“You never ask a woman her age or how many different men she had been intimate with..........You never ask a man how many people he has had to kill. Do I make myself clear?”
There was an eerie silence in the room. The air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Everything froze. The tall Russian-looking man found himself frightened and at a loss for words. He had to say something. He stuttered, “As............eh...............eh.........................eh I said earlier, I don’t know how many men and women died as a result of my instructions to the Navy planes. I mean...................I never killed one of them face to face. You’ve had that unpleasant experience. Frankly, I try not to think about what happened there. One day, when I’m facing God, I’ll have to explain what I did. But for now, I just want to forget.”
The tall Russian-looking man was expecting a response from the outpouring of his spirit. None was forthcoming from the younger man sitting on the lower bunk. He was not a philosophical man. He was very serious and practical. He was a true pragmatist. He liked to control people. He had a warm and kind side. He could be generous to a fault. However, he was equally capable of being quite ruthless and cold-blooded. When such a mind set was required, his hard side came forth. The tall Russian-looking man knew better than to ever double-cross this man. He could argue with him and mentally challenge him. He could come up with outlandish questions and statements. But he knew where the line was. He had no doubt that to cross it was to bring down a death sentence on him.
One the other hand, he didn’t fear the younger man. His wealth and power didn’t intimidate him. His relationship with the highly-complex younger man was just like the relationship he had with his oldest daughter in Brasil - a love-hate relationship He felt great affection for the younger man sitting below him, who reminded him so much of his late father. He was exactly the same size and build as his late father. He was a perfectionist just as his late father had been. He was a complicated and tortured spirit. His late father had been that also. He was highly creative. Down deep inside, he had a very kind heart. Again, just like his late father.
When it came to war time situations and combat, he could be very cold-blooded. Seemingly, in these situations, he was indifferent to suffering and death. He could kill, in the line of duty, without any inhibitions or regrets. His late father had been that way in World War II and Korea
There were even more curious similarities. The younger man always corrected him about his table manners and trivial habits. His late father had done that until he died. He also had the curious and rare habit in a male of sitting down to urinate. His father had that same rare habit! The younger man was also a man who felt love deeply. However, he was not able to show it. Paul reminded him of Lt.Col. “Bull” Meecham, the protagonist in the classic novel The Great Santini. His father’s character had also been just like that.
The tall Russian-looking man had spent many years living around Brasilians. He had learned from them that only the physical body dies. The spirit lives on. The tall Russian-looking man was sure that the presence of the younger man in the room was no coincidence. The spirit of his dead father was there to protect and to guide him.
The younger man sitting erect on the lower bunk continued to stare out the tall and narrow slit window. His captivating and disturbing hazel eyes focused on the Miami Monaco Monaco Medellin Bogota
The tall Russian-looking man had learned long ago when the younger man sitting below him was deep in concentration. Sometimes he would sit staring out the window for hours. On other days, he would lay in his bunk for hours with the covers pulled over his head. It would have been unwise to disturb him. A violent temper outburst would follow. The slightest wrong move or word would bring on one of these outbursts. The tall Russian-looking man had learned to be very quiet and careful when he was this way. These trances were his escape valve. They were so good for him! They helped him to endure the harsh reality of his current situation. They gave him hope when all seemed to be hopeless.
The tall Russian-looking man understood all of this perfectly. He had so much empathy for the younger man. He quietly began to read a Brasilian Veja magazine. He was careful to be very still and very quiet.
Soon the younger resumed his reverie. He was 6,500 miles South in the Porto Alegre Novo Hamburgo
The sudden changes to his body were very unsettling. More fortunate young men had fathers they could go and talk to. In privacy, they could have discussed these changes. Sadly, Joao was not a father or a friend to him. There was no way he could discuss these matters with Mara. After all, she was a woman. He was becoming a man without proper fatherly guidance. As had been the case for many years, he turned to his black friends in the area for help. They explained to him all about sexual mechanisms and human reproduction. When strange cream-colored liquid started to appear in his underwear when he awoke from a sound sleep, they explained to him what wet dreams were and why they came about. Nothing was evil or repressed with them. Everything was a normal part of life. It was the natural process of life. These natural and uninhibited people were his bridge in the transition from boyhood to manhood.
They helped him greatly to handle the strong attraction he was beginning to feel toward members of the opposite sex. Before this troubling time, all women except Mara had been considered silly and emotional annoyances. He tolerated them as best as he could. All of a sudden, they became exotic and sweet-smelling creatures to be actively pursued. They became a source of great challenge and great pleasure. Often he’d stare for a long time at some attractive woman in class or out on the street. His male organ would go rock hard. There were times that it was so hard that he had to put his briefcase in front of him to hide it. Sometimes it became so hard that he couldn’t stand up straight. He was very self conscious around other people.
On the occupational front, he had gone from selling ice cream and cold drinks on the beach to selling printing services for one of the largest printing companies in Porto Alegre
His days began the same as they had for years. He arose well before breakfast. After showering and shaving, he would busily scan all of the morning papers. He tried to keep up with what was going on in the world. He quickly glanced at stories about the American war in Vietnam China Israel
After he completed his morning reading and saved articles of interest, he would walk down the hall to the dining room. He’d eat breakfast with Mara and his five brothers and sisters. Joao made it a point to be absent during these breakfast meetings. He always found excuses to sleep late. This was partially necessitated by his need for rest. He stayed up so late every night in bars, drinking and partying with members of the opposite sex. His intense dislike of Paul also kept him away from the breakfast table. Their mutual dislike had grown to downright loathing and contempt.
Mara always prepared a very traditional Brasilian breakfast. There were large boiling hot cups of coffee. Boiled milk and copious quantities of sugar were added. Carafes of hand-squeezed fruit juice were all over the table. On some days, orange juice was the juice of the day. On other days, it was one of the exotic Brasilian fruits or lemonade. Hard bread rolls and croissants were always on the table, with copious amounts of butter, various jellies, and marmalades to liven up the flavor of the breads. Brasilian melons, yogurts, and cheeses completed the breakfast fare.
Such a breakfast would have been considered light in most advanced countries. They didn’t see the importance of starting off the day with a hearty breakfast. Brasilians were oblivious to all the newfangled dietary theories from Up North. In the Brasilian mind, the people from the Northern Hemisphere were prepotente (arrogant), cold, and insensitive. They had taken (They hated the word eaten.) breakfast in this manner for centuries. No new medical theory was going to change them!
For Brasilians, lunch was the big meal of the day. School let out at 11:30 AM each weekday. This was so that children could go home for the big meal of the day. Businesses gave their employees generous lunch breaks. This was to let them go home and take lunch with the rest of the family. Wives, daughters, and maids would slave for hours in the kitchen preparing meats, salads, vegetables, and desserts to be served during the noon meal. These mid day meals kept communications channels open. Close family ties were maintained. Family problems were sorted out in a relaxed manner.
