A Naughty Getaway Pt 01

A Naughty Getaway Pt. 01

Author's Note:

The main female protagonist has a Swiss/German accent. So I tried to emulate that in her dialogue.

Arriving in a small town in Brazil, Sandra and her husband, Lucas visited his grandma for their vacation. Sandra was skeptical when Lucas made plans because the town he mentioned was completely unknown to her. She had never heard of the location and it was even hard to locate on any maps.

But he stated that this was his parents' hometown and that they should visit his aging grandma before it was too late. Of course, Sandra agreed considering that these were her inlaws.

Her doubts would be nullified to discover that the town was beautiful. It was tucked away on the coast of Brazil, filled with serene waters, white sands, and pleasant scenery. And with its somewhat isolated location, there weren't as many people or tourists compared to the bigger vacation spots in Brazil. Sandra was happy and content with this arrangement, excited even, she was eager to relax on the beach without the worries of the clutter of crowds of people. But first, she had to meet her husband's grandma, which made her a little nervous considering her ethnicity. What would she think about her grandson being married to a European?

Sandra was from Switzerland but later moved to the United States to study medicine. That's where she met her husband, Lucas. He was very nerdy and not too physically inclined. But what attracted her to him was his intelligence and good personality. He helped her get acclimated to the U.S. and stuck by her side since she had no friends or family in this part of the world.

Standing at a modest 5'7", Sandra possessed alluring platinum-blonde hair that went to her neck thanks to her Swiss and German heritage. That, paired with her Nordic blue eyes just screamed she was from Europe. She was a stunning woman as well. With her D-cup bust, long legs, slim, yet curvy body, and serene fair skin, Sandra was quite the catch for her husband.

Lucas on the other hand was pretty average. Given his South American heritage, he had Latino features: dark hair, tanned skin, etc. Physically, he was a bit scrawny and was no taller than Sandra.

Given his unassuming appearance, most of his friends and family wondered how he even obtained such a goddess like Sandra. Nonetheless, they loved each other. They dated through college and eventually got married once they had established their careers.

-

Instead of staying at a hotel, Lucas' grandma allowed them to live at their villa for the entirety of their stay. Sandra was pleasantly surprised that she lived right next to the ocean with their backyard leading directly to the beach.

"Wow, your home is very lovely. T'ank you for allowing us to stay here," Sandra happily spoke, her German-Swiss accent lining her words; although she had a noticeable, yet subtle accent, her English was very good.

Lucas' grandma, Joana carefully held Sandra's hands and smiled. "Of course, anything for my grandson and his lovely wife," the elderly woman replied. "You have to tell me, how did you meet him??" she sounded a little bemused that Lucas was able to marry such a fine woman.

"Hmm, ve met in college. He's a sweet guy and he helped me get used to living in the States," Sandra warmly replied. "Ve started dating during school and before ve knew it, ve got married!"

Joana chuckled and nodded. "Well, that's very nice. I'm happy that Lucas met a wonderful woman such as yourself. Do you plan on having kids yet? I want to see my great-grandchildren before my time passes," the elderly woman teasingly prodded.

Sandra blushed and nervously tucked her elegant platinum blonde hair behind her ear. "Not yet... But ve will be trying for one soon," she uneasily answered. As much as they loved each other, Lucas didn't really have a high libido. They would at least have sex once a week, and even then, it wasn't as fulfilling as she would like since he didn't last very long. He wasn't the biggest either, just average. But in the grand scheme of things, Sandra didn't mind. She wasn't that acclimated to sex since she had always been on the more conservative side anyway.

Joana laughed and replied, "Ah, just teasing! There's no need to rush." Sandra chuckled. "But I hope this lovely town will put you in the mood," the grandma snuck in. The Swiss wife's mouth fell agape at her suggestive comment. But perhaps she was right. Maybe this little getaway would ignite their sex life.

After some time talking to Joana, Sandra went to the spare bedroom where she would be sleeping with Lucas. Unpacking their luggage, her husband entered the room wearing some swimming trunks and a floral button-up shirt.

Sandra couldn't help but chuckle seeing his face and limbs covered in sunscreen. "Hey honey, how was my grandma? Does she like you?"

"I think so. Ve had a very pleasant conversation," Sandra said in relief. "She said that she wants great-grandchildren."

