistics for your stay, so it
is very exciting to finally meet you in person.

“As I’m sure you know, my name is Valentina, and I am the executive hostess. I am so very
pleased that you chose to visit. You are here because you came highly recommended, and with
top-notch references. We are a professional establishment and stick firmly to a confidentiality
clause that 100% ensures your privacy. If you feel at any point that has been compromised,
please do not hesitate to contact.

“Our goal is for you to have a memorable – if not the most memorable time of your life while
you’re here. However we rank,” she says with a dazzling smile, “what is guaranteed is that you
will be thoroughly satisfied at the end. I know that you could have chosen to relax anywhere in
the world, and you chose us. We appreciate you.

“I don’t know how many of you have been to Brazil for Carnival before now, but there are many
festivities that happen over the course of the next two weeks. You are free to request
transportation to any of those activities – some of which, a few of the ladies participate in. You
are also welcome to remain indoors with your hostess and enjoy all that we have to offer inside.”
She clears her throat. “I’m sure you will be taking me up on that offer.”

A round of applause.

VI

I love Valentina. She is the epitome of a sophisticated woman that has it all together. With her
fitted red evening dress, flawless jet black chignon, nicely pulled back from her evenly golden-
toned face, diamonds adorning her wrists, neck, and ears, she looks like every bit of the
millionaire that she is. Graceful. Elegant. Beautiful.

At 41, she has a life that dreams are made of. A beautiful Brasileira born to an architect father,
and an educator mother. When her father moved to America to partner with a friend in an
architectural firm, her mother accompanied him. Old enough, at 18, to be on her own, she made
the decision to remain in the only home she’d ever known.

Just one day after her twentieth birthday she met Dionisio, a business man twenty-nine years her
senior, who turned out to be the love of her life. Her parents weren’t pleased. After all, Dionisio
was only two years younger than her father. Valentina didn’t care as she felt it was a love that
couldn’t be denied, nor matched. Dionisio, she told me, walked up to her as she stepped out of a
café. He was dressed casually in a white cotton shirt and khakis, and had the most beautiful mane
of wavy hair sitting atop his head, looking much younger than his 49 years.

He addressed her in both Portuguese and English, saying, “Bom Dia, Bella. Of course not right
now, but in the very near future, I could see you as my wife.” The rest was history. She talked of
how she never once saw age with Dionisio because their souls connected on something so much
more potent and that prevented her thoughts from venturing anywhere else. It was fate.

Valentina’s first clientele consisted of Dionisio’s colleagues. The resort was the brainchild of the
both of them. They realized one day while awaiting Dionisio’s flight for yet another business
trip, that it would be nice for businessmen to have a place to go in between major deals, mergers,
and acquisitions, to clear their heads – away from the hustle and bustle of “real life.” Belo
Paraíso was born of that idea.

After Dionisio passed away, Valentina took a new business partner in his best friend, Alexio,
who’d promised he would be around to look after her. He kept true to his word. In all my
interactions with the two of them together, it is very easy to see that Alexio loves Valentina, but

her loyalty to Dionisio keeps her from succumbing to the temptation that I know she feels as
well. I don’t want to pry because as close as we are, she is very tightlipped about her love life.

No intrusion from me, I will just stay in a friend’s place and support her on living life the way
she sees fit.

VII

When the introduction concluded, Valentina invited questions from her guests. I suspect they
were all pretty eager to get things moving along, so there were none that arose. She commenced
to replacing the microphone on its base, as her guests applauded.

“Without further adieu, I introduce to you, your beautiful hostesses – Gabriella, Lili, Natalia,
Valéria, Eva, and Bella. They are beauty, brains, and talent, and ready to meet all your needs.”

Lili and Valéria, identical twins from Miami met Valentina as she vacationed one year. Both
were aspiring models with a couple of Latina magazine covers and a few rap videos to their
credit, who always dreamed of travelling to Brazil. They were all too happy when Valentina
proposed that they move to Brazil – all expenses paid. They are a part of the few with the resort
all year around. Eva, and Bella, best friends from Rio, had done a few of the circuits around Säo
Paolo entertaining foreign visitors, and Natalia was “recruited” directly from Carnival.

Looking at her roster of beauties, it’s easy to see that she selects with much care.

“Ladies please step forward and claim your men!”

Each girl’s name was placed next to their guest’s on a placard at designated booths. Each booth
had been set up with candles, the lights were dim, and soft jazz was playing through a state of the
art sound system, poised throughout the lounge area.

As I move toward the table with my name on it, and where my guest is waiting, I slow my tracks.
He’s standing next to the table, holding a single white rose in his hand. The closer I get to him,
the faster my heart pounds. Of course it’s nerves. I don’t know about the other girls, but for me,
there’s always a little bit of anxiety during these initial meetings because although Valentina has
screened them, they are new to us. After all this time, I still get nervy about it all. This time is no
different. Nerves abound.