After eating the large noon meal and resting briefly, Brasilians would return to work. They didn’t take a siesta, as people in countries with a Spanish tradition did. In their minds, this practice was a sign of laziness and decadence. They prided themselves on being energetic and hardworking people. This was why their economy continued to grow when other countries with an institutionalized siesta saw their economies stagnate and shrink.
So after enjoying a light breakfast, Paul and the rest of the children would help Mara clear off the table. They would prepare the dishes for washing by the maid. The older children would go to school. The younger children would stay around the house and help the maid, then receive reading and writing lessons from Mara. Paul never felt sad and depressed at the prospect of going to school, as many children did. He loved his school work! He loved to impress teachers and his fellow students. He had an uncanny ability to store facts and analyze them. It gave his ego a giant boost to be the best student in the class.
After Paul finished his studies at 11:30 AM , he came back home immediately. He ate lunch with Mara and his brothers and sisters. Then he took off the modest clothes he wore to school and put on a fancy dress shirt and silk tie. He’d put on a well-tailored pair of slacks. He knew that he had to look professional, mature, and well-dressed. He had to inspire confidence. He had to earn the respect of the business owners he was calling on during the afternoon and early evening. Even at this early stage in his life, he believed in honesty and integrity in all of his business dealings. He realized that it was always important to keep doors opened. He conducted his business affairs accordingly.
His success at selling printing services hadn’t gone to his head. In his first six months on the job, he’d been able to earn enough money to purchase a used red Fusca (Volkswagen Beetle). No one in Brasil was allowed a driver’s license before the age of sixteen. Paul was two years short of the minimum age. He considered buying a false driver’s license on the black market. However, he rejected the idea. He felt that its discovery by the authorities would cause him more problems than he’d get solely for driving without a driver’s license. He made a point of driving very carefully. He did nothing behind the wheel to draw undue attention to himself. The last thing he wanted was for a policeman to pull him over and ask for his non-existent driver’s license. He also kept himself on a very tight personal budget. He realized that he couldn’t afford to pay bribes to police officers and hefty fines. He needed all the money he earned to keep himself going: to finance his elaborate wardrobe and social life, to help Mara with his younger brothers and sisters, and to support his car.
Paul always made his sales appointments well in advance. He carefully reconfirmed them. The secretary at the printing company was most helpful. A generation before telemarketing became recognized and accepted as a sales tool, Paul used it to make himself successful. The secretary would call and talk to business owners. An appointment would be set for him to come out to see the owner. When he arrived at each potential client’s office, he knew exactly what the client was looking for. He tailored his sales pitch to the individual. His sales close ratio was seventy-five percent. Many of the older salesmen were very resentful of him. To them, it was amazing and humiliating that a fourteen year old could do so well. Other more sympathetic and admiring people, including the printing company owner, found it downright amazing that a fourteen year old could do so well. In their minds, his success was truly magical.
Paul knew that there was, in a sense, magic to what he did. The magic came from the specialized magazines and marketing journals he read. His many hours of faithful and devoted study started to pay some handsome dividends. He learned to pre-qualify his clients. After all, why waste time on a potential client that didn’t have the money to pay for the service he was selling? He also tried to weed out companies that were too tightly associated with other printing companies. These people had too much loyalty to their current printer. They wouldn’t change, regardless of how much better the price or the service was. Talking to these people was another exercise in futility. He learned very quickly to devote his full energy to those people who could and would buy from him.
He also learned to be a true “sales closer.” He became quite skillful at overcoming objections. He became an actor. He quickly adapted himself to any situation. He wasn’t overbearing or excessively pushy. When he looked into a man’s or a woman’s eyes, he could read them perfectly. At the most critical moment, he went for the close. To others watching him, his workday seemed smooth and effortless. But this was because he was well-prepared and well-organized.
When his workday ended, he came home and ate a light dinner with Mara and his brothers and sisters. He then went to his martial arts class with the Korean master. Afterwards, he’d go to the local game room and play toto. After winning a few rounds, he would cautiously call Mara. If the coast was clear, he’d rush home and change into some really fancy clothes. These were for his late evening activities. He always made sure that he looked really great for this part of his day. This was his time to really shine! He’d take center stage. All around him would stare at him with marvel and admiration.
Eight years later, the American actor John Travolta would rocket to worldwide fame with a low-budget Australian-produced movie called Saturday Night Fever. The film told the story of a young man who led a hopeless and dead end existence by day. But at night, he came alive when he hit the disco dance floor. He danced like a true wizard. All around him were mesmerized. When Paul saw the movie many years later, he thought that it should have been based upon his life.
At the time Paul was 14, dancing hadn’t evolved into the disco style that the John Travolta movie glamorized. Rather in Brasil, it was fast and passionate Latin and Brasilian tunes played by live bands at late night and after-hours clubs. Couples danced very close together in a very erotic and suggestive style called Bate Coixa. Couples danced leg to leg. The man’s hands were often tightly gripped around the woman’s hips. People often likened it to a couple making love while they were standing upright on the dance floor.
Paul’s rapid maturation and heightened interest in women led him to begin dancing. He never took lessons. He discovered, soon after starting to dance, that he had a very good ear for music. He also had a great natural sense of rhythm. He started dancing with an older and very elegant blonde woman. She was his height, slender and very athletic. She had long, very powerful legs, deep pale blue eyes, light skin, and high cheek bones. Most thought she had some sort of oriental or Slavic ancestry. She seemed too relaxed and natural to be a German woman. She was too trim to be a Polish woman. Her first name was Alla. This was a Russian name. Her last name was Roman. This only served to add to the mystery that surrounded her. The last name could have been Eastern European or Italian.
All agreed that she came from a very nice family. It was common knowledge that both of her parents were faculty members at the local university. She was a well-mannered and well-educated young woman. Many described her as a true European lady. She was often compared to the American screen and television actress Inger Stevens. They wondered to themselves how she ended up in a backwater city like Porto Alegre
When she was on the dance floor with Paul, a true and spontaneous magic transformed both of them. They went from being two highly-attractive young people to captivating performers. Together they were better than the sum of their parts. (Later, fancy graduate school of business courses would describe this phenomenon as synergism.) They moved magically together to the beat of any music playing. Never a word was spoken between them. People dancing on the dance floor near them would stop dancing. They stood in awe. They watched with envy at the beautiful way the couple moved together to the music. Paul and Alla won every dance contest they entered in Novo Hamburgo Porto Alegre
Older people started to compare them to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. They predicted that the young couple would have a marvelous future on the stage, television, and in the movies. Surely they would eventually make their way to Hollywood
Mara was proud of her oldest son in many ways. He’d grown up quickly. He was a very handsome young man. His marks in school were outstanding. He could easily qualify for one of the elite universities in Rio or Sao Paulo
The only cloud on Mara’s horizon was Paul’s rapid physical development. This had caused his sudden and very obvious interest in the opposite sex. Mara felt very insecure about the situation. It made her feel older than her 38 years. She shared the same jealousies that mothers with sons all over the world feel. No woman was good enough for her son! Mara was intensely jealous of the older blonde woman who danced with her son. She was, after all, older, very worldly, and very experienced with men.
