101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  Her dark-toned body was perfectly shaped. It was all womanly curves – large, droopy breasts, a bit of a bump in the belly, beautiful ass. And she was also quite pretty, with black curly hair treated with bronze highlights on the top of her head and waxed into a thin line on her vagina.

  They had a lot to drink when they first tried cunnilingus. Belen’s parents were sleeping in the room across hers, and very soundly too. After all, they had nothing to be suspicious of. Belen brought the tall and striking blonde beauty with funny American accent in her Brazilian, Eva Carlton de Albiol, and not some high school guy with raging hormones.

  No one would know that Belen’s tongue was on Eva’s clitoris or that Eva was licking the sweet juices from their finger action a few minutes earlier. They would kiss, fondle each others’ breasts, suck on each others’ nipples and squirt cum into each others’ faces.

  But that relationship was transient. When Eva started college, she also moved on and had other affairs.

  Of course, this is the cause of the consternation of her mother who wanted a little bundle of joy to take care of, and her father, who was had very traditional beliefs.

  Her mother, Adelaide Carlton, is American socialite from South Carolina but she fell in love with Brazil when she first saw it. What made her decide to stay was her father, Raul de Albiol, who was born in Paraiba, a small province in the Northeast region of Brazil.

  The family owns a small travel and tours company and she runs the office in Rio and Sao Paulo. Despite being in one of the most populated, modernized places in the whole world and flocked to by numerous tourists every single year, her father is a tad more traditional compared to others.

  In short, her dad didn’t really like it.

  They try to be civil with each other when they see each other during business meetings or family gatherings. But he always pushed some guy at her – she hated that.

  And this, on her brother’s birthday, is no different from all those other times.

  “He’s old. And you’re his only girl.” her mother crooned; the Southern accent in her voice more mellow but still apparent.

  Her irritation was pretty obvious in the way she chopped the tomatoes. “I accept that he would never approve,” she thought of the right word, “But mamãe, what I’m asking for is just a little understanding,”

  “He understands that,” Adelaide assured her and added, “Stop waving that knife around – you’ll kill someone.”

  She crushed one of the tomatoes carelessly. “If he did, he would not be parading a string of men in my face.” Then she added a string of curses in her native dialect because of what happened to her vegetable.

  “Your father and I do not mind that you are lesbian-” she held her hand up when her daughter opened her mouth and tried to speak again, “But you also have to understand that your father is old and quite set in his ways. Why not just let him throw those men at you? It makes him happy,”

  “It makes him happy to see me miserable?” Eva whispered questioningly.

  Her mother shook her head at that. “It makes him happy to see you so ruffled when there’s a handsome man near you. He thinks that they affect you in some level,”

  Eva ground her teeth. Of course, they affect her in some level. They were irritating, arrogant cocks that’s what they were, and they pissed her off. Once they find out she’s lesbian – a very pretty and sexy one at that – they all want to be the one to change her mind about her sexuality.

  At one point, the man her father brought, a banker of some sort in Rio, almost raped her with his eagerness. Armando what’s-his-name just grabbed her from behind and tore her pretty yellow sun dress to ugly shreds. That was her favorite.

  For a while, her father did not push men at her. And thanks to the insistence of her brothers who were very angry with what that banker Armando tried to do, the respite ended for quite a while. It almost lasted a year actually, making her think that her father has really given up!

  But just two months ago, Raul de Albiol sent two men over in her office. One was the step-son of his third or fourth cousin and the other was some lawyer from Rio. Both were handsome and successful in their own rights.

  But both weren’t women.

  And the incident with the banker Armando was difficult to put behind you.

  “I’d never forget...” she said in a small, low voice. She didn’t have to say more.

  Adelaide breathed deeply then sat on one of the benches near the window, staring at the party outside. “Your papa is very sorry about that.”

  “I know. So he has to understand that I can’t be with a man.”

  Her mother had that bleak, desperate look. She was near to tears already but sighed once more and walked closer to her daughter, embracing her. “Darling, your father’s heart is failing. The doctor says that he may not live until next year.”

  Eva’s body stiffened, her heart was thudding hard in her chest, her breathing hitched. “What?”

  “Please give him a chance. All he needs is the thought and the sight that you are with a nice, young man who will give you babies. It does not have to be real, darling. Just let him see you with some man. Please.”

  ===

  Eva was still in shock at what Adelaide told her. But her mother made her promise not to tell anyone about Raul’s heart problem, least of all Raul himself. So she sat there, drinking a concoction of fresh coconut juice, pineapple shake and rum, waiting for her father to come to the party.

  Three hours later, already in her seventh glass of the highly alcoholic drink, a very tall and handsome man, maybe in his early 30s, walked up to her mother and gave Adelaide a peck on the cheek.