6’2. Fair-skinned. Athletic build. Beautiful. Just my type…if I ever did have a type. The one
desire with these encounters is for the individual to be someone you wouldn’t mind spending
time with. Someone you wouldn’t mind waking up next to. Someone easy on the eyes. Basically,
nicely packaged. He’s that. I’m taking him in and the whole time thinking, “This isn’t
happening.” But it IS. He takes a few steps in my direction to meet me half way. Heart pounding
out my chest.

What do I do?

The smile greets me. Instinctively, I search for signs of a bulge pressed against the front of his
pants, and it’s definitely there. Just the way I remember. Chills spread through my body

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the

familiarity of it…of him.

He’s looking right into my eyes, rose in hand, and leans forward for a light kiss on the cheek. I’m
speechless. What’s happening right now? I casually glance around for Valentina because surely,
there’s an explanation, or maybe Ashton Kutcher is going to come running from the kitchen
telling me I’ve been Punked!

Reciprocating the smile he is wearing, I open my mouth to speak, “Thank you for the rose, it’s
very pretty.” The moment is awkward – for me at least. Yet, I keep the smile even as he gestures
for me to take a seat in the booth before taking his seat across from me.

Not really knowing what to do with my hands, I nervously place the rose on the tabletop and
quickly remove them from view to fidget with the bracelet around my left wrist.

“Valentina told me that I would be extremely pleased with who she chose for me and she
couldn’t have been more correct. You are everything I remember,” he says.

Silence has overcome me in the moment.

He’s looking through me. It’s as if he is trying to get a reading on where my head is. Or, maybe
it’s me who is looking through him. I don’t know at this point. I do know a drink is in order.
Something straight, perhaps. No fruity shit today. My mind is in overdrive trying to make sense
of this situation, and why, of all the places in the world, it would be here, with him. Baffling, is
an understatement.

Whatever the case, he’s now my client, and I need to kick into gear and out of awkward silence.
Business is business.

A few minutes in, making her rounds, Valentina arrives at our table. She has excitement all over
her. She loves what she does and I don’t blame her. People are happy, business is thriving. Can’t
ask for much more. She looks from me to my guest, and with a smile, she says, “Hello, Mr.
Augustine – ”

He interrupts, “Please, Valentina. I’m crashing your party…Ken is fine. Besides, I think you
know enough about my life, my business, to earn an honorary pass to first name basis.”

We can’t help laughing. It’s a fact. She digs deep into their lives.

“You have a point, Ken. It’s so nice to meet you in person. Thank you for joining us this year. So
glad you came.” She gives me a look that lets me know she’s aware something is pending. “You
two look stunning together, looks like a good match of beauty here, that’s for sure.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Valentina,” he replies. “You said you’d make a choice I would
be sure to love, and I must say, you were absolutely right.” He turns to me, and with emphasis,
he repeats, “absolutely right.”

Valentina smiled, and extended well wishes for the evening, blew me an air kiss, and quickly
departed.

VIII

After taking a sip of my appletini, I ask, “So, Ken…why didn’t you mention to Valentina that we
know each other?” I’m asking that under the assumption, and with much hope, that she doesn’t
already know. That’s not something she would deliberately partake in, and keep it from me.
That much I know for certain.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorts, with a slight chuckle. “But I won’t. It’s probably
best that we make this moment, its own. Agreed?”

“You’re right,” I agree.

“Can I just say that you are breathtaking?”

“Wow. Thank you. You’re something like breathtaking yourself.”

When we were a couple and people saw us out, it wasn’t uncommon for us to get the attention of
onlookers with compliments of how good we looked together.

“I love the cut,” he continues. “When did you start wearing your hair short? Got the whole Halle
Berry thing going on. It’s sexy. It fits. Puts a lot of emphasis on your high cheekbones.”

Even though the conversation is going well, and we both agreed to let this moment be its own, I
can’t help wondering why he hasn’t made a single reference to our past together. The fact that he
hasn’t inquired as to what I’m doing here…in a place like this, has me wondering if he’s already
passed judgment. I’m in my own head right now. Trying hard to shake it but unable to do so.
Partnering with him may not be such a good idea. Too much history. I wonder if he thinks of me
as a whore. Even though he had to pay a very pretty penny to be here, so clearly not a cheap one
if indeed I am.

Damn. Something has to give because for two weeks, I have this man in my space.

“Thank you,” I tell him as I playfully turn my head side to side for a full view. “I’ve been
wearing my hair short for about two years now. It’s easy-breezy, just the way I need it to be. On
the go too much to have to deal with the task that long hair brings. I can run my fingers through
it and be on my way.” He smiles.

He gets quiet briefly, circling the brim of his Caipirinha-filled glass.

“Is this at all awkward for you?” he asks.

Wow! Finally, an acknowledgement!

“Not at all,” I lie. “Is it for you?”