In Mara’s mind, Alla was a great threat to Paul’s future. Mara was tempted to stop Paul’s late night dancing. She considered telling him, in a nice way that she didn’t approve of his taking time away from his studies. She refused to be overbearing and demanding with him. She relied upon charm to accomplish her objectives. She’d use gentle persuasion to suggest that Alla would be better off spending her time with an older man.
If her feminine wiles didn’t work, she seriously considered calling Alla’s parents. She’d have a friendly chat about the situation. She’d point out to them the age difference. She would tell them it was not right for a Jewish young man to associate so closely with a non Jewish woman. (Never mind that Mara had been married for 14 years to a non-Jewish man). If all else failed, she was tempted to go to Joao and tell him all about the sordid situation. She would demand that he exercise his prerogative as a father. She’d push him to sternly forbid Paul from seeing Alla again.
Mara was very skeptical of this last alternative. She knew that the main reason that Paul stayed away from the house was to avoid Joao. Their relationship hadn’t mellowed and improved with the years, as Mara had hoped. It had stayed just as awful as it had always been. Mara saw Paul growing stronger all the time. She had no doubt in her mind that Paul would soon be physically stronger than Joao. When that day came, a physical confrontation of nasty proportions would soon follow. Joao sensed this coming, also.
She sensed that Joao was drifting further and further away from her. He made a point of staying away from the house as much as possible. When he was at home, he devoted all his attention to the five children he had fathered. He ignored Paul totally. He didn’t pay much attention to Mara, either. Their love making had gone from passionate and frequent to infrequent and indifferent. Mara began to suspect that Joao had another woman in his life who was working him so hard in bed that he had no energy left for her. In Brasil of that time, almost every man had a woman on the side. But the great majority of men were decent enough not to let these dalliances interfere with or disrupt their home lives. Joao had clearly crossed the line of decency in his unfaithfulness. He was letting the other woman destroy his home life. Mara did not like it at all!
Paul was acutely aware of how much Mara disapproved of his night life. He knew that she didn’t like Alla. But in front of him, she was always her usual, pleasant, reassuring, and motherly self. She continued to encourage him in his studies and readings. She spent as much time with him as possible. She discussed what he had learned in school. She also talked about his discussions with the Rabbi at the Synagogue. She encouraged him to plan well for the future. She emphasized the importance of getting a good education.
At this point in his life, Paul found himself on a new plane of happiness and excitement. He had never felt this way before in his life. He wasn’t in love with the tall and confident older woman who was his dance partner. But on the other hand, every time he got near this very sexy and exciting woman, his male organ would go erect. It was always a source of embarrassment to him. Only when they got moving on the dance floor did his hardness recede. Her skin always felt so soft and warm in his hands. Her long blonde hair was soft and baby-like. It always smelled like she had just washed it. She never wore perfume. But she always exuded a soft and musky natural feminine odor that made his finger tips and penis tingle. Her breath always smelled so sweet and fresh. She didn’t smoke, as a lot of women did. Her smile revealed perfect and very clean teeth. Her dresses were never the micro-mini skirts that most women wore during that time. Rather they were longer, fuller, and flowing. She never wore a slip underneath.
Paul had noticed this when he saw her go through fast turns on the dance floor with her skirt flying high into the air. He also noticed that she wore the new pantyhose instead of the stockings and garters that traditional Brasilian women wore. Also contrary to the current fashion trend, she refused to go without a bra. However, the bra she did wear was not the hard and stiff bra most Brasilian women wore. Rather, it was very soft and natural fitting. Her shoes were never high heel. They would have made her taller than most men, including Paul. High heels were also impractical on the dance floor.
Alla was truly a mystery woman. Paul often compared her to Greta Garbo. But one day she did mention, in passing, that she worked as a legal secretary during the day. It came to light another day that she was going to law school at night. One day, she was going to be an attorney. One night, she casually mentioned that both her mother and father were associate professors at the local university.
He couldn’t help but notice that she drove a brand-new Volkswagen Kharmen Ghia sports coupe. It was much nicer than Paul’s red Fusca. It rode very close to the ground and had tight seating. He always walked her to her car late at night after dancing. Paul was thankful that the parking lots near the dancing clubs always seemed to be very well-lighted. Every time Alla went through all the contortions necessary to wiggle into the front seat of her car, her skirt would ride up and her legs open wide. Paul would get generous views of her thighs. If he was really lucky, he’d catch a glimpse of the crotch of her white or red panties. When he was this fortunate, he became especially aroused. Paul had to fight an overpowering urge to touch her and embrace her.
Alla didn’t talk much when they started to dance together. But with time, she started to loosen up a bit. She explained that her first name was Russian. Her last name had been Romanskius in her ancestral land of Lithuania Vilnius Lithuania Japan Finland Sweden US Canada Lithuania
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When they were well-settled in their careers and were granted tenure by the university, Alla was born in 1951. At the time of her birth, her parents were well into their 30’s. Alla grew up in a lower-middle class household. This was consistent with the low salaries that academics were paid at that time. Despite the absence of any wealth, the household was an exciting and stimulating place to grow up in. Books, magazines, and pamphlets from all over the world filled the small home. Several different languages were spoken daily. By the time she was an adult, Alla spoke Lithuanian, Russian, Portuguese, Hebrew, and English. She had no idea that she was poor in a material sense. She had grown up in a household full of love and happiness.
Paul was quite surprised to find out that she was Jewish. He wasn’t expecting this. It actually made her more attractive and interesting. He began to see her as more than just a dancing partner. However, there were obstacles to their becoming a couple. First, Mara didn’t approve of Alla. Second, Alla was dating several men her age or older. Would he, at 14 years of age, ever be competition for these older men? Paul didn’t feel despair. To him, Alla was a huge challenge. It was like a man standing at the base of Mount Everest . It looked daunting. But he knew he was up for it. He was just waiting for the right moment. He’d be ready when it came. He had no doubt in his mind. His first time would be with Alla! He tingled like a lion pursuing an especially elusive prey. Yes, his day would come!
Alla always seemed to be very skillful at keeping her personal life highly-compartmentalized from her dancing with Paul. He had never seen the apartment where she lived. He didn’t know her home address. He had no idea of the name of the law firm where she worked. She always drove her bright-green sports car to all the clubs where they danced. After they finished their frenzied hours on the dance floor, she left in her car. She would vanish mysteriously into the night. A couple of times, he was tempted to follow her. But he knew she was very sharp. She would spot his tail. She would pull off to the side of the road and call him over and say something that would make him feel foolish. So he would just head right home.