Lucas' eyes widened. "She what?! Jeez, she loves having a big family. My brothers and sister already have kids, and she wants more??" he complained. Sandra rolled her blue eyes and continued unpacking.

"Once you're done here, let's relax by the beach!" Lucas continued.

"Sure, do you mind helping me vith this? It vill be a lot faster," his Swiss wife retorted.

"Eh about that... I- I need to get our umbrella and setup for our spot ready. Sorry, honey!" he hastily came up with an excuse, to cop out of the task of unpacking. Sandra gave Lucas a dead stare as he carefully shuffled back, before dashing out of the room not wanting to feel the daggers her eyes were giving him.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Sandra resumed her burden. "Vat am I going to do vit him..." she muttered, letting out a long, resigned sigh. As much as she loved her husband, she found it a bit annoying that he would always flake out in helping her. But as always, since she was always polite at heart, she would never object not wanting to cause problems.

-

Exiting through the back of the house, Sandra made her way to the beach. She wore an alluring white bikini, a short white sarong wrapped around her waist, and a straw sunhat.

The warm embrace of the sand against her feet and the sight of the clear blue waters eased Sandra. She was certainly going to enjoy herself during her stay here.

"Hey, Sandra! Over here!" Lucas called out, waving his arms to get her attention standing near their beach spot.

Sandra caught her cheerful husband and quickly made her way to him. She observed the setup: it was just a simple umbrella, a laid-out towel, and a beach chair. "Oh, I hope this vans't too hard to put together," Sandra said, her voice dripping with sarcasm seeing that he could have easily helped her unpacked with the amount of effort this took to assemble.

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "Erh, I- had to secure a good spot for us, love..." Sandra glanced around. There was almost no one around except a few individuals further down either end of the beach.

His Swiss wife gave him another dead stare. Lucas gulped nervously. "Ugh, I'm just joking, Lucas!" she exclaimed, playfully nudging him. "It's lovely, t'ank you." Gifting him with a tender kiss on the cheek, she carefully lowered herself down to sit on the beach chair.

Once settled, she retrieved a book from her bag and began reading it. Sandra was never one to go out and swim at the beach; she disliked the sticky feeling of salt water on her skin and sand clinging to her wet feet. Instead, she enjoyed basking in the scenery, she found it the perfect environment to read her books.

Hearing the faint noise of people walking closer in their direction, Sandra glanced up from her book to find a group of people near them. Lucas noticed this and quickly went to meet them.

It turned out they were his cousins who had come to see him. After sharing pleasant greetings and getting to know each other, Lucas and his relatives went ahead to the ocean for a nice swim in the waters.

"Are you sure that you don't want to swim? The water seems lovely," her husband tried to encourage her.

Sandra just smiled and shook her head. "I'm okay, I'm just going to vatch you guys vile I read. You go have fun now!" Lucas chuckled and understandably nodded.

Sandra watched as he plunged into the water. He splashed and tussled with his cousins. The sounds of their playful cheering and shouting were fulfilling and heartwarming. She was glad her husband was enjoying himself. His relatives all seemed very welcoming and appeared to be unfazed by her European heritage which brought her more relief.

Sandra relaxed and immersed herself in her readings. Everything felt like pure bliss. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, the gentle ocean breeze, and the bright sunny day were very relaxing. There weren't too many people to bother her while she read except the occasional ongoers strolling down the beach.

Some were other tourists who managed to discover this secret tucked away on Brazil's coast. But most were locals. The men in particular made Sandra uncomfortable since some of their stares lingered on her longer than she would have liked. Perhaps they were just curious seeing a European in their somewhat isolated town, however, it became painfully obvious to Sandra that they were ogling her upon closer examination with her watchful blue eyes. Some men even circled back a few times to get a better look at her. A shudder went down her spine. As much as she disliked what they were doing, there was nothing she could do about it, and she certainly wasn't going to ward them off and cause problems. So Sandra just ignored them.

Returning to her readings, she eventually found it a little hard to focus, being a bit exhausted from all the traveling they had done to get here. So putting her book down, Sandra laid on the towel to take a relaxing nap. Removing her sunhat, she put on some sunglasses, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her slumber.

After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sound of someone speaking to her. However, the voice was gruff and deep instead of anyone she recognized.