“No. I’m too busy being pleasantly surprised,” he offers with a smile. “Forgive me, I had to ask.”

“No worries, Ken…at all.”

With my drinks finally taking effect, I begin to relax. Getting past this initial phase is all I’m
striving for. I can do the rest – at least I would like to think so. Time will tell. Looking over at
him, I’m reminded of how proud I used to be as his plus one. He’s got something “Taylor
Kinney” about him that makes him undeniably…irresistible.

I’m feeling some kind of way about having his honey comb in my golden hideout. I want to
show him how much I’ve matured from the 16-year-old girl he used to dick down in the
afternoons while our parents were at work…while we were supposed to be at school. My
Delilah, to his Vanilla Cucumber…or “Q”, as I used to call it.

The shy walls are coming down.

“Did you get all settled into your suite already?” Now, my finger is circling the top of his hand.
Flirting. Nerves dissipated. “I’m asking because I wanted to know if you’d like to show me
around. Or, I could show you around my dwellings. We are right next to each other, you know?
For ease of access.”

“Ease of access, huh?” he says, grinning. “Is that literally or figuratively?” he playfully asks.

IX

Back at his suite, yet not quite through the door, we are at each other hungrily, tongues
intertwined, taking each other in. I can taste the lime on his breath – bitter, yet sweet. Clothes are
peeling off around us. There are four forces at work here in this room…him, me, and both our
bodies screaming to become one.

Against the now closed door, I can feel his manhood nestled against my newly-waxed mound.
Juices summoned, and beginning a slow escape down my inner thigh. Breathing is heavy…
anxious. He takes an available finger and enters my wetness stroking back and forth caressing
my throbbing lips. Soon after, with my legs wrapped around his waist, he carries me to the bed.
No sooner than he lays me down, legs still in position, his eager cock enters the territory it once
called home. That first penetration. Yes! It is as though he never left. With every stroke, the
memories come flooding back.

His hands touch my body with experienced navigation. Our bodies moving in sync, to the same
rhythm. My eyes are closed as to experience the ecstasy in its entirety. From my head to my
fingertips, to the heels of my feet, I can feel this man.

Prolonging the inevitable is an impossibility. My body wants to surrender. It’s me, the
individual, trying to prolong, but with the tingling sensation and my walls contracting around his
cock, I know the time is near. Pulling my knees closer, reaching around to grab his ass, I pull
him deeper inside. Our symphony of moans, I’m sure, can be heard throughout the halls and
beyond. His jerking form alerts me of the impending explosion, and as it arrived, so did I.
Sensational is the best way to describe it.

He rolls over alongside me, and stares upward. His manhood is glistening, freshly creamed,
against the moonlight now peeking through the balcony. The room is eerily silent. You would
never know that just minutes before we were grinding like our lives depended on it, and howling
like wolves in the wild. It’s as though he’s having a telepathic conversation with the ceiling. I
don’t get it. How do you go from hot, passionate, sex…to deep thought?

Turning to face him, I ask, “Ken, Is everything okay?”

No answer.

Taking that as my “exit stage left,” I lift up and, placing my legs over the side of the bed, begin
scanning the room for my clothing. Suddenly, I feel his hand on my side. He moves his finger up
and down my back.

“You leaving, Gabriella?”

Is he serious right now?

“I hope not because I was hoping you’d spend the night with me.”

“Huh? You went missing. I took that as you being…uh…for lack of a better word, done with me
for the night.”

“Yeah, right! That is far from the case. Sorry for drifting off, was having a moment.”

Having a moment…I wonder what that’s about. Insulting would be if he’s detaching due to
thoughts he’s having of another. That wouldn’t sit well with me at all. I don’t even want to care,
but let’s face it, what girl isn’t going to be a taken aback if a man makes love to her and drifts off
shortly thereafter? Shit, he just got grade A pussy and he is “having a moment?” Please!

“Nothing to worry about,” he offers. “I’m good. I would be better if you’d lay back down with
me. Come back to bed, please.”

Shifting gears, I ask, “So, you’re not done with me, Sir?”

Exposing those trademark dimples, “Uh uh. Just trying to catch my breath, that’s all. “Need to
get a second wind to handle you, young lady.”

“Glad to hear it. You had me worried for a bit there. Was thinking I had to approach Valentina
about switching a couple of ‘dates.’ You know though,” I say to him, “I do have to, at some
point, grab some overnight stuff from my suite.”

To that, he responds, “First of all, there will be no switching of dates. We got us a contract,” he
says jokingly. “Second of all, what stuff? All the stuff you need is right here in this bed with me.”

Looking down at his package, in agreement, “You’re right…that IS all I need. Oh yeah, but there
is also that thing called eating that we need to do in the very near future. I’ve managed to work
up an appetite.”