Paul’s efforts to draw Alla into conversations about herself produced few positive results. She’d only talk in vague generalities. His efforts to get close to her physically showed little or no progress. All he got from her late in the evening was a quick peck on the cheek. The continued mystery and elusiveness only served to increase his determination. Only when they danced together did things become truly magical. Regardless of how closely he danced to her or where his hands wandered, she never offered any objections or resistance. Her skin always felt soft and warm when he touched it. When his hands accidentally on purpose brushed against her small and tight breasts, he felt taut and hard nipples. He was sure that, at these moments, she was wet down there. He was so attracted to her, in the physical sense. But there were no feelings of deep affection between them. There was no emotional bonding between them.
Most young men entering puberty would have handled Alla roughly. They would have shown no consideration for her feelings and sensitivities. They would have kept pestering her all the time about sex. Paul’s instincts told him not to act in this manner. He made no sexual advances toward her. He wasn’t indecently suggestive toward her. Even at the tender age of 14, he had learned to follow his instincts. As long as he did this in life, he had no problems.
Paul’s and Alla’s time together on the dance floor flew. Soon they had been dancing together for six months. She had taught him so much about dancing in particular and women in general. She bolstered his confidence. She motivated him to be much better than he ever thought he could be. She taught him good European manners. She taught him how to dress. She taught him how to interact with upper-class people. But she was still a Greta Garbo or a Marlene Dietrich. Paul bided his time. He was sure an opening would come. When it happened, he told himself he would be well-prepared and 100-percent in control.
One Saturday night, he and Alla won a major dance contest. This put them into line for the Porto Alegre City Championship. The owner of the club where they had danced so brilliantly was a man in his early 20s. He was from a very wealthy local family. He was thinly built and slightly taller than Paul. He wore designer bellbottom blue jeans. His white shirt was tight and of the finest silk. His shoes were penny loafers imported from Brooks Brothers in the USA
Paul was very honored by the invitation. He suspected that Alla would come up with her usual objections for not coming along. Much to his surprise, she smiled and accepted the invitation. The club owner introduced himself to Alla and Paul as Edson Moraes. He insisted that they join him in his larger black French-made Citroen, pointing out that both of them had arrived in very small cars. His girlfriend appeared right after Moraes closed the club. She was in her early 20s, about 5’5” tall, although her high heels made her look taller. She wore a black micro-mini skirt, partially covered by a very expensive white silk blouse which hung over the skirt and was not tucked in. A heavy gold peace symbol hung from a gold chain around her neck. Her right wrist supported a very expensive one piece wide gold bracelet. Her left wrist sported a gold woman’s Rolex watch. In the finest Brasilian tradition, three small gold chains could be seen above her watch. Each one of her fingers had a gold ring on it. A thin gold slave chain could be seen on her left ankle. She had long, straight red hair that fell well below her shoulders. Her skin was very dark. Her prominent and thin nose supported a pair of wire frame glasses. They made her large green eyes even more beautiful. She wore no make-up. Her skin was clear and translucent. Her large lips were covered with pale lipstick that was barely visible. Her perfume was French or Italian. She wasn’t a beautiful woman, per se. But she was classy, exotic, open-minded and different in a very sexy way.
When Paul got close to her and smelled her perfume, he became immediately aroused. He sensed that, under her quiet exterior, she was an intensely sexual woman. She also had a beautiful and poetic name Paul guessed was of Greek origin: Melita. He saw daggers fly from the eyes of Alla to Melita. When the introductions were made, Alla and Melita were cool toward one another. Clearly, the normally confident Alla saw herself being upstaged. This exotic woman had something very special. Melita was old money, from a wealthy family. Alla was a lower middle class girl from the suburbs. She had never had all the advantages in life the other woman had.
Edson and Melita quickly donned his and hers matching short black leather jackets. They led Alla and Paul out through the back door of the club. The cold night air hit all of them. Paul put on his light white sweater. He then helped Alla into her bulky pullover sweater. It was of simple design, with flamboyant Brasilian colors. It went nicely with her long and full black skirt.
Melita guided them past the parking lot and into an alley, where a lone black 4-door Citroen was parked against the wall. They all got in, Melita in front with Edson, Paul in the back with Alla. As Paul opened the door for her to enter, Alla said not a word.
Paul and Alla sat at a polite distance from one another. In the front seat, Melita was literally all over Edson. She started to kiss him long and passionately on the lips at every red light. She simultaneously and very blatantly put her right hand firmly on the crotch of his pants. She mumbled to him hoarsely in Portuguese. She told him he’d better be ready to stay up the rest of the night. She suggestively pointed out to him the plans she had for him. Her voice got very deep and throaty.
After the initial fanfare, Melita went limp at Edson’s side. She let her head rest on his shoulders. Paul was watching her with aroused fascination. He saw her relax and her legs fall widely apart. Edson ran his right hand up her left leg. He let it rest on her thigh. He then started moving it slowly and tantalizingly upward.
The smell of Melita’s expensive perfume, mixed with the musky feminine scent of sexual arousal, filled the heater-warmed passenger compartment of the car. Paul became even more aroused when he inhaled her aromas. He looked to the right at Alla. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned. She was making it clear that she wasn’t interested in joining the festivities. Paul looked away from Alla. He remained silent. He looked out the left window. He made a conscious effort not to look at the open and uninhibited couple in the front seat. Melita’s sweet and musky odor was literally driving Paul crazy. He wondered if Alla sensed his feelings. His male organ became firmly erect. He folded his hands over his lap to hide it.
Edson drove slow and easy. In the day light hours, he would have been a wild and aggressive Latin driver. Paul was sure that Melita was distracting him. Edson probably wanted these moments to last as long as was possible. As he continued to drive toward the after hours club, Paul watched transfixed. Edson’s right hand continued to move between Melita’s open legs. Soon it was obvious that his hand was right on her crotch. Her skirt partially obscured what was happening. However, Paul imagined that Edson had pushed the crotch of Melita’s panties aside. He was using his finger to skillfully manipulate her clitoris. He moved his finger in and out of her. The soft and romantic Brasilian music playing on the tape player failed to hide Melita’s labored breathing. Her sweet and musky scent grew stronger and stronger. Eventually, it flooded the passenger compartment of the Citroen.
The swiveling and grinding of Melita’s hips could be seen from the back seat. They started to move wildly as she lost control of herself. Finally, she gasped loudly! She grabbed Edson very hard as she went totally rigid. Her jaw muscles tightened reflexively. This was to keep her from shouting. She stayed locked in this position for several minutes. Her scent literally flooded the car. Her passion and pleasure filled the car with tingling electricity and excitement. Then suddenly, she collapsed limply. Her hips swiveled one last time as she fell against Edson. She made a feeble effort to squeeze out the last moment of exquisite pleasure.
Edson gently removed his finger from inside her. His hand then retreated from between her legs. He rested it on the steering wheel. His finger was wet with her juices. It made the aroma in the passenger compartment even more arousing for Paul. He became truly rock hard! It was obvious to him that Melita had experienced a smashing orgasm. He looked over to Alla and studied her carefully. The brazen show of sexuality seemed to have no impact on her. She didn’t seem to be aroused. Paul wondered what was going on inside her head. He wondered what would happen if he pushed his hand between her legs right now! Would she be wet and inviting down there? Would she be able to let herself go? Could his finger drive her all the way to orgasm?
