While I was searching Flickr for Creative Commons pics of Rio de Janeiro, I ran across many sexy ones, and I figured I’d add them in a second post. My first post of this city showed some of the beautiful parts, and now for some of the sexy parts:
Congratulations to Germany and Argentina in making it to this year’s World Cup final! Actually, congratulations to all the athletes who played in the games. You’ve given us viewers many amazing matches of The Beautiful Game.
Also, I’ve had fun finding Flickr photos of the cities in Brazil where the World Cup games have been played. I’ve discovered parts of Brazil that I never knew about (my knowledge of Brazil was very small to begin with). I had to save Rio for the last day of the World Cup. What a beautiful city!
“I don’t know why I bother showering,” Nikkia says. “As soon as I’m done, I just start sweating again. I’ve never been so hot in my life.”
She lies on the bed, sliding on her stomach, stretching her arms in front of her.
“You’ve never looked hotter,” Terry says, turning from his laptop and admiring the view of her shoulders, back, butt, and legs.
He doesn’t see her roll her eyes, but he knows she does it as she says, “Oh, please.”
He grins at her, which she can’t see, then he returns his attention to the laptop’s screen. Nikkia’s arms stop their stretch and hug a pillow, her cheek resting on the soft fabric.
She watches him sitting at the desk and working at his computer. “How were the photos today?” she asks.
“Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. It’s unbelievable. Every day, it’s the same thing. I could stay here for a year and still see new things.” He sighs as he closes the laptop. “But we only have a few more days. And I’ll be taking shots like crazy.”
Smiling, Nikkia says, “An artist with a new subject. Like you were with me after we met.”
“No, it was after you got comfortable with me. It wasn’t right after we met.”
“Mmm-hmm. I had to make sure you had good intentions. I don’t pose for just anybody.” She rolls over. Her hand makes a gliding journey down her body, like they had done their first day of their trip here, sliding on the river in a boat to get their first close-up look at the rainforest.
“I’m glad I passed the test,” Terry says as he gets out the chair and stands above her, looking down at her, again admiring the view. After a long moment, he bends down and kisses her lightly. First on the lips, then on her nipples.
Nikkia sighs with the kisses and says, “Don’t you dare. I just took a shower. You’re going to make me even hotter and sweatier.”
“And the problem is?”
“The problem is I’m worn out from the hike. Aren’t you tired from all that?”
“Sure,” he has to admit. He gives her nipples one more kiss, then takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I better shower, too. Clean up before bed.”
“You’ll be more welcome in here if you do. Hey, can I look at your photos while you’re in the shower?”
“Of course.” Terry hands her the laptop then hits the shower.
Nikkia sits up in bed, opens the laptop, and launches the photo viewer. Color bursts from the screen, as if her eyes had been used to seeing drabness, and suddenly a rich world has opened before her, with all the colors more vibrant than she’d ever seen.
We’re definitely not in Kansas any longer, Toto.
Clicking through the photos makes Nikkia feel like she’s back in the rainforest, walking on the trail, immersed in that loud, hot, amazing world. The thousand shades of green. Plants are thick and wild, grown without any limitation in this hothouse. The callings of brilliant birds as colorful as the flowers. This is nature as a lover, not as a mother. This is nature madly in love with life and pleasure and color and plants and animals. This is nature seducing you with her kaleidoscopic eyes.
Yet, there’s discomfort in the jungle, too. Nikkia remembers that as she scrolls through the pictures. Sweating in the intense heat, her clothes long ago soaked and sticking to her skin. Then there’s the fear of what lies beyond what she can see. Beauty is out there, but also danger. Jaguars, spiders, and snakes. Insects bigger than any she’s seen before. Nature could seduce you with those sultry eyes of hers, but she could also bite.
Still, though, it’s well worth it to walk in her, surround yourself with her and inhale her spirit, for she has deep resources to share. You inhale her and take her into yourself and let her breathe with you. She becomes part of you.
Nikkia is deeply grateful for joining Terry on this assignment. She hasn’t gone with him on all of his photography trips, since her work schedule doesn’t allow it every time. And then there have been some locations that didn’t exactly interest her. She had been fine with skipping his photo tour of barns in Kentucky. But this one, in the rainforest, she is very thankful for tagging along.