“You’re absolutely right,” he says slyly, “eating is a must…”

A short time later, and with my clitoris securely nestled between his lips, being licked and
suckled like the last skittle in the candy jar, I’m gifted with yet another supergasm. Amazing.

Ohhh…the memories. Sexcapades. Me and him and them. There were many days we skipped
classes to sex into the afternoon hours. Two hyper-sexual youngsters exploring love and lust.

When I returned from Brazil that spring, de-virginized, I wanted to conquer the world. A world
that included more lessons in the language of penis. Along came Ken invoking feelings I had
never experienced before. It was whirlwind, young love. You never saw one without the other.

My parents didn’t like the idea. Thought we were too young. His parents shared that sentiment.
The difference was my parents saw that I not only cared for him, but that I still managed to
maintain high grades, so they loosened up. His parents on the other hand, regarded me as an
interference in any successful future he might have. They had their own plans for him. Plans that
didn’t include me. In fact if his mother could see him now, here in bed with me, she would whip
her broom out, and be here in nanoseconds. Witch!

When Ken broke the news to me that he was leaving on a football scholarship to Arizona State, it
was just after we’d made love, and without remorse. I suspected that he’d grown tired of what
we shared. Perhaps it was too intense for 19-year-olds who had been in a committed relationship
for three years. However, there was no, “I want you to come with me”, or, “I’ll miss you…we
can make this work.” I was devastated.

Reluctantly, I followed his progress for a few years. He’d gone on to play pro for a bit, had more
than a few women, and finally a sidelining injury that propelled him in the direction of his own
sports management firm. By all accounts, he’s very accomplished, so I guess they did right by
him. Maybe he was better off.

Oh well.

We showered, dressed, and headed down to the lounge for Feijoada, fruit salad, Guarana, flirting,
and loads of conversation. There was much more to discuss now.

One week later

During a break at samba class, Natalia and I finally had a chance to catch up. She told me about
her Texas millionaire and how she was falling for him. She is torn between surrendering to it, or
accepting it for what it is – a very expensive encounter. It happens in this business. Spending
volumes of time with wealthy, attractive men in romantic settings, getting to know them in
intimate ways, makes it as natural as breathing, to catch a feeling for them.

My advice to her was to try removing the emotional attachment from all interactions and focus
on the sex. Of course I knew when I said it that it is easier said than done.

When not sitting on Valentina’s side of the paperwork, we have no way of knowing who these
men are…married, single, or it’s complicated. We are not supposed to ask. It’s part of the deal.
Valentina is the only person privy to their information because she is closely tied to their
referrals, and ultimately, to them as well.

I don’t want Natalia getting hurt. She might think this is the Americano she has wanted for so
long, so she’s getting caught up in the idea of what could be. This man is like all the others that
come here to partake in the unsupervised playground, all set to return to wifey and babies after
six-figure sex.

“é tudo negócio,” I’d said to her. “Treat it as such, irmã.”

X

Back at the resort that evening, some of the other couples are enjoying themselves near the pool.
Music can be heard throughout and the whole ambiance reminds me of being a kid here in Rio
and being mesmerized seeing the city that never goes to sleep. It’s so alive here at Valentina’s…
like a Little Rio.

I spot Valentina in the restaurant area having dinner with Alexio, the two of them looking
extremely cozy and comfortable with one another. I hope it’s headed somewhere because I think
he would be good for her. The scene brings a smile across my lips. She waves to acknowledge
my presence as I head to my suite for a nice hot shower.

An hour later

I spot Ken in the bar area joking with Natalia and her guy. I come up behind Ken and plant a soft
kiss on the back of his neck.

“Hey, y’all!”

I go over to kiss Natalia on both cheeks, and she introduces me to her guy, August. I take my
place next to Ken, this time kissing him on his lips. He smiles.

“Hey, you,” he says. “You’ve been MIA today. Looking good in that dress!” He leans in,
“Already trying to figure out how I’m gonna get it off around all that perfect peach…looks like
Samba does a body good.”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling, “can’t really complain. I do approve what I see in the mirror” sounding
full of myself in the moment.

“Got me a curvalicious beauty with the nice big ol’ booty! Not that it wasn’t always nice,” he
says with a grin.

We all start cracking up. He’s always been somewhat of a comedian, so this is just him re-
entering that space among strangers. He’s been pretty toned down, but he’s starting to loosen up
a bit. He wears it well.

Something registers with Natalia. “Hold on”, she interrupts, “you two know each other?”

He and I exchange quick glances.

I wanted to tell her earlier, but didn’t because she was enjoying the discussion about her guy and
I didn’t want to interrupt. I also left it out the conversation because I didn’t want to dredge up the
past and telling the story is exactly what it would do with much guilt. I played it down a bit.
Later when I tell her, she will remember hearing of him in letters I used to write to her. For now
though, I want to leave it alone.

“We do know each other. Long ago in a far away place, we crossed paths, had some mutual
friends. Haven’t seen him in years, and of all places, he pops up here. Go figure.”