Edson finally slowed down the car in front of the dimly lit club. It was in one of Porto Alegre
The owner helped them to be seated. When he asked for the drink order, Edson and Melita ordered Pisco Sours (a drink from Peru
As three of the four people at the table continued to consume their bar drinks, Paul continued to order soft drinks. He stayed sober. When the dinner menu was presented, all ordered shrimp covered with a red sauce on a bed of rice, with salads. A bottle of white Chilean wine was ordered to accompany the meal. Paul refused the wine. He continued to drink soft drinks. The other three consumed the first bottle of wine quickly. Edson told the waiter to bring a second bottle. It arrived well before the food came. Edson and Melita handled their alcohol well, but it started to affect Alla.
She surprised everyone at the table. She started to lapse into Lithuanian and Russian. Then she switched back into Portuguese. She started to tell folk tales from Lithuania Southern Brasil . Paul saw for the first time that, under her ice cool exterior, Alla was a warm, vulnerable, and funny woman. She was very emotional and very Slavic.
He had already learned from their dancing that Alla loved the song The Girl From Ipanema. When the band started to play it, Alla grabbed Paul abruptly! She told him in a slurred and heavily-accented Portuguese that she wanted to dance. Paul obliged and stood up as she did. He was thankful that he didn’t have a hard on at that time. That would have made him feel really embarrassed!
As they walked to the dance floor, Alla moved very close to him. When they started to dance, Alla let her chin rest on his shoulder. She draped one arm over his right shoulder. Her other arm went around the small of his back. Paul wrapped both of his arms around her waist. He pulled her very close to him. He locked his hips in a forward position. This drove his manliness close to the area of her dress that covered her crotch. He started to rub his male organ against her. They continued to dance to the sad song. It told the story of a man’s love for a woman that didn’t even know he existed. There was no way the man madly in love could ever have the object of his love.
“Paul, if you keep doing that, you’re going to have an embarrassing accident! The front of your pants will become very wet! You’ll feel really awful when you walk off the dance floor and have to rush to the men’s room. You’ll have to wash off your pants and shorts.” Alla’s voice was slurred. She slowly whispered the words in Paul’s ear.
He didn’t have to be told twice. He eased away from her as he continued to dance. He was relieved when the band started to play a faster number. He and Alla went into one of the dance routines they had used earlier that evening. The patrons of the after-hours club were overjoyed! As Paul and Alla quickly moved around the dance floor, his swelling went down, much to his relief. The long round of applause they got after the dance number was heartening. He and Alla returned to their table smiling. They heartily ate their dinners. Edson, Melita, and Alla had after dinner liqueurs and Irish Coffees. Paul had regular coffee. After the beverages were finished, Edson quickly signaled for the waiter to bring the check. When it arrived, he looked it over carefully. He pulled out his wallet and paid it. He grudgingly left a small tip.
As the two couples rose from the table, Edson insisted that Paul and Alla accompany him and Melita to his apartment on the beach front. He told them they’d have a nightcap and a nice talk there. Paul noticed that it was well after one in the morning. He wondered how Alla would react to the command invitation. Surprisingly, she seemed to be unconcerned about the time. She offered no protest or objection.
They walked quickly out of the club. The cold night air hit them very hard. The three drunk people were momentarily sobered up by the cold air. With no fanfare, they all got into the Citroen. It had grown colder while they had been in the club. Edson started the car quickly. He turned the heater on full blast.
Drunk drivers act in one of two ways. They drive fast or they drive very slowly and very carefully. Fortunately for all, Edson was the cautious type. The Citroen moved slowly through the dark night streets. Brasilian love melodies flooded the car. Melita’s head rested on Edson’s right shoulder. She had almost fallen asleep. Paul raised himself up. He glanced over to the front seat. He saw that Melita’s legs were open again. Edson’s right hand was firmly on her thigh. Alla also took note of what was happening. She continued to sit coolly on her side of the car. Her thoughts were absorbed by the romantic music and the beautiful lights of Porto Alegre South Atlantic Ocean winds mesmerized her. Paul watched silently. He was fascinated. He remembered the words in English of a Frank Sinatra song he really loved:
“She loves the cool fresh wind in her hair.....
Life without a care...
She’s broke.......can’t cope!
She hates California
She says it’s windy and damp...
That’s why the lady is a tramp!”
Paul looked over to Alla. He studied her carefully. For the first time, he saw vulnerability and weakness in her. He was sorely tempted to make a move on her. But a pearl of wisdom from his black friends stopped him cold. It went as follows:
“A Brasilian woman is like no other woman on Earth. She is open-minded. She is a free spirit. You never seduce her. Quite simply, she tells you when she is ready.”
When the Citroen finally started to slow down, Paul and Alla weren’t surprised to see that Edson lived in the most luxurious apartment building in Porto Alegre
The elevator finally came to a stop at the top of the building. They all rapidly exited. Edson led them down the hall to the right. He walked up to a door with the number 3 on it. He put the key into the door and turned it. With gusto and flourish, he pushed the door open. Paul and Alla were expecting to be ushered into a grand luxury apartment. What they actually saw was a letdown. It was a one-bedroom apartment. It was nice. It had all the normal things one would see in an upper middle class apartment. The furniture was new but not expensive. There was a small kitchen and dining area. Paul saw one bedroom. There was no grand chandelier. There was no super high tech stereo or big screen color television. The white walls were sparsely decorated. The ceramic tile floors were not covered with lavish Persian rugs. But Alla and Paul’s letdown subsided quickly. They realized that only one percent of the Brasilian population lived so well.
Once Edson had closed the apartment door, Melita promptly took off her leather coat. She flung it flamboyantly across the room with great relish! She threw back her head sharply and shook her long red hair. In a flash, she pulled her short skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it. She jettisoned her high heel shoes, kicking one foot into the air and then the other. Next she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off her shoulders and flung it across the room. She turned and faced the three other people in the living room topless. Only sheer black panties covered a small part of her body. Her large patch of red pubic hair was clearly visible.
Paul and Alla looked at each other. Not a word was spoken between them. Their eyes met knowingly. They agreed that Melita has transformed herself from a worldly and liberated woman into a vulnerable little girl.
Melita abruptly broke the silence. She spoke in a drunken and slurring voice. “Folks, I’m really H-O-R-N-E-Y tonight! My old man has already made me come a couple of times. I’m sure you know that old saying: The more you get, the more you want! Well, I’m up for it tonight!” Melita paused and looked directly at Alla. “Alla, bring that stud of yours back to bed with us!” Melita paused momentarily. She became really emboldened. “L-E-T-S H-A-V-E A F-O-U-R-S-O-M-E T-O-N-I-G-H-T!!”
