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The Resort - Second Day free porn video
Note: The resort I'm describing, of course, is fictional, but it is
based on a real one, which is located at the coast close to the city of
Angra dos Reis, in the State of Rio de Janeiro. Please notice also that
this story, in spite of being written in English, unmistakably takes
place in Brazil. Jenifer's name, therefore, is not misspelled. This is
the name of many girls in Brazil (you wouldn't guess how many "Daianas"
we do have here :-))
The resort
by Sylvia Wechsel
Second day
I woke up this morning still not knowing where I was. It took a couple
of seconds to remember everything that happened yesterday and, after
quickly probing with my hands, sensing my breasts and feeling the
nightgown I was wearing, I convinced myself that it was not an elaborate
dream. Memories of my "fashion show" came to my mind and I felt ashamed
when I realized I was thinking about a pretty skirt of that collection.
How it possible that I am so happy as a young girl? Should I really be
so satisfied by thinking in wearing girl's clothes, even considering
that, in my own perspective, 48 hours "ago" I was a well-married
heterosexual male? Was it possible that I changed so much in my missing
38 years?
I stood up and went to the toilette. I did the morning hygiene and took
a shower, taking care not to moisten my hair. I remembered the complex
ritual my wife played every time she wanted to wash her hair, and I
decided to postpone this experience until it was unavoidable. After I
finished I realized, by looking at the watch, that it was 15 minutes
before my scheduled meeting with Sara at the restaurant. I quickly
dressed myself, panties, bra, shorts, sandals and t-shirt. Placed some
bracelets in my left wrist, decided I wouldn't dare trying some makeup,
and went out of the room, slowly walking towards Celia's shop.
It was closed, of course, since it is a Sunday, but I observed the
accessories through the glass, thinking about trying some of them, and
this increased my arousal. As I reached the restaurant, I met Sara and
Jenifer having their breakfast. I joined then, taking for myself a slice
of Mellon and a glass of orange juice. Jenifer reminded me of the
promise to join the girls at the beach. As as soon Sara and I were
ready, we returned to my room, so I could dress appropriately. Sara was
already dressing a bikini top and her hips, down to the legs was covered
with a Kanga.
By Sara's suggestion I chose a white bikini, which was formed by tiny
triangular patches of fabric, joined by thin "chords", which barely
covered my genital area and the nipples, even for my medium-sized
breasts. I realized that, if it where not for the "brazilian", I would
be displaying my pubic hair for everyone to see. By dressing that, I was
feeling naked, but instead of being ashamed, I was aroused and the
prospect of walking like that through the hotel corridors made me feel
inebriated, as if I where drunk. Sara looked satisfied. We went together
and left the main building through the door which led to the beach in
front of the hotel. We found Jenifer sitting in a sport chair under a
sort of tent, which protected that area from direct sun. There where
also the typical beach blankets made of straw, which we call "esteiras".
In the restaurant Jenifer had part of her body covered by a kind of
robe. She took that out, of course, in the beach. Sara was also
partially covered with the Kanga. I already noticed before that both
girls had tattoos in their arms, but now I could see clearly that all
their bodies were covered by tattoos. Thinking about that, there is not
much difference between Celia and both girls, the amount and size of the
tattoos only seem different due to the different way the girls dress.
Celia is more "aggressively" showing her body modifications.
Sara sat in one of the "esteiras" and began spreading sun blocker in her
legs, arms, belly and face. I imitated her. Then she laid in the
"esteira" with her face down and asked me to help her, which I did,
spreading sun blocker over her back. It was an incredibly erotic
experience, to feel her silky skin with my hand. Memories of doing the
same to my wife came back to me, but now I was doing it with my delicate
hand and my painted nails.
After I helped her, she asked me to lay myself with my face down, so she
would apply the sun blocker in my back. That was really exciting, it
was my turn to feel her soft hands touching my skin, especially after
she untied the rope which kept the top of my bikini in place. The
thought that I would have my breasts exposed if I stood up made me feel
vulnerable, ... and naughty. As she finished, she tied the ropes again, to
my disappointment. After that she applied, first in herself, and then in
me, a kind of transparent lipstick, which was also a sun blocker. I
remembered my clumsy make up attempt from yesterday and tried to learn
Sara's "technique".
After that I laid myself in a beach chair under the tent and placed the
sun glasses I bought yesterday. Sara sat in another chair close to
Jenifer and the girls began gossiping again. I remained quiet and
pretended I was sleeping (OK, I guess I slept for short mperiods too).
The girls were discussing about Celia's love and sex life and I got
scandalized as they decided to describe her boyfriend's physical
attributes (meaning, his genitals). Soon, however, the girls got tired
of that and remained quiet.
