I'll admit it. I've always had a severe bikini fetish. When I was young and began to notice that girls were cute, I couldn't wait for pool weather so that I could watch them in their swimwear. Growing up through the high school and college years, most of my summers were spent at the local pool or beaches. About the time of the late 80s and early 90s, girls even started wearing thong bikinis, and I was entranced. I purchased an early camcorder and collected quite a library of voyeur shots of girls at the beach. I would keep a running count of the number of girls observed wearing either skimpy Brazilian or thong bikinis and was happy to see the numbers increase each year.
With the emergence of the Internet, collecting voyeur pictures and VHS videos of bikinis at the beach just exploded. Websites devoted to beach culture allowed me to virtually travel to great destinations all around the world and watch the bikinis bounce. I had always heard that the thong bikini was invented in Brazil and it didn't take me long to discover that the beaches of Rio were a bikini lover's paradise. I started collecting every picture and video I could find of Rio's famous beaches. Let me know if you'd like some links.
Then one day it occurred to me - I have the money and ability - why don't I go down there for vacation and see it all for myself! I didn't know anyone that had ever ventured there for a vacation, so I began to research my ultimate bikini trip. Several travel agents were found and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Rio for two weeks of vacation.
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Holy crap! Just stepping off of the plane into the Rio airport, I could tell I wasn't in Kansas anymore. It was February, the middle of summer, and women could be seen wearing jog bras and little mini skirts walking through the concourse. Outside on the streets, there were women everywhere walking, jogging, sitting and talking outside wearing just a bikini top and shorts. Not just your usual bikini top, but the miraculous Brazilian bikini top which is probably half the usual size. I don't know what marvel of design came up with those, but they sure enhance the breasts like nothing else.
After checking into my hotel on the Copacabana beachfront, I immediately changed into my swimwear, grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach. It was late