The excitement was electric. The ensuing silence was eerie. Paul froze and was speechless. Edson promptly threw off his leather coat. Following the example of Melita, he flung it across the room! He then proceeded to strip down to his skinny white briefs. Like Melita, once the clothes were off, he looked so young and vulnerable. He motioned toward the bedroom. It was a firm signal for all to come that way.
Drunk or not, Alla had a very wary look on her face. She spoke rapidly. “I’m an old-fashioned European woman. My ancestors spent many generations in a very traditional Old World . My people were very advanced and civilized when all of you Germans and Southern Europeans were still barbarians running around in animal skins. We don’t go in for orgies and group sex! We believe that sex is a private and beautiful thing between two people! Even if I was tempted by your offer, I wouldn’t go for it. Paul and I are just friends. And, your boyfriend..........................your
boyfriend...........frankly.....he just doesn’t turn me on! I’ve been around some real men in my life. He’s still a boy.”
A spark flew through the room. Melita was caught totally off-guard. She folded her arms defensively around her small breasts. She was angry. She didn’t speak immediately. Edson was also briefly at a loss for words. He quickly ad-libbed: “Melita, you kinky bitch!” He blurted this out with great relish. “I want you to ravish me all night long!”
Melita ran over to him. She grabbed his hand. She pulled him toward the bedroom. As they moved, she dropped her left hand. She pulled down his underwear clumsily. “Oooooh........baby!” Melita ran her hand along the hardened shaft of his male organ. “You know where that belongs!”
Edson and Melita rushed into the bedroom. Melita turned on the overhead light. She swung around so that she was standing in the door. She made sure that she was clearly visible to Paul and Alla. She pulled down her panties slowly and stepped out of them. She bent over and picked them up with her right hand and hurled them toward Paul! “I’m really wet tonight!” She paused and looked right at Paul tauntingly. “You’ll love the smell of my pussy juice! It’ll be the only pussy juice you smell tonight! That cold-ass bitch you have there wouldn’t open her legs to go to the bathroom! I’ll leave our door open. You’ll be able to see and hear everything. You sure as hell aren’t going to get any tonight! That is, not unless you go into the bathroom and beat it!” Melita then rushed toward the bed. She dove head first onto it! Edson followed silently. When his body hit the bed, he grabbed for Melita greedily.
The bedroom door stayed open. The light remained on. Melita could be seen and heard loudly issuing lewd instructions to Edson. She swore loudly in her deep and throaty voice. Her words were slurred because of her drunkenness. The erotic symphony seemed to continue without end. Paul and Alla sat down on the couch. They were feeling like two people stranded on a desert island. No buses or taxis ran at that hour of the morning. Both of them lived fifty miles away. They talked about the possibility of calling some friends to come and get them, but they decided against this. Both agreed it’d be really bad manner to awaken someone that late at night. Paul finally made a proposal to Alla. “I’ll sleep on the floor. You can take the couch.”
“At least your mother taught you to be a gallant gentleman. She also taught you to have consideration. Few men are left with these qualities.” She paused.
Paul smiled appreciatively. His eyes met her eyes. He saw a sweet and vulnerable side of her he hadn’t seen before. His instincts told him to remain silent at that moment.
“The couch is very large and soft. It’s big enough for both of us. I’m going to run down the hall to the bathroom. I need to clean up a bit. Find us a couple of sheets and a blanket. Hopefully, he’ll have some extra pillows.” Alla promptly rose. She ignored the erotic commotion going on in the bedroom. She walked down the hall toward the bathroom.
After Alla disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, Paul sat still. He first heard water running in the sink. Then he heard water start to run in the bath tub. It partially obscured the wild and erotic noises that continued to come from the bedroom. He tried to force all of it out of his mind. He could not. His male organ seemed to grow larger and larger. He tingled with excitement.
When Alla finally emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing her long white blouse. It flowed freely. It was buttoned halfway to the top. The bottom flap came just over her hips. It barely covered her panties. Her long blonde hair had been fully combed out. She had a wonderful clean smell. It was supplemented by skillful application of perfume. She was carrying a blanket and two pillows. Paul caught a brief glimpse of Alla’s breasts and her transparent panties, as her blouse rode up.
When she came to the living room, she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. She fluffed the pillows. She then placed them on the left side of the couch near the arm rest. Afterwards, she swiveled to the left. She threw her legs up on the couch. Paul tried to catch another glimpse of her breasts or underwear. She rapidly threw a blanket over her. No views were possible.
Alla looked over to Paul. She spoke in a deep and soft voice. “Paul, it’s time to go to bed. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and join me.” There was still a slurring in her voice from all the drinking she had done at the club.
Paul froze. His male organ was very hard. He did not want her to see it. He slowly stood up and turned his back to her. He stepped out of his shoes, pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He pushed off his dress slacks and folded them neatly, then put them on a nearby chair. Paul turned around again and got on the couch with Alla. He crawled under the blanket, hoping she would not see the bulge in his underwear.
When he came close to Alla, she put her arms around him in a gentle and tender way. It was almost motherly. As he touched her, she felt so soft and warm. Her clean feminine smell literally started to drive him crazy! She was lying on her side facing him. She moved her left thigh so that it was against his hardness. “Paul, you’re very excited tonight!” She paused briefly. “I really can’t blame you. That show going on in the next room would excite any man.” Her breath smelled so sweet as it blew near his nose. “Those people in the next room aren’t making love. All they’re doing is fucking. Take the advice of an older woman. If you take fifteen men and tell them to have sex with a woman, fourteen will fuck her. They will concentrate most of their attention on satisfying themselves. The fifteenth man will truly make love to that woman. He’ll satisfy her completely. I don’t mean solely in the physical sense. I also mean emotionally. He’ll make her feel like a wonderful woman.” Alla’s voice was soft, throaty, and very sexy.
“What’s the difference between the first fourteen men and the fifteenth man?” Paul was genuinely intrigued.
“The great majority of men don’t realize that a woman is totally different from a man. A man becomes aroused quickly. It takes a woman much longer to become aroused. When a woman is fully aroused and begins to feel pleasure from sex, her pleasure lasts much longer than a man’s pleasure. A man’s orgasm probably lasts twenty seconds. A woman’s orgasm lasts a minute or more. A woman can also have multiple orgasms. These come one right after the other. We feel much more sexual pleasure than a man does. It’s more than an erotic feeling. We feel that we’re totally joined and are one with the man we’re with. We always like to feel loved, treasured, relaxed, and cared for when we’re very close to a man.” Alla stopped.
Paul had his right hand over her waist. As she started to talk again, he let his hand wander gently and softly over her hips. He noted that they were very firm and tight. Alla offered no objections. She continued to talk to him about female sexuality as if nothing else was happening. Paul let his hand wander further down. When he found the bottom of her white silk blouse, he let his hand slip under the blouse and up. He encountered the soft silk material of her panties.