"Hey there, pretty lady. I haven't seen you around," the deep voice spoke directly in front of her, his Latino accent lining his words.

Opening her eyes, Sandra was taken aback by the person who obstructed her view. He was an older man, somewhere around his late fifties, or early sixties. He was bald and had a fat, burly build, and his skin had a shiny brown tone, a bit darker than Lucas', and shiny with sweat. Wearing a white tank top and simple shorts, he was maybe the same height as Sandra and had a sleeve tattoo along his right arm, he was quite the contrast to herself. The Swiss cautiously sat up as she discerned a toothy grin on his face with a distinguishable gold crown on his top left canine. Sandra thought that he was rather unattractive and somewhat crude-looking.

"Oh, um, excuse me? Who are you? Can I help you vith something?" Sandra awkwardly said as she removed her sunglasses. She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy sensing his eyes hungrily eating up her revealing form. The Swiss wife sighed, figuring that it was only a matter of time before she was approached by a man.

The man's expression became one of amusement hearing her German-Swiss accent. "Ah, apologies. My name is Bruno!" he roared. "What's your name, pretty lady?" Sandra shuddered, detecting the suggestiveness behind his tone.

"Erh, meine name ist Sandra..." she answered in German-Swiss.

"Ah, Sandra! That's a lovely name!"

Sandra slowly nodded, showing an uneasy smile. She wondered what this man wanted from her, he was giving off strange vibes. "What brings you to this lovely town? Are you here on vacation?" Bruno asked.

"Yes, I am on vacation..." she answered.

"Heh, alone I might hope?" the older man interrupted, licking his lips.

Sandra's brows arched as she skeptically leered at him. "No, I'm vith my

husband

. We're here visiting his grandma," the Swiss wife was quick to explain, she made sure to emphasize 'husband'.

"Hmm, is that right..." Bruno annoyingly squinted. Glancing behind her he noted the house not too far away. "Oh, does his grandma happen to be Joana??" Sandra nodded. "Ah! I have known her for a long time! She's a wonderful lady!"

"You don't mind if I get to know you better, do you? I love to meet new faces, we don't get them here around often. Especially a pretty one such as yourself," Bruno continued as he welcomed himself into her beach setup. Sandra's Nordic blue eyes widened as he lowered his bigger body down onto the towel with her.

Sandra swiftly sat up and cautiously scooted away from the stranger as he settled right next to her. The burly man was getting too close for comfort. "Oh, um, of course..." she politely said. As much as she didn't want to converse with this man, she didn't want to appear rude, she disliked having conflict. And even though she caught onto his flirtatious behavior toward her, he did sound like he was a genuine older gentleman. Men like him can be quite playful, especially when talking with young women, Sandra figured.

"So where are you from, Sandra? I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you visit our town before?" Sandra hastily searched for her husband only to find him nowhere to be found. His relatives were also missing. Had they left her?

"Vhere did he go??"

Sandra urgently thought to herself. She quickly glanced at her phone to see if Lucas shot her a text about his whereabouts. Nothing. And his phone was out of sight too, so that meant he must have stopped by. Why didn't he have the decency to at least inform her? It made Sandra a bit frustrated again. Even though she would get too ticked off at Lucas' inconsideration, the nefarious situation she found herself in prompted a spark of resentment toward him.

A sudden hand on her hip forced Sandra to break from her thoughts. She gasped feeling Bruno's big hand give her a firm squeeze as he pulled her close. "Oh! I'm from Switzerland," Sandra stammered, blushing a bit. He was getting a little bit too comfortable. Perhaps he was a little more than just friendly. She tried to scoot even further away, but his grip was quite impressive as he held her firmly.

"Switzerland! I've heard there were plenty of pretty ladies over there. I'm glad to know that the rumors are true!" Bruno exclaimed. Sandra felt him tug her closer.

"Yeah..." she muttered. Although he complimented her; now his intentions were apparent. She didn't appreciate the manner he conducted his praise and how he held her so casually. She was a married woman! One thing is to be flirtatious, but openly touching a woman so suggestively? Surely this was too far??

"Heh, never knew I had a thing for Swiss women until now," Bruno continued his flirty antics, his hand slowly falling from her thigh and to her soft ass.

