The trip of a straight guy to Brazil

Anyway we decided to go to Rio over winter break. I won’t bore you with the details. We had a great time on the beach, walking around, going out to nightclubs, trying the local food, checking out all the hot Brazilian girls tanning without a top at the beach, going to the beach some more, you get the idea. After a few days we were both working on our tans and she looked fucking hot! I had to protect her from a number of advances… not just locals but also annoying tourists, drunks, whatever. Wasn’t too hard I’m a pretty tough guy, been in plenty of fights. And, oh yes, we spent the whole night fucking each others’ brains out, often well into the morning and sometimes afternoon. A great time!

One day though I decided to leave her at the beach on Ipanema, with a French girl we had met and become friends with. I like my gf, but frankly, I always need some time for myself, and I wanted to check things out on my own for a while. I walked around the beach for a while, had a beer with two Australian guys and checked out all the hot-ass girls walking by, went into a videogame arcade, and then I walked into a juice stand across from the apartment we had rented. I didn’t want to stay in a hotel because I wanted more privacy and it was nicer anyway. I ordered some delicious unknown-fruit medley and absentmindedly watched a soccer game on TV until a few minutes later I looked back toward the stand. I was left sort of speechless…