As Alla continued to talk, she began to wonder where all of this was going to lead. She was a highly-sexed young woman. The show going on in the next room had its effect on her. All the alcohol she had consumed had removed her inhibitions. She was excited at the prospect of initiating a much younger virgin into the world of sexual pleasure. As Paul’s hand continued, she whispered into his ear softly. “You’re starting to get the right idea.”
Paul took his hand away from the back of her panties. He let it wander down the back of her thighs. They were also very firm. It showed that she was an athletic and fit woman. Alla stayed very passive and submissive. Paul decided to get a little braver with his explorations. He brought his hand up. He tried to push it between her thighs. She closed them tightly. His hand was blocked. “Not so fast! You always touch that last!” Her voice continued to be whispery soft, reassuring, and very sexy.
Paul froze. He moved his hand back up under her blouse. He started to make slow circles with his hand on her buttocks. She relaxed her legs and actually moved closer to him.
“First, you must prepare a woman slowly and carefully to be made love to. For starters, I want you to unbutton the rest of my blouse buttons.” She was so calm and matter of fact about the whole thing. He was not sure how to take it. But he followed her instructions carefully. It was the opening he had waited for so long!
Paul removed his right hand from the back of her blouse. He brought it around to the front of her blouse. He slowly and clumsily undid the rest of the buttons. Alla started to feel very relaxed. Her knees became weak. When her blouse fell open, Paul saw two porcelain white breasts with small pink nipples. They looked so soft and childlike. Paul felt they were not consistent with her.
“Nature gives us females a strong incentive to nurse our young babies. As an infant sucks at our nipple, an incredible erotic feeling goes through our bodies. It’s just as nice as being made love to. It also tightens us up down there after we go through childbirth. It makes us deliciously wet down there.” Alla’s delivery was slow and careful. She was not the least bit self conscious about showing him her breasts.
Paul was at a loss for words. He realized that he was being led into the inner sanctum of mysterious knowledge of women. He was sure that few men were privileged to know this.
“Now, Paul, I want you to pretend that you’re a little baby and you are nursing me. First, kiss one of my breasts lightly. Then, put your lips very tenderly on one of my nipples. Suck oh so slowly and carefully. As the nipple gets harder, you can start to suck harder and harder. Now, don’t get carried away. Don’t start to suck too hard! You’ll hurt me. They’re very tender. Once you finish with one breast, go to the other breast and repeat the same thing. Once you have done the other one, go back to the first one.
He wordlessly complied with her instructions. He started to tenderly kiss her right breast. Then he let his tongue dart over the nipple. He slowly increased the speed and force of his tongue. He started to tenderly suck the nipple. He felt it pop up and become very hard. He heard her breathing increase. Soon he felt her heart start to beat faster. He let his hands slip down behind her hips. He gripped them tightly.
After spending several minutes on her right breast, he moved his head over to her left breast. He repeated the same slow and tender attention. He could see that it was starting to have the desired effect. There was no clock visible in the room. Paul had no idea of how much time had elapsed. Alla was totally lost in the pleasure of the moment. She was pleased that her student was performing so well.
When both of her breasts were very taut, she abruptly pushed his head up! “Now, help me out of this blouse.” Alla whispered her instructions sweetly and breathlessly. She rose up on the couch. Paul helped her out of her white blouse. He flung it on the floor. He admired her breasts. They remained very taut. She then looked at Paul with a laughing look. “Why are you sitting there so overdressed for the party?”
Paul looked at her very self consciously. He pulled off his undershirt. He threw it to the floor near Alla’s blouse. He then looked over at Alla. It excited him to see that she was still wearing her transparent silk panties. He saw a few blonde pubic hairs sticking out around the crotch area. He could see the light blonde pubic hair covering her mound.
“Quit staring at me! Get rid of your underwear!” Alla was almost laughing at him. Paul abruptly complied with her instructions. He pulled off his cotton briefs. He threw them to the floor. His male organ was fully erect and very hard. He felt embarrassed and very self conscious. Alla looked at it with great interest. She then gently touched it with her fingers. “A woman’s ego’s helped immensely when she sees such solid proof that the man she’s with finds her really exciting!”
Paul looked longingly at her silk panties. She knew exactly what he wanted. She tingled with excitement. She was really having a magical affect on him. She loved it! She was savoring every moment. With most other men, she had to be passive. She had to accept what they did to her. But this younger man was her willing sexual servant. She was going to make the most of the situation.
“A woman always has her modesty. She likes to remain a mystery to a man. I’ll leave these on . . . . . . . . . . . on..................until...................until................later.” Alla then lay back down on her side. She closed her legs tightly. “Paul, why don’t you join me?”
He lay back down on the couch. He then slowly moved close to her. He let his hardness rest against her silk panties. She pushed him slightly away. He put his hands back on her hips. He gripped them tightly.
“Now kiss my breasts again............just a little. Then move your mouth and tongue all the way down my stomach. When you get down to my navel stop there and put your tongue inside my navel. Let it wander for a while.”
Paul repeated the soft sucking of both of her breasts. He moved his tongue playfully over each taut nipple. Then he rose up and eased the grip on her hips. He centered his tongue between her breasts. He slowly moved it down her chest. It then went to her very tight stomach. He moved his tongue slowly down to her navel. He stopped it there. He let it dart in and out at a varying pace.
“Oh........that is s-o-o nice! You’re such a good pupil! You learn very, very fast. You’re really pleasing me!” Alla felt her heart racing. Her knees were staring to get very weak. She started to feel wetness in the crotch of her panties. “Now let’s start working on my legs. Run your hand gently over the calves of my leg. Be slow and tender now.”
Alla parted her legs. She cocked her knees outward. Paul gasped as he viewed her mound and the soft blonde pubic hairs covering it. It distracted him. It made him pause. But he finally got control of himself. He took his hands off her hips. He moved them around to her calves. He gently rubbed them. He let his hands fly above them. They gently brushed the short blonde hairs on her legs. Alla felt a pleasant tingling sensation all over her body. So did Paul. Her skin felt so warm and tender to him.
“Paul, believe it or not, our hands and our skin are keen communications tools. By feel, we give pleasure to each other. We also tell people things about ourselves. Words can’t tell these things because of our taught inhibitions. Our naturalness overcomes all.”
The tingling put them both into a trance. Paul was at a loss for words. He just continued to fly his hands above her short leg hairs.
Alla forced herself to talk again. Her voice had become hoarse and deep. “Now, it’s time to do my thighs. First, gently let the flattened back of your hand fly over the back of each of my thighs.” She rolled over slightly on her side. She did not roll all the way over onto her stomach. Paul had to adjust himself slightly. As the flat of his hand flew slowly over her right thigh, she let out a low moan. She felt her body going totally limp. She was almost totally passive.
He continued to follow her instructions. He let his hand wander to her left thigh. His hand flew slowly and tantalizingly over that one. He was sorely tempted to grab her panties and pull them off of her. But even in her weakened state, she influenced and controlled him. Alla felt wetness flooding the crotch of her panties. Her breathing was elevated.