It is incredibly relaxing to sit still, hearing only the sounds of a
beach. Protected by my sun glasses I watched kids and grownups playing
in the water and practicing sports, like volleyball and soccer. Then I
realized there was too much people for the size of that hotel. I asked
Sara for the reason and she explained to me that, by law (as in my
time), the coastline belongs to the state and no one is allowed to "own"
a beach or an island in Brazil. This, of course, causes trouble for
institutions like that resort, which needs to keep some privacy for
their guests. The resort solved this dilemma by allowing everyone to use
its facilities in a daily basis with a small fee. They justified the fee
by granting access to toilets and dressing rooms to the local population
(separate from those used by the regular guests), and, of course, earned
money in the bar. As a result, that place was a beloved touristic spot
for the local population during the weekend.
By pretending to be asleep I could watch the masculine population
without being noticed. I knew this was one of the reasons why girls use
sun glasses. I could admire their muscular bodies. As I already
explained, in my previous male life I was over weighted, so I could
appreciate better their perfect bodies. For the first time in my life I
noticed the bulge in front of their groins, imagining their penises
under the fabric. I realized most of them looked at us, admiring, as
they went by. They looked at me showing lust in their eyes and I felt
flattered.
We remained like that, occasionally drinking coconut water , until
(late) lunch time. This time I was starving, meaning I took a large
(well, not so large as I would take in my previous male life) piece of
grilled fish and ate it with vegetables. After lunch the girls invited
me for a sail boat ride which was leaving for the islands in front of
the hotel. Jenifer's boyfriend would join us. I was curious about the
kind of boy that exaggerated woman would be dating.
The sailboat was large and the ride was nice. I never felt seasickness
in my previous life and it seems that my present body is also resilient.
Jenifer's boyfriend surprised me. I was expecting some young, muscular
surfer, but he is about 28 years old, which makes him eight years older
than Jenifer. I think he is handsome, but this didn't fit the metal
picture I made out of him based on her behavior with us. Talking about
her behavior, she changed dramatically when he was present. Instead of
the almost arrogant woman I was used to, she was shy and in every
opportunity she was kissing or hugging him. She reminded me of a pussy
cat. Her boyfriend, Carlos, lived in the nearby city and he brought his
younger brother, Jos?, with him. Jos? is 24 years old and he fits the
description of a muscular surfer. I realized he was looking at me when
he thought I was not noticing and, of course, I caught myself paying
attention to his body.
As part of the sailboat ride we were allowed to disembark in the beach
of an isolated island. Jos? spent all the time close to me and invited
me to walk, he wanted to show me the rock formations at the end of the
beach. I was unsure, but Sara convinced me to do it. As we departed, he
kept walking at my side. I noticed at each step he gave, he approached
his hand from mine. I knew what he wanted to do, but played the innocent
fool. Finally he took my hand and I didn't withdraw it. We walked until
we reached the rocks. I stood there, facing him and he cautiously
approached his face from mine, until he kissed me. I could not believe,
I was kissing a man... and I liked it! Even by writing this down, I feel
my pussy getting wet.
We returned hand in hand and as we reached the others, the girls began
bombarding me with questions, until, blushing, I admitted we kissed. I
admitted we are "staying together" (an actual slang I learned from the
constant gossiping of the girls). Sara observed, with obvious
satisfaction, my adaptation in the role of a girl.
After we returned to the resort, I realized I was tired and, after
saying goodbye to Jos? (kissing once more), we scheduled a meeting for
tomorrow night, in the local disco. I returned to my room, undressed
myself, and reached for my clitoris with my index finger. I began
masturbating for the first time as a girl, and soon I got my first
orgasm. I "helped" my wife many times in the past, but it is obviously
different to feel this in my own body.
After I calmed down sufficiently to write these lines, I started
thinking about what happened. My behavior is intriguing: should I not
feel weird for what happened at the rocks? For God's sake, in my
perspective, 48 hours "ago" I was an heterosexual male, and now I'm
fantasizing having sex with Jos?! As I wrote yesterday, in my youth I
secretly crossdresed in hiding, but never came through my mind going
beyond these experiences. Is it possible that I changed so much in the
missing 38 years? Did I became a homosexual?
In my previous life I remember reading a book called "I will fear no
evil" by Robert Heinlein (I always enjoyed this kind of stories). In
this book the main character gets his brain transplanted to the body of
a young girl (if I remember right, it was his secretary). Contrary to
what happens to me, however, the girl's soul "survived", what caused
enormous confusion. I feel nobody else in my brain, but this body
clearly has its own feeding habits, enjoys dressing as a woman and,
principally, gets turned on by kissing a guy, without shame. Is it
possible that this is a "phantom" influence of my body's donor? This is
creepy. I want to see if I'll be able to sleep, with these thoughts.
Perhaps I'll masturbate again.
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