  She doesn’t know what made her look at the man but there was something very magnetic about the way he carried himself.

  He was over six feet tall, had wide shoulders which indicated that he was probably muscled all over and was golden all over. His features were that of a Caucasian – high-bridged nose, well sculpted cheekbones, chin and jaw, straight dark brown eyebrows and very sensual lips. But his tan seemed very natural.

  He must have felt her steady gaze on him because he turned his head at him and stared at her. He had eyes the color of the clearest, greenest pool of freshwater. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her cheeks flush under his very intent look.

  The cool green gaze assessed her from head to foot and, when he returned to meet the warm brown stare, his lips slightly turned up in the edges.

  If it was possible to redden even more, well she just did that then. It must be the alcohol, she assured herself.

  Eva turned her back to him and walked into the house, the cool glass still in her hand. The cool breeze blew into the house which comforted her a bit. At least the sun’s rays did not reach the porch yet.

  “One more look at him,” she told herself, “and this giddy feeling so unfamiliar to her will be gone.”

  As soon as she did, she almost collided with a hard chest. She raised her chin up and saw the green devilish glint in his eyes coupled with the sexiest grin she has ever seen a man make.

  For some reason, she felt like she was in deep trouble.

  ===

  “I’m Caleb Nolan.” he told her, stepping back a bit after an apologetic word in his upper class British accent.

  She nodded, trying to find the right words to say. “Eva de Albiol.” she said in a low tone, giving her right hand to him to shake.

  He received the hand and, once their fingers met, Eva felt the sudden jolt of sexuality that he was exuding. He must have felt that too since his green eyes darkened, turning almost murky.

  If pheromones were being emitted at the moment, well, she probably got a sniff already because her panties were damp with her juices and, if she looked down at her breasts, she’d see the nipples hardening beneath the light blue full-length dress she was wearing.

  “I figured you were,” he said after a while. “Blonde hair, blue eyes – those are about right. But your father told me you were
lesbian,” And then he looked at the sensitized nubs straining in her chest, wanting to be touched, pinched, licked – by him. “I quite doubt the lesbian part.” he finished with a smile when he looked back at her.

  The realization that this man was the new one her father invited for her to meet was like a splash of cold water on her face. She just hoped that her whole body could be jerked into consciousness because she still felt the thrumming sexual excitement in her belly. What was wrong with her?

  “Nearly accurate,” she retorted harshly.

  Usually, she fended off male suitors like this with her sharp tongue. She was about to wield it when her mother appeared with her father from God knows where.

  “Ah you have met!” Eva’s mother exclaimed. Raul’s arm was around her shoulder.

  The sight of her father, the graying hair and mustache and the obvious lines in his forehead and under his eyes made Eva’s eyes water. She breathed deep. OK, she thought to herself, just this once. She’ll flirt with this man; maybe kiss him even, to make her father happy.

  But only this once!

  “I have invited him to stay at the beach house, mamãe.” she said completely out of the blue.

  She would have laughed at their reactions. The hand on Adelaide’s shoulder dropped, limp on Raul’s side. Adelaide’s jaw dropped open. Caleb simply raised his eyebrows in question, although he kept the grin still plastered on his face.

  “It’s just a few blocks from here, actually.”

  “Shall we, then?” he asked nonchalantly.

  Although Eva was a bit shocked and irritated that he immediately jumped in the opportunity of being alone with her, she really couldn’t blame him. It was her who practically invited him.

  Raul’s voice sounded choked when he found his voice to speak. “Are you sure, meu filha?” he said, wariness creeping into his voice.

  “Of course, papai!” she assured her father, although she thought about his worry quite odd. If he was the one who brought Caleb, why would he be troubled about leaving with him alone?

  She shrugged her worries off and grabbed onto Caleb’s arm. She felt the muscles bunch beneath her fingers and that caused another spurt of desire in her, closer to the juncture of her thighs.

  “Vamos!” she told him, sending flying kisses to her parents.

  “Com licença, Senor de Albiol, Senhora de Albiol,” he said in a low, respectful tone, and let Eva pull him to the gate and into the street.

  ===

  Like she promised, the walk to her beach house only took less than ten minutes. Of course, she dawdled around the neighborhood; talking to people she’d meet, asking how they were – just so she would never have to face the steady, burning green gaze which was on her all the time.

  “There it is!” she exclaimed, pointing to a small wooden A-house surrounded by large, leafy plants and hanging orchids.

  He can hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore from here which meant that the beach was nearby. Besides that, the ground already had a layer of grey sand. Because of the heat outside, Caleb took his sweat-dampened shirt when he reached the tiny porch.