“Oh! So nothing serious, then?” she inquires.

“No, Natalia…nothing serious.”

The reveal doesn’t stop her from being excited. “How sweet is this! You know this could be fate
stepping in, right?”

The hopeless romantic that she is, now has her on a roll, and I need her to stop already. Before
she can continue this rant of hers, August suggests that they take a dip in the sauna. Great! Soon
she and Mr. Texas depart for some alone time, allowing Ken and I to breathe.

Over the past week, we have connected. Not in an emotional way, but in a way that the comfort
level has settled on an even plane – in my opinion, at least.

With my arm rested around the back of his neck, running my fingers through his hair, I ask, “Did
you and Q miss me today, Papa?”

He breaks into laughter.

“You took it way back with that one!” he says excitedly. “We did, and right now, I’m seriously
thinking of a way to seduce my way between your thighs.”

“Wow, Ken. That’s pretty damn sexy talk.”

“You think?”

“I do…and I like. All you really have to do is say the word. You paid a pretty ass penny to have
all the soft and wet you can handle, at your disposal.”

His facial expression goes blank as he leans back in his chair.

“Damn. Is that all this is to you, Gabrielle?”

“I’m sorry. Is it supposed to be something more? I’m sure you didn’t come here to become
emotionally attached, right?”

I hadn’t expected this tone shift. I even caught myself by surprise. I mean what does he want
from me? He was present not so long ago when we talked the lie aloud to Natalia! He sat without
so much as a single remark. I thought that was how he wanted to play it.

Major confused right now.

Whatever the situation is, I hope I haven’t just ruined things by trying so hard to be unaffected.
Not once has he brought up our past. It’s been a hard pill to swallow, but I went with the flow,
following his lead. My strategy, my coping mechanism, was simply to maintain an, ‘it’s all
business, and nothing more,’ stance to shield the hurt, but this is just wrong and I don’t know
how to go back and fix it now.

I dig deeper. It’s like I can’t stop now. Emotions have taken over.

“You’re confusing me right now, Ken. What are we really talking about? You said you were
trying to figure out how to seduce your way between my legs and I said – “

“I know what you said, Gabriella,” he interrupted. “No recap needed.”

“Okay. But did I say something wrong?”

His facial expression is foreign to me. He’s quiet. After a few seconds he says, “Absolutely not.
You said nothing wrong. You did, however, kill the mood.”

Déjà Vu.

He gets up from our table and heads to the bar where some of the other guests are gathered. He
never turns around to look at me, so after a few sips of my Leite de Onça, I take off to my suite.
A full day of samba has me on the exhausted side, and tomorrow’s our Carnival performance so
a restful night is definitely in order.

The next evening

When we dance by the crowd, there’s cameras flashing, cheering, happiness, and genuine love
for the show that we deliver. Awesome is hearing our names being called out at different times,
from kids, and adults alike, as we move through the streets. They know us! This is all so
euphoric, and the perfect place for the exhibitionist in me.

All the beautiful people. This is what living is. Everyone is so alive and carefree, hips moving,
drums beating, singing and love everywhere! Nothing compares to the rush I get from dancing in
Carnival. I’m especially proud because I am left to practice my dance routine alone in the states
with recorded video that the sisters upload for me, but no one would be any wiser watching us in
perfect unison.

We chose three colors this year, with like designs – in bright orange, turquoise, and iridescent
white. After countless email exchanges, and Skype conference meetings, in the end, the design
team did an amazing job. There really isn’t much that can create a shock factor at Carnival
because each team of people brings it in style, but we can try, right?

Ostrich feather headdresses sitting two feet above our heads, beaded dance bikinis, heeled samba
sandals, and Pegasus wings. While competition is not the sole focus of what this is all about, our
costumes, in my opinion, are among one of the best – and we do have some of the prettiest girls.
Precisely why we continue to make front-page news each year.

As fun as it is, dancing for miles and hours is exhausting! Enough of a workout for the next two
weeks. At the end of the procession and time with adoring fans, we are all ready to get back to
the resort. While the other girls talk of joining their guests for the evening, another night of
shuteye is on the agenda for me. Time in my hot tub is sure to promise sleep through the night.

When I left, Ken and I were on non-speaking terms, so I didn’t plan to see him tonight even
though I would be completely open – literally – to the idea of a nice dick down before turning in.
No messages from him so I assume he is going to ride this thing all the way out. Oh well, it’s his
money being wasted. I hope he doesn’t think there’s a refund. We don’t do those here.

The steamy water relaxes my body, and my muscles begin to loosen. After my shower, I decide
to run down and have some of Chef’s black beans, rice, and a fruit plate. Secretly hoping to see
Ken, I scan the lounge for him. All I see are couples cozying up to one another. With no sign of
him, I take the meal to my suite.