Sandra quickly caught his wrist. "You should be careful now. I'm a married woman, remember? Didn't your mother teach you better?" she respectfully chided. It would be in her right to give him a slap for even trying to do something so crude, but her polite nature prompted her to just suck it up and endure.

Bruno temporarily pulled his hand away back to her waist; still not the best place to leave his hand, and it still made her uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't near her butt. "Ah, my mother taught me if I want something, go get it." Sandra's facial expression went flat.

"Some mother she was..."

she disappointedly thought.

"And I want you..." he stated bluntly, forcing his hand back down onto her ass, managing to sneak it under her and giving her cheek a firm squeeze.

"Oh! Bruno!" she involuntarily gasped. However, it sounded like she enjoyed his salacious advance.

"Hehe, did you like that? I can tell a woman like you loves to be touched..."

"You know nothing about me. Please move your hand away before my husband returns," Sandra tried to remain as calm and polite as possible as her cheeks blushed heavily, she had never been grabbed so salaciously like that before. She wanted to shove his hand away and retaliate with a jab or slap, but she felt that it would anger him, and she disliked conflict. So she was left in such a precarious situation, especially being a foreigner. It was getting harder to retain her composure as his squeezes were so firm and determined, that she had to even had to suppress a whimper.

"Oh, come on, Sandra," he purred. "I saw him go into town with some people not too long ago. We have some time to get to know each other some more..."

"He vent into town vithout me?? He said that ve vould go together!"

Sandra frustratedly exclaimed to herself. Now she was really getting mad at Lucas. Not only did he just abandon her to the company of this flirtatious older man, but he also went forward with the plans that they had made together! However, for the sake of her marriage, she remained steadfast in her chaste.

"Just because my husband isn't here, it doesn't give you the right to act so inappropriately," Sandra said firmly, although, the fact that Lucas left without a word still nagged at her. At least he could've said something.

Bruno chuckled and placed his free hand on her left leg, slowly tracing her smooth serene skin with his fat fingers. "And yet you're letting me..."

Sandra's eyes shot open. Why wasn't she putting up a fight against this lecherous bastard? This would easily be considered assault, but she kept allowing him to touch her. She had even grabbed his wrist but didn't attempt to push it away. Her mind raced and her stomach churned with disgust. However, his touch was making her feel strange. He was so strong... so rough... Not like Lucas...

"I- I'm just trying to let you down carefully..." Sandra politely reasoned, still attempting to be diplomatic even if it was working against her.

"It seems like it isn't working," Bruno teased, slipping his hand deeper into her inner thighs. But before he could venture further, Sandra caught his hand and insistently pushed it back.

"I think I should get going now," the beautiful blonde put her foot down, breaking from her paralyzed state and away from Bruno. She figured that instead of confrontation, creating distance between him and herself would be the best course of action before things got too far. "I vould suggest you don't show your face here again. You vouldn't vant my husband catching you talking up his wife."

"Heh! You think I'm scared of your husband??" Bruno amusingly exclaimed as he grabbed Sandra by the arm and yanked her back to him.

"Hey!" she gasped.

"I've seen him. He's just a skinny little wimp!" Sandra's eyes glared out of fury hearing him disrespect her lover. "I doubt he could even satisfy you in bed. I can tell he has a small dick. You need a real man who knows what you want."

"Excuse me?!" she replied, bemused by his statement. But as defaming his words were, she knew deep down, he was right. "He's perfectly f-fine in bed!"

Bruno grinned knowingly, catching her stutter. "Ah ah ah. And that's a lie."

Sandra ground her teeth and stared daggers at the older man. "Enough of this!"

"Don't look at me like that. I was just speaking the truth. You want to know how I know?"

"Vhat??" Sandra replied, confused.

"It's because of how uptight you are, pretty lady. I have a good eye for women that are just aching to be fucked like they deserve. And, sexy, well, you are giving off all the signs." Sandra's jaw dropped in disbelief at how vulgar this bastard was. "You can tell the truth, there's no one here except us... So tell me, does your husband satisfy you?"

The blonde Swiss just blankly stared at Bruno's aged face not knowing how to respond, his gold crown shining through his smug grin. Her involuntary silence only cemented his conclusions. "Hmm, just as I thought... I think you need a real man to satisfy you..." the burly man declared, licking his lips.