She’s still immersed in the photos when Terry comes out of the bathroom, showered and towel-dried, and he stretches onto the bed beside her. Laying on his side watching her. Matching her in nakedness. Clearly pleased that she has been looking through his photos.
“What do you think it would be like to live in the rainforest?” she asks, not taking her eyes off the pictures.
“You mean a ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane’ kind of thing?”
They both think of a Tarzan-like house high in the trees. Tree limbs tied together make up the floor and walls, with thick tropical leaves as the roof. A simple bed in the corner. Luscious, sweet fruits always on the table. The talking of macaws and other birds always coming through the windows.
“It’d be great for getting away for a little bit,” he says. “But remember, we wouldn’t have air conditioning. And snakes have no problem climbing up trees.”
“Hmm. Yeah, that’s true. Let’s just go into the jungle in day trips like we’re doing.”
She shuts down the laptop and closes it and slides it on top of the night stand. Then she turns to him, her hand laying on his shoulder and gliding down him, down his ribs and belly, and stopping at the curve of his ass.
“Besides,” she says, “I don’t look that great in cheetah print. Now and then is nice, but not all of the time. A girl needs more variety in her wardrobe.”
“But that’s a good idea for a photo shoot when we get home. You in some cheetah print lingerie.”
She can’t help but smile. “I like it. Show my wild side.”
He matches her smile, saying, “And I love it when you show that.” He slides toward her like a snake and kisses her, a kiss that proves to her that he means those words.
When I learned that Manaus is in the Amazon rainforest, I decided to do a separate post just for rainforest pics. And I wrote a story about a couple enjoying the rainforest (to come in a separate post). I got a little carried away when I researched jungle photos on Flickr. Just so much gorgeous stuff out there, and talented photographers who capture it. Click on each pic to jump to the photographer’s Flickr page.
We’ve seen many coastal cities in our tour of World Cup cities, and now we dive deep into the rainforest with Manaus. FIFA’s profile of this city describes what must be quite a sight:
“The very location of the city of Manaus is one of its most remarkable attractions: the confluence of the rivers Negro (Black) and Solimões (how the Amazon River is known in this part of Brazil). The dark-coloured waters of the former and the muddy waters of the latter flow side by side for over 18 kilometres without mixing, forming one of the Amazon’s most majestic sights.”
[After I wrote a story of a couple getting hot in the kitchen, Wet Bliss (who writes very sexy posts, by the way) threw out a suggestion of moving from the kitchen to the woods. So let's get outside for some fresh air. Please know that this is erotic fiction meant for mature readers only.]
It was one of those times that she didn’t want to end. A break from the realities of work and other responsibilities. A break to embrace living and to love, a break to hold onto as tightly as she could. But even with that tight hold, it would eventually end.
Knowing that the break would end made Kiera enjoy it all the much more. Her sun-soaked face brightened at the view of the valley before them, and she shone so brightly that her face could’ve been a second sun.
Her loins still throbbed with the orgasm and the deep thrusting of Robert’s cock. Or, rather, her thrusting down on his cock, since she had ridden on top of him, like a cowgirl riding on a horse that somehow took flight and soared far above the valley, among the clouds. But she and Robert had flown far faster than those thick puffy clouds that lazily drifted by as if they had all the time in the world. Because they did.
After making love, Kiera felt like she also had all the time in the world. All the time to bask in the afterglow of the enormous orgasm when she—inspired by the openness of the valley beyond—had let loose her voice more loudly than she had ever done before. Something about not being trapped in by four walls. Something about the expanse of air that went on forever. Letting loose like that, yelling out with all the force and voice that she had, was relieving. A letting go of stress. A tremendous release. An exaltation of pleasure.
She liked having his come inside of her, mixing with her juices, as she absorbed the view of the valley. It felt natural. A combining of male and female, a joy of two people, a making of love. A creating love. A joy of love.
Kiera and Robert had come here to do just that. That morning, each of them had called into work and claimed they were sick, that something they had eaten in a seafood restaurant the night before had done a number on them. It was a story their bosses commiserated with, said they were sorry to hear it, and told them to rest up and come back tomorrow.