“Now...................Paul, let your hand fly over the front of both of my thighs. Do it slowly and carefully! Don’t get fast and rough now!” She paused breathlessly. “Control........control......control....that is the secret. When the pleasure finally comes, it’ll be incredible!”
Paul let his hand fly over the front part of her right and left thighs. Alla let out another very deep and long moan. She shifted her body slightly. Paul’s right hand slipped at one point while in flight. It went right over the crotch of her panties. He felt that it was very wet, indeed. He heard her let out another loud and long moan. She shifted slightly. Her body shuddered. He wanted his hand to continue to explore there very badly. But she had not yet given her permission. Paul tingled all over. His heart raced! His breath was labored! He felt as if his male organ was about to explode!
Alla was only able to muster a deep and hoarse whisper. “Touch me down there!”
His right hand moved effortlessly over the crotch of her panties. He was transfixed. He could say nothing.
“Be slow and easy now!” Alla paused to clear her throat. “That’s the most-tender and the most sensitive part of my body. Don’t be rough and clumsy now!” she choked. Her voice broke up. She was barely able to speak.
He slowly caressed her crotch over the top of her panties. The wetness continued to thrill, disturb, and excite him.
“Slip your fingers inside the elastic of my panties!” Her voice continued to be very deep and hoarse. It was waking up. “Then let it go inside me slowly and carefully. I’m so tender and sensitive down there.” You could hurt me so easily. There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain. Do not cross it!”
His fingers slid effortlessly under the elastic of her panties. He felt the soft blonde pubic hair. He worked his fingers slowly toward her love canal. He pushed the soft material of her panties further aside. He let his finger slide in and out. She was so wet down there. His finger went in with little or no effort. She moaned very, very loudly. Her legs went limp and opened up fully. Her hips started to swivel involuntarily. The movement was slight, at first. But it soon became faster and faster. The urgency became apparent. She felt waves of pleasure start to sweep through her. Mini contractions started inside her love canal. Alla didn’t want to go over the edge. She had to stay in total control of him and the situation.
Paul continued to move his finger slowly in and out of her. His breathing became more and more labored. Alla’s hips started to move harder and harder against Paul’s finger! He was afraid that he was going to hurt her if he continued.
Alla pulled away from him gently. For a split second, Paul was sure she was going to tell him that it was time to go to sleep. He was afraid that the whole thing had been a big build up to a huge let down. She surprised him by saying nothing. She lightly touched his rock hard manliness. “I can see that you’re definitely ready to come and have a nice visit with me. It’s time for us to become one. Now’s the time I show you how to make love to a woman properly. Most young men get excited. They rush too fast. It’s all over before the woman can experience her full pleasure and fulfillment. I’ve done nothing to get you too excited. I only showed you how to get me deliciously excited. Now, I’m going to lie on my side. I’ll bring you to me. When I guide you into me, I want you to remain perfectly still. If you feel that you’re getting too excited, push down on your stomach muscles like you’re sitting on the toilet. I want you to get used to being close to a woman. Just relax and follow my lead.”
Paul was speechless. He moved over very close to her.
“Pull off my panties!” Alla’s voice was very hoarse.
Paul rose up. He put both hands into the elastic at the waist. He pulled them off and hurled them onto the floor. He could still hear all of the noise coming from the open bedroom door where Edson and Melita were still frolicking. It made the moment even more exciting. He looked down at her soft blonde pubic hair. She raised her left leg in total abandon. She took his hard manliness in her right hand. She guided it into her. She was very well-lubricated. Once he was inside her, Alla tightened her muscles around his male organ very tightly. “Don’t move now! Sit perfectly still! Will yourself to relax!” She felt him totally fill her. It was a beautiful sensation. She made small talk to him to keep his mind off of what was happening. She did not want him to get too excited and ejaculate too quickly. She threw her legs over his legs. She locked them tightly so that he could not move.
Being one with her was warm and beautiful for Paul. Her body heat, softness, sweat, musky feminine odor, and her strong moist grip on his manliness gave Paul pleasure he had never imagined was possible in life. She started to move slowly and carefully as she continued to talk to him. She felt the pleasure continue to sweep through her in even stronger and longer waves. She was so sensitive down there! She could feel his excitement grow. She sensed that his male organ was close to an involuntary spasm that would spew his being into her.
“Now, swallow hard! Push down on your stomach muscles! Take your mind off of what is happening now!” He followed her instructions each time he got too excited. She would not release the vise-like grip of her legs so that he could move more freely. But each time his excitement subsided, she started to move harder and harder against him. She wanted to bring him to newer and higher plateaus of pleasure. Paul was sure they had been joined for more than two hours. The couch became drenched with their sweat. They became oblivious to the continuing loud and lewd noises coming from the bedroom. They were too lost in each other. She and Paul built up to higher and higher levels of pleasure slowly and excruciatingly.
Finally Alla lost control of herself! Waves of pleasure roared through her body! Her love canal started to experience deep and long contractions. Before she went over the edge and fell into the abyss of mindless pleasure, she dug her finger nails deeply into Paul’s back.
She shouted in a hoarse and deep voice. “Paul, fuck me now!” Her hips started to move with incredible speed and force. She moved her legs up. She locked them tightly around Paul’s back.
Paul forced himself very deeply into her. His voice became very hoarse. He felt his male organ and balls explode violently, spewing his being into Alla. He started to scream very, very loudly!
The last thing that Alla felt was the long contractions of his male organ as he exploded. When she felt this, she crashed over the brink. She started to scream very loudly. Her cries drowned out all of the other noise in the apartment. Paul felt that his male organ had grown to twelve inches. He seemed to spew into her for several minutes. The pleasure was disturbing and indescribable. He was amazed that Alla stayed locked tightly to him and continued to scream loudly for a long time after his pleasure had subsided.
They stayed locked together until early morning. She showed him many different positions. She showed him many different ways to please a woman. Their love making continued long after Edson and Melita had slumped into slumber. Alla was amazed at the strength and virility of the younger man with her.
They fell off to sleep early in the morning locked in each other’s arms. They got up around noon . They went and took a long shower together. Edson and Melita arose and joined them in the bathroom. None were self-conscious about their nudity.
They all dressed and made ready. The two couples then went to an exclusive restaurant right on the beach front. They had a long lunch of seafood platters. Edson and Melita then took them back to the club parking lot so that they could retrieve their cars. Paul escorted Alla to her Kharmin Ghia. He tried to kiss her good bye. She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Kissing’s much too personal.” She quipped to him casually. We’re only friends and dance partners. We are not a couple.” She got into her car and roared away too quickly.
Paul now had to go home to Mara and face the music. He got into his red Fusca. His tires squealed as he sped away. When he arrived home, Mara wasn’t in, thankfully. He went straight to his room, closed the door, and slept until Monday at noon . Mara was afraid to ask him where he had been. Paul and Alla remained dance partners a long time after that night. They never made love again.
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