Reaching in the drawer for my purple travelling companion, I self-pleasure to a sweet orgasm.
As good as it feels, it’s his touch I’m yearning for. This is bad. I thought I had my feelings in
check. Clearly not.

A little past midnight, my head became one with the pillow, and soon after, all thoughts of the
previous day were quickly put to rest.

2:30 AM

The sheets softly slide from my bareness.

The surprise is familiar. I’ve been “here” before.

He’s here.

My nipples come alive as a summer breeze blows through my balcony doors, hitting my body in
the places left exposed. I’m lying on my side clutching one of the purple satin pillows that adorn
my bed. He gently turns me onto my back. I remain quiet, in compliance with his touches. A soft
gasp escapes my lips. Eyes closed, but no longer asleep, increased breathing unavoidable.

The breeze becomes a memory, leaving behind the scent of lavender from the tree just outside
the window. He’s at my feet and working his way north, kisses, with each movement. He’s
taking his time. Something’s different in the way he’s handling me – I like it. This is Ken of old.
Careful to make the moment last. I want to yell, “Yes! Apology accepted!” I feel the warmth of
his breath as he continues to an awaiting area. She, the awaiting area, has always known when he
was near.

Some things never change. Blood rushes to her. Together, they speak a language all their own.
His face descends upon her…lips meet. The throbbing is relentless, producing moisture that
assures him, I’m eager, ready for all he has to offer. My back arches in anticipation. “Tasty…”
he whispers.

His tongue slides in, and out of my juices, sucking like he’s enjoying his favorite popsicle in a
race against the sun.

Moans of ecstasy grow louder, intermittent torso spasms. I’m doing all I can to prolong the
climax as my clitoris is being held captive between his soft lips, being massaged with slow,
steady suckles. His finger masterfully glides across escaping juices, and with short strokes, finds
its way into my anus. I relax the muscle. I trust him.

Suddenly, ambushed with sensation from my entire body, “Ahhhh…BABY! Ahhhh!”

I thought I would be spent, yet found myself wanting more. Raising onto all fours, “Fuck me,
Ken. Put your dick in me, hard. I want all of you.”

Assuming position, he takes his already erect manhood and pushes into my pussy hole. “Fuck me
hard, baby!” Parting my mountain tops with careful hands, he pushes himself in deeper. Skin to
skin drives me crazy. Feeling that dick navigate my pussy is amazing. Doggie style was always
his favorite. He’s enthralled. Gone are the young boy’s moves of the past. Present are the grown
man’s skillful maneuverings.

He has no idea how turned on…turned up, I am by him coming to my room, and laying claim to
the pussy. No idea. When I gave him my room key, I was hoping he would use it sooner than
later.

His pace quickens. My hips gyrate, grinding my ass against him as close as possible to allow him
deep inside. The movement causes a beautiful reaction.

“This…pussy…Is. So. GOOOOOOD!” he manages. I reach between my legs to massage the
dangling twins and he loses control, pounding with a painful pleasure. Convulsion is taking over,
my muscles contract as my cove vibrates with pleasure, against the nine plus inches resting
inside. He explodes, still holding himself in place. As his breath begins to steady, he whispers,
“I love you.”

Did he just say that…he loves me? Did he mean to say that? Shit. He withdraws his penis from
inside, caresses my back, and begins placing soft kisses along the same trail.

“Lay down for me, Gabriella.”

Not knowing what to say, I oblige, and with a nervous energy, begin talking before he can speak.

“What a nice surprise…a very nice surprise. I didn’t know when I would have the pleasure of
you again. Looks like they still have their own, undeniable, relationship.”

XI

“Can we address the two-week old white elephant in the room?” he asks.

Why is he doing this to me now? Mere days before he departs and now he wants to talk. As
difficult as it has been at times, I’ve managed to keep it business, and calm because we didn’t
revisit anything. Here comes the can of worms…

“I’m open to that. What ya got?”

“Well, let me start by telling you that I stayed away purposely yesterday because I needed to
think. Since I got here, I’ve tried to push things to the back of my mind, even with all my
curiosities.”

Understandable.

“Please don’t think I’m judging, because I’m not. I would never do that to you. It has just
weighed heavily on my mind.” He pauses. “I don’t want you upset with me, but I have to ask.
What are you doing here? I mean, as sophisticated as this operation is, it still is what it is – a high
priced…for lack of a better word…brothel. Mustang Ranch-ish, you know?”

“Mustang Ranch! Wow. Are you kidding me? Sounds all kinds of ‘judging,’ Ken. Not to
mention the fact that I could ask you the same question. Since we do have history, I do feel the
need to give validity to your question.”

I sit up in the bed and pull the sheets to my chest suddenly feeling exposed…vulnerable.

“Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure why I continued after the first time, but it began to feel like
somewhat of a release from the demands of my every day, regular life, and I liked it. I come here
for Carnival, and indulge in what I’ve come to view as extracurricular. I never gave it much
thought – until you showed up, that is.”