  When Eva saw his well-made, lean chest and torso, her throat suddenly became a bit scratchy. “I’ll allow you to stay here until dinner time. After that, you must leave.”

  His sharp gaze turned to hers, but his voice was merely curious when he asked, “Why?”

  “I don’t have to explain. As my father has said, I am lesbian. I like eating pussies, not sucking dicks.” she told him, straight to the point.

  He didn’t comment on that, letting her think that she has the upper hand.

  Caleb knew a lot about her, from what her mother has been saying. Besides liking women over men, Eva was slightly traumatized with what some asshole did to her a year or so ago.

  And contrary to what she believes, it wasn’t her father, Raul, who invited him over. It was Adelaide. But he wasn’t disclosing that yet.

  “Aren’t you going to ask about me?” he asked her, sitting on a small bench in her porch. “After all, you invited me here.” he pointed out.

  She shook her head.

  But he told her anyway.

  Caleb is the current owner and operations manager of the humble airline company, Bahia Air, which primarily provides flights within Brazil. Just last year though, they started buying larger aircrafts and expanding their flight schedules to nearby South American countries and the Caribbean.

  Eva was impressed. Now she remembers his name, reading it in one of the memos sent to her. Their travel agency often used Bahia Air because it was inexpensive yet had great service.

  “My mother says I’m not bad to look at,” he added, and she agreed with that, her eyes flickering over his abs and lean, muscled arms. But she didn’t show it. “No girlfriend as of the moment.” he said, winking at her. “And I’m attracted to you.”

  “Senhor Nolan, if you are thinking that I’d be seduced by you, you are very much mistaken.” she stated casually, even if her pulse was throbbing wildly beneath her skin.

  He answered with a smirk as he stood up. Then he began untying his rope belt, unzipping his thin cotton pants and letting it fall to the ground. He was left with a pair of very small, plain black boxers. He was really swarthy, lean muscles all over.

  “What are you doing?” she asked angrily, her temper firing up because the sexual need in her was about to burst.

  She wanted to go to her bedroom and start fingering herself. But his unwavering stare fixed her in place, the desire snaking around her belly and slowly spreading to other parts.

  “I’ve only one question, Senhorina de Albiol.” he said as he stepped forward to close the short distance between them.

  Although the best thing to do to deal with these new found sensations she’s having is to steer clear of it, she forced herself to stay put on the spot. When Caleb reached her, his hand crept up her arm, shoulder, neck, until he was cupping her jaw gently.

  Eva ground her teeth. “Ask your question, Nolan.”

  His handsome grin was back. “Are you always in a hurry for everything?”

  Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt something poke in her belly. She doesn’t have to look down to see that his penis was jutting up proudly, tenting his boxers. What was surprising was her reaction to it.

  The desire exploded in her middle, wetting her panties even more. The nipples were so hard, straining against her cotton dress that she wanted to pull it down so Caleb can kiss it.

  “Ask. Now.” she said through her teeth. “Then leave.”

  He shrugged. “Has a man fucked you properly already?”

  Her face flamed because the truth was, she has never tried it with a man before. Her ex, Louisa, a big-breasted girl who she has all night lick-fest with now and then, liked fucking boys on the side too. She said that she has proven that she really is a lesbian because she has tried cocks already.

  A few seconds ticked by and she still couldn’t give him an answer. That was enough encouragement for him to pull her to his and touch his lips to her ears.

  “I take that as a no.” he whispered, nibbling her soft earlobe, moving towards her fine jaw, “So what do you say and let us give this a try?

  And because she was tingling with desire all over, she allowed his mouth to skim over hers. His lips were soft and hard at the same time. He was compelling her to open her mouth and, when she did, his tongue slipped in and forced hers to mate with his.

  Eva’s hands came up around his nape, pulling his head down to hers as her body clung to him. Caleb’s hands cupped her backside, pulling the thin sheet of cotton that was her dress up to reveal her beautiful legs.

  When his hands touched the cotton underwear and felt the dampness spreading, he smiled through their entwined lips. “I’ve never had lesbians this responsive before, Eva.” he said, his voice muffled with desire. “Come to think of it, I’ve never had lesbians at all.”

  Caleb swiftly lifted her in his arms before she can say anythi
ng in retort and carried her inside the wooden cottage.

  The whole area was small but looked warm and comfortable. There was a set of wicker chairs on the left, a wooden table for four on the right, a kitchen counter at the back and a small room which may be the toilet.

  Wooden staircase beside the toilet led to the loft above which had a nice terrace overlooking the living and dining room and covered for privacy with beaded curtains made of bamboo and glass drops.

  The staircase was a bit narrow but he managed to walk up with Eva in his arms and not fall on his face. He did that very carefully, his mouth still locked with hers. He figured that she might suddenly change her mind about what they were doing.