Ever since I came to Floripa, for Junior High, me and my best friend Denise cultivated a tradition: sitting on a bench at the main road, by the sea, to see the soldiers jogging - the Jogging GI-Joes. Whatever we may call them, just seeing that ´wave´ of tanned, strong, beautiful men passing by made me shiver. We woke up early, put on a jogging suit, set on a bench and just waited for the greatest show on Earth. It was all very innocent, but naughty in a way...

Then I went abroad for high school and college, the ´tradition´ was lost, but the memory was always alive in my mind.

Now, years later, a college graduate adult, back to the city I love so much, I decided to jog on that same avenue, by the sea, one of these mornings. I swear I had no ulterior motive - I SWEAR!!! I live at the beach, I don´t need to go there to jog, I know, but the thing is I had an early meeting with a new editor and a business lunch later, both down town. So I decided to go jogging in the mean time.

And what was my surprise when I found out their jogging time changed: it is now at 10 - same time I was there! When, from a long distance, I felt the vibration of the weight of all that testosterone hitting the ground at the same time, I couldn´t believe. But it was true, there they came, all stepping together in a perfect synchronicity, that mass of fantastic men, making music with their feet. I must confess I almost cried.

But I´m not a little girl anymore, I couldn´t just sit on a bench and watch. So I decided to breath, concentrate and keep going (Johnny Walker manner), passing right in the middle of the herd. Feeling all those greedy looks on me, inebriated with that delicious sweat and testosterone smell, I actually felt dizzy. And something (almost) impossible happened: I lost my mojo for a second, and, with that, I lost my balance. When I came back from that induced semi-trance I realized I had twisted my ankle and could barely stand up.

Obviously, that was the perfect place to lose your balance: at the same time I felt a sharp pain on my ankle and my balance go, I felt like there were an infinite number of strong hands holding me up. Oh, God, that felt good!! I almost fainted - just for the sake of it... So, the sergeant - or whoever it was who was in charge, authorized two of them to interrupt their morning routine to help me.

I don´t know if they were the most handsome, they all seemed so unbelievably hot to me, but they were two Greek statues - pardon me for the cliché. They set me down on a bench (boy, if those could talk...) and carefully examined my ankle, both very quiet. Every time one of their hands touched any part of my body I had a small orgasm. They asked me if it hearted, squeezed here, pressed there, commented on how swollen it was, but I swear to Jah in the Rastafari skies that I could not feel anything, but those small shivers running up and down my body.

As their brigade - or whatever is it called, I really could not pay attention to the name at that point - was just across the avenue where we were, they decided to take me there. I walked (not that they didn´t offer to take me, but I could not waste the opportunity to walk around holding two of them), so we crossed the street like that, a big hug of three - what a threesome...

When it was time for them to drop me at the doctor´s office and I had to let go of such gorgeous specimen, I must confess I almost cried. But they told me I´d be in good ands and there was no way I wouldn´t thrust them. I think I was hypnotized. But anyway, for a moment, this is how I thought this story would end: Steph would not get any presents from Santa, for being a bad, bad girl...

But my desolation ended the minute the door opened and I saw the most surrealistic beautiful creature on the biosphere appear before my eyes. I´m not sure if the Brazilian Army has any kind of pre selection by looks or anything, all I know is I was under the impression that anyone who looked remotely human wouldn´t be there. And that amazing monument opens a dazzling smile and says: ´Hurt your little foot, have you?´

I honestly thought I was gonna faint. I swear! So he comes help me up, puts my arm around his neck and carries me to his office. Handsome, tall, charming, caring, probably intelligent. I couldn´t resist. While he closed the door, we stood very close to each other, face to face, really, really close - completely unintentional, I tell you. But that was too much. I was already so horny for such a long time, that was too much. So I came closer to his face, but I didn´t kiss him. I just stood there for a second, with my face so close to his I could feel his breath in my mouth. That was his turn to lose his balance.

We couldn´t think about ethics, Hippocrates, love for the country - nothing. Speaking for myself, I couldn´t even think; just feel. I felt those handy hands, strong at the same time - after all, he is, first and foremost, a soldier - climbing up my back, my neck, pulling my hair while his juicy mouth sucked my lips, my tongue. His lips coming down my neck, licking, biting, eating me... I went into such a profound trance that when I came to my senses I discovered myself completely naked on his table, while he carefully "examined" every single inch of my body. I had outer body experiences. And when I came back inside, so was he. So inside of me I could barely know where I ended and he began. And each time he was out I felt like begging for him to come back inside. All perfect. Perfect morning. Perfect jog. Heavenly sex.

So I put back my tights and he escorted me to the street where there was a taxi waiting for me - no driving for a whole week - bullocks!

While we came down the path, through the gorgeous yard, towards the street, up came - back from their morning exercise routine - the troop. They watched me with the corner of their eyes, dying to turn their heads and look, but I was in company of the sergeant. I felt their looks, though, and, oddly enough, I felt horny once again.

I couldn´t make it to the meeting. Not because I couldn´t drive; I was in no emotional condition to do anything else that day. The only thing I could do was cracking open a bottle of Proseco, sitting on my favorite chaise at home and spending the rest of that fabulous day with my eyes lost on the horizon...