It was a story that Kiera and Robert had giggled over after hanging up with their bosses. Everyone has had an experience with a nasty stomach bug, and had spent painful hours dealing with it. A great excuse for not going into work.
And it was a perfect day for going out to the woods. Going to a hiking trail that was crowded on the weekends, but barely anyone was there on week days. With the freedom from not going into work, Kiera and Robert could enjoy that.
They packed a lunch of prosciutto, Genoa salami, provolone cheese, a loaf of crusty Italian bread, olives, and a red wine on the light, fruity side. A couple of water bottles to keep them hydrated. And a couple of peaches to end the meal.
Their hopes of avoiding crowds were fulfilled when they pulled into the trail head and saw only two cars in the parking lot. They shouldered their backpacks—his with the food and wine, hers with a blanket and water—and started on the trail. Soon, an older couple on their way back to the parking lot said a smiling hello to them. This older couple had come for an earlier walk, and Kiera wondered if this was a daily ritual for them. A beautiful way to spend retirement, walking in nature with your loved one. The memory of the smiling older couple stayed with Kiera as she and Robert walked onwards, deep into the woods. She hoped she and Robert would be doing this when they were older, when they didn’t need to call in sick to work to snatch a free day for themselves.
The air was cool with all the trees creating a shady, leafy ceiling above them. Strong tree trunks stood proudly all around, the woods thick with their beauty. The trail snaked around them, moving up and up in a gentle angle. Then the angle grew, and the trail became more rocky. Which made for slower and more fun going. Instead of simply walking, Kiera and Robert had to also scramble over rocks that jutted out here and there on the trail. Kiera thought about the older couple tackling these rocks, and figured this hike must’ve helped to keep them in good shape. Physically as well as spiritually.
Eventually, all those strong tree trunks ended as the trail reached the edge of the mountain. The hikers stopped to drink water and drink in the view of the valley stretching out in front of them. The mountain they were on sloped dramatically down, and then the valley took over, flattening out, rich with trees, then becoming more of a patchwork of trees, farms, and smaller plots of lands with houses—all divided by roads. A patchwork of nature and people living close to it. Much closer than Kiera and Robert’s home in the suburbs.
The trail followed the edge of the mountain, giving the hikers glorious views of the valley. They continued on the trail until they found a perfect spot that was a bit off the trodden walkway. The spot was secluded from the trail by a towering rock. There was a small flat area where they could lie down or sit and rest their backs against the towering rock that hid them from anyone who might’ve walked by on the hiking trail.
Of course, when Kiera burst out in orgasm, that person would’ve heard her loud and clear. But when the bliss engulfed her, she was beyond caring about that.
When they discovered the hidden spot, they spread the blanket and unpacked their lunch and ate with a view better than any restaurant they’d been in. Even restaurants with good views still had roofs and windows. This lunch spot had neither, and instead opened up to the sun and air and breezes. Lunch was delectable, as they cut slices of the crusty bread and adorned them with provolone, salami, and proscuitto. Olives on the side for the tang of vinegar. All washed down with the light red wine. They ate, and they enjoyed the flavors and the rest from the walk and the view that they kept marveling over and imagined that they’d never grow tired of it.
After lunch, they rested more with their backs against that towering rock that protected them from the eyes of other hikers on the trail. They rested with the food and the walk still lingering in their bodies.
And then they loved. They kissed, undressed each other. Slowly, with no rush at all. When each piece of clothing was put to the side, they felt like they were closer to worshiping the beauty around them, the towering rock and the valley, the trees and sun and clouds. When they were completely naked, skin on skin, and kissing each other, they felt even closer to that worship. The sun warmed their bodies in response. Robert lay down, and Kiera straddled him, feeling like a cowgirl riding on a horse that somehow took flight and soared far above the valley, among the clouds. Up in the air, high above the valley, they flew in love and pleasure for a long time. When Kiera burst out in orgasm to Robert’s finger on her clitoris, she cried out to the trees, clouds, rocks, sun—everything around them, seen and unseen. She felt that everything smiled back at her and enjoyed her rapture, glad that she and Robert came to visit on this wondrous day.
Recife looks to be a beautiful city with a long stretch of beach right next to buildings. Meaning “reef” in Portuguese, this city was the capital of the Dutch colonies back in the 1600s. There’s more about the city over at FIFA.