I got quiet, momentarily as to choose my words carefully.

“I have to admit that the Mustang Ranch reference has me feeling a certain way. We are more
than that. Despite the like concept, the price tag alone makes us much more different. Our
clientele contrasts greatly in socioeconomic standing. They’re affordable, where only a certain
echelon can even afford to request a stay with us.”

He moves closer to where I’m sitting and rubs my back.

“Did I answer to your satisfaction? If not, let me know and I will close any gaps.”

“You answered just fine,” he responds. “Thank you.”

“Tell me about adult Gabrielle. Are you still in the Bay Area? I do remember you and your
family’s annual visits when you were younger. It must have left a real impression on you, huh?”

“Yes, I’m still in the Bay Area. I have an entire life there – a very demanding life. I have my own
company, The Goodie Bagg – ”

“Yummm…Dare I even ask? Sounds in-ter-es-ting” he jokes.

“Anyway, Silly! It’s an adult toy business. I’ve been in business for five years, and it’s been
really good.”

“What about relationships? I know there have to be many men wanting to claim you as their
woman.”

“It’s complicated…but, I do have a man in my life that I haven’t quite made a commitment to.
Just can’t seem to do that. Haven’t learned how to do that yet.” Then before I had a chance to
control the escape, “You hurt me deeply, Ken, and not to guilt trip you, but I feel it is largely
why I am incapable of surrendering all to a man. Body? Yes. Mind and soul, not quite. Coming
here allows me to engage in unattached, non-committed, relations with people I have absolutely
no emotional attachment to and it’s worked for me.”

“I’m so sorry, Gabriella. I never meant to hurt you. I was young. I know that doesn’t make it
better. I know that I owed you more than just walking away. I regretted it, and the letters were an
attempt to redeem myself, but I can’t say I blamed you for one second for not responding. I
figured after the fifth unanswered one, it was time to give it up because clearly you’d left the
building.”

“I’m confused. What letters?”

“I sent more than a few apologizing, explaining, begging…” he laughs. “When I came home to
visit, I went by your house as a last ditch effort – in person, but there was another family there.”

“Wow. Yeah, my parents sold the Piedmont house. I had no idea. I wish I had because I felt the
three years we had together meant nothing to you. That was a hard pill to swallow.”

He’s rubbing my hand now as he holds it in his.

Letters…plural…damn. What happened to them? Shock is all over me. I wonder how different
life would have been if he had found me, or if the letters had reached me. Would I have accepted
his apology and taken him back? Would we be married with children? Would either of us be as
successful as we are now? What would life have had in store for us?

“I live in New York,” he says. “I have a sports management firm that I founded after suffering an
injury a few years into playing ball. Rather than be that guy killing himself in rehab for a second
chance at the field, I pursued my plan B…love of sports, and management. I love it with
everything in me because I get to not only manage these talented athletes, I get to, as their
managers, stress the importance of a plan B, without feeling like I’m overstepping.

“As far as family goes…” he continues, “never got married, no children. At this point, I’m barely
dating anyone…not even casually…”

His voice trails off.

“When I saw you here, all these emotions came sprinting back. I couldn’t bring myself to show
emotion because when I thought you’d gotten those letters and simply ignored me, I had to
detach. It was difficult, as you can see now – “

“I love you too, Ken. I never stopped. Too much there. Yes, we were young, but it was intense.
There’s been a lot missing in my interactions with other men and I never really tried to hone in
on why that was, just accepted it. In an instant, though, it all became clear as I walked up to you
that first night. I could barely feel my legs.”

The sun is peering through now. Almost six hour hours later, and we are still talking. Years to
catch up on. To think that we missed so much of life on assumptions and regrets. My trips to
Brazil have always been about me maintaining a happy in life that no one could take away. I live
for happiness because I know that ultimately, it is what we all should strive for. But now
knowing that my true love never let me leave his heart, gives life a whole new meaning.

XII

On my last day, Valentina and the girls host a farewell gathering for me. As always, there are
many tears. It will be another year before we all meet again. Natalia mentions casually that she is
thinking she wants to come back to the States with me, possibly working for my company. I tell
her she is welcome anytime, as she is the sister I never had.

Conversation revolves around the good time we all had with our various guests. Valentina has
one of the best things going. She and I schedule some time to discuss establishing a sister resort
that would provide a similar service for women. I’m sure if we put the feelers out, we would find
that more women than not would entertain the idea. Guaranteed.

Valentina accompanies the driver to the airport so that we can have our 1:1 without interruption.

“You do know that I consider you family, right?” she asks.

“Of course, Valentina, and you are mine.”

