Birthday Tradition
This week, Caco “the Old War Horse” called me, saying that he was coming to celebrate his 32nd birthday. Caco’s birthdays are always great!
The funniest thing was that this reminded me of the first time that something happened between him and me - his 16th birthday. Holy Mother of God, I didn’t realize it’s been so long!! I was still 15 and he was turning 16. Our families were friends, we had known each forever, but that day was different. Something was different about him. It probably had something to do with the power of the “Cuba-libres” that he fixed for me that night, but who knows. The two of us left the barbeque at his house to walk along the banks of Lagoa da Conceição by ourselves…
We sat down, chatted about nothing and when I stumbled (I was lucky not to have fallen into the lagoon) we became locked in a big kiss and his hand rose jauntily and caressingly up my blouse. I didn’t struggle. He sat me on his lap with my back towards him, took the hair from my neck and while he kissed my neck, my shoulders and my back, he held my breasts as if they were trophies. I squirmed and smiled and had goose bumps all over! Then he turned me around, took off my blouse and licked me all over. How delicious! I have more goose bumps just thinking of it.
I, always ready for fun, decided to play innocent and asked if that was oral sex. Hahahaha! I’m toomuch even for myself sometimes...
A lot more happened on every one of his birthdays after that.
On his 30th, because we couldn’t find a more interesting place, we wound up in a motel (in Brazil motels are places where lovers sneak away and pay by the hour) – the ultimate cliché! To try to make things less obvious ( I think the obviousness is what bothers me most about a motel), I took my dress off in the car. He went wild! When we arrived, I got out in just my Manolo Blaniks and one of my skimpiest panties. He went wild! We left there Sunday night! The biggest motel bill in the history (did I mention his birthday was on a Friday??)
He eventually got married and soon again divorced - his ex became a lesbian – and he called to invite me to celebrate his 32nd birthday. Great! And the celebration fit the tradition.
After the party, we went to a rock bar here in Floripa to enjoy some music and have another drink.. As Cazuza said: “Another drink? of course I’m ready, the night is never over...” After a few more shots and beers he sat me down on a tall bar stool and stood by my side with a hand on my thigh. Then he turned to me, looked in my eyes while his hand slowly slid closer. The bar was full, no one would notice... Well, nearly no one, at least. While one of his fingers pushed my panties aside, the other began to caress me and drive me crazy!! Then another and another, I had to use all my yogi self-control to keep from squirming, moaning and shouting among all those people.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he came close, licked my neck, bit my ear and whispered, “its time to get out of here”.
I left in a frenzy, anxious to get in the car. Since we were already in the neighborhood, we went to his parents house by the lagoon. Everyone was asleep and we slipped along outside to a wooden lookout with a view of the water. Its a bit far from the house with no lights –perfect on a starry night .
He sat down on the bench that surrounded the deck and pulled me close. I opened my legs and straddled his lap. I leaned back looking up to the spectacular night sky! Meanwhile, he let the straps of my dress fall from my shoulders. He kissed my neck, my belly, my chest. Then he pulled me close, kissed me on the mouth and played under my panties. I shivered at each touch.
I slowly opened his belt, fiddled with the buckle, carefully opened his zipper and stopped, resisting the temptation to feel my hands full. Until I gave in, fell to my knees in front of him and succumbed to the temptation of filling my mouth. And continued to see stars...
Then he pulled me back to his lap and I playfully rocked there for hours. He held me tightly, squeezed, pulled and released me, letting me lie on my back. I opened my eyes and saw the marvelous sky. I felt the asteroids exploding within me.
Then it was morning. Exhausted, we slept: Caco lying on the deck; me, lying on Caco. I have to admit that walking through his house at 3 in the afternoon and stopping to talk with his mother, father, brother, brother-in-law, nephew and parrot with my clothes from the night before was not totally comfortable ... but I would do it all again, repeating each movement, without changing a thing.
I get shivers just thinking of his 33rd birthday.
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