Maggie peered at her reflection in the mirror in the lift on her way down for breakfast. Her skin was glowing from the sun the day before, but the shadows under her eyes confirmed her lack of sleep the previous night. She hadn't woken up in her own bed and had had to sneak back to her hotel room in the early morning. Embarrassingly, she hadn't been able to find her bra. This was normally not a problem but her lacy top was completely see-through. The elderly couple she had shared her lift with on the way to her room had been polite though. The gentleman had simply wished her breasts a "very good morning."
As she ate, Maggie perused through her travel guide, and eventually made the decision to spend a day at a highly recommended beach. According to the guide, she would need to take a bus over the mountains. It all sounded good. She finished her poached eggs on toast and left the dining room with the book under her arm. As she turned the corner back into the hotel lobby she came face to face with her mysterious red-headed friend.
"Good morning", he leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. Maggie was flustered. She blushed as she started to gabble about the weather, how she was going to the beach, would he like to join her? It all came out of her mouth in one long stream. Seeing him standing in front of her in the ordinariness of the hotel reception was disconcerting. Maggie was embarrassed recalling their last 'encounter' a few hours ago.
"Would love to, but I can't come now. Can I join you later?" he asked.
"Of course, let me write the name of the beach down for you."
Maggie moved to the concierge desk and borrowed a pen. She opened her notebook, wrote down a single word; Guaruja, then tore out the page and handed it to him. He pocketed the paper and smiled his goodbye.
As she watched him enter the lift it occurred to Maggie that she still didn't know his name.
"Wait!" she called as she moved quickly to the lift but it was too late, the door had closed.
Maggie clarified directions to the bus station with the concierge and made her way back to her hotel room to grab a bag with some things for the day. She changed into a multi-coloured bikini and pulled a white sundress over the top. Her hair was getting lighter. Bleached a fairer honey colour from the sun. Maggie attempted to tie it up into a neater style. It was still curly from the shower with Anna the night before. As she brushed her teeth and finished getting ready, Maggie thought back over the previous night's encounter.
"With another woman?!?! Holy fuck!! I can't believe I did that!" Although she certainly enjoyed it, she also enjoyed that Felipe, Anna's husband had joined in. She could recall vividly the feeling of his beautiful cock spreading her lips as she slid down on him.
Maggie's pussy involuntarily moistened. It had been an incredible experience.
"Right, you horny bitch," Maggie said to herself in the mirror. "Let's go out and have some more fun."
As Maggie made her way to the lobby she suddenly had a thought; recalling last night, she wondered whether Anna and Felipe would be free to come to the beach too. Felipe would probably be working but you never know.
Maggie scribbled the directions and the name of the beach in her notebook, ripped out the page and gave it to the concierge to post to Anna and Felipe's suite. They'd both been fast asleep when Maggie had made her exit a few hours earlier.
Sliding her sunglasses down from her hair, Maggie skipped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to the bus station.
The bus to the beach was almost full and Maggie had to negotiate the aisle as the bus pulled out of the station. Squeezing between bags and legs she managed to find an empty seat right at the back next to the window. Apologising and climbing over the elderly Brazilian woman next to her Maggie settled herself down.
As the bus made its way through the suburbs of São Paulo Maggie started to drift off. The bus stopped a couple of times and Maggie was vaguely aware of people coming and going as she dozed. She hadn't had much sleep the night before. Maggie wondered whether Anna and Felipe regularly picked up women for her to play with. Well for Anna to play with and for Felipe to join in. Maggie wondered if she had been 'played' herself.
Recalling their amazing bodies Maggie felt herself getting aroused. Felipe's skin was so dark, so tanned and firm. Maggie wished she had spent more time paying more attention to his body. His cock was his most outstanding feature, begging to be licked, sucked and ridden. The moment she slid her pussy down his rock hard shaft had been electric, although it had been his wife, the beautiful Anna, that had her so turned on even before Felipe had shown up. Anna with her amazingly round Brazilian bottom. So firm. Her breasts with her dark nipples. Such a beautiful woman.
"I can't believe I kissed and stroked another woman." Maggie smiled at the memory. How soft another woman's lips were, are. How Anna had teased her, stroked her, kissed her. Maggie could feel her breath quickening, she crossed and uncrossed her legs in an effort to subside her thoughts. Her sundress was pulled up to her thighs and Maggie toyed with the idea of surreptitiously playing with herself. She knew that she was already wet at the memory of last night. When Anna had poured the oil over her back down her ass cheeks in the shower... Heavenly.
Opening her eyes Maggie noticed that the bus was now almost empty.