“Well, then you know that what I’m about to say is from the heart. You allowed Ken to leave
and I don’t know where the two of you left off, but he confided in me that he loves you, and I
believe him. I know you have a quote-unquote…situation at home, but I also know that your
entire heart is not present. Each year that you come to see me, I am delighted and would be hurt
beyond belief if you were to cease coming. However, I want to share with you that a great love
only comes once in a lifetime. Not that love can’t penetrate, but great, simply once. I had mine in
Dionisio, and I believe that Ken is yours. Treat yourself to the good life – the right life. Do not
continue to live a convenient life, when you have the opportunity to live one that completes
you…that is a fit.”

“Eu amo voce, Valentina.”

“Eu amo voce também, Gabriella.”

We hug for what seems like forever before I depart to my gate. I yell back at her, “O vereino
próximo ano!”

She waves in response.

One year later

“Venha, Natalia! The car service is here! We can’t miss this flight!”

Valentina would kill us if we dare get there on a delay; she’s a ball of nerves. Even though
Alexio has hired a very capable wedding planner, she still manages to overindulge in details
better handled by others. I’m just happy she finally gave in to her feelings for this wonderful man
that has been a consistency.

As the driver is loading our bags into the trunk of the car, Natalia comes flying down the stairs.
“Coming!” she yells. “I was ending a phone call discussing logistics for the office while I’m
gone.

“Look at you getting all acclimated in your new position and all. I knew you would thrive in the
business and absolutely love it. Now you see exactly why I do. This has been a long time
coming, girl.”

“I know,” she says earnestly, “I’m so glad to be here with you.” She reaches over to hug me.
“Now…” she continues, “you can spend as much time jetting back and forth to New York to see
Ken as you want to.”

Automatic blushing.

“Speaking of which, when is your next visit?”

“Supposed to be on this trip to Brazil, but he needs to take an expansion meeting and doesn’t
know if he will make it. If he doesn’t, we will plan something in the next few weeks, I guess.”

We have been going strong for almost a year now and I can’t remember being so happy. When I
attended Sunday dinner at my parent’s home a few weeks after returning, my mother gasped
when I told her that I had run into Ken while attending Carnival.

During that conversation, my mother confessed to destroying the letters. My mother witnessed
my pain, first hand. She was protecting her baby girl. She did what she thought was best, and I
will never be angry at her for that.

My dad was pretty straightforward offering, “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. If you end up
hurt, he’ll end up hurt. Period.”

Alright then! Tell it like it is, Daddy!

XIII

It was difficult telling Robert that I had to end things, but he understood. He’d always sensed
there was something. It broke my heart because he is a good guy. I’ve kept in touch via email
every now and again, and he shared with me not too long ago, that he’s recently engaged.

“With all we have to do in Valentina’s absence, you may not have had the time to spend with
him.”

She’s right. We have six newcomers this year and haven’t done any of the research on them.
They’ve already gone through screening and all, but Natalia and I don’t know their stories.
Married, single, “it’s complicated”, we don’t know. So, we have to get in and study the files so
that all goes smooth. So she has a point, there may be more work time than free time on this
particular trip.

In addition, we have to do 1:1 sessions with the two new girls that Valentina brought in to take
our places as regular hostesses during Carnival season. I thought Natalia would continue to come
as I did during Carnival, but she decided to leave it all behind when she took over VP for Goodie
Bagg.

She prefers to look for her Mr. Right and be his woman, full time. I support her decision, as does
Valentina. We all went into this “work,” (for lack of a better word), for our own reasons.

Once Natalia’s work schedule slows, she won’t have even the slightest problem finding her guy.
She’s gorgeous and there will be many men vying for her affections, and the chance to slide
between those curvy hips.

“Gabriella, can you believe that our Valentina is getting married?”

“I actually can. Alexio loves her so much. I have witnessed the way he looks at her and the way
he caters to her every need. There is mutual love and respect there. He will honor her in a way
that will make Dionisio smile. I’m sure of that.”

“This has been a long time coming. Everything is now in alignment.”

*****

High above the clouds, as I drift off to sleep, my thoughts are of Ken – him inside me, his lips
touching places screaming for attention, and hopes that he will be able to get away in time
enough to love me into the night, and beyond…

About the Author

Perri Forrest

Born in the country, raised in the Sunshine! Leo the Lioness. Fiercely Loyal. Confident.
Outspoken. Attracted to intellect. Addicted to knowledge. My pen and paper consummated when
I was pre-teen, and birthed my first journal, and an undying love of writing. Journaling
comforted me through tumultuous times over the years, so transitioning that into writing for an
audience, was a natural process. My stories are romantic, with a touch of erotica. As a romantic
at heart, I prefer to bring the romance to the forefront, as I am intrigued by the concept of “sex as
a language” – an art that if spoken fluently, can be mastered beautifully. I love the full body
experience of mind, body, and soul. I enjoy breathing those scenarios into my character’s
liaisons, and watching them build from there.

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The long version of Rendezvous will be available for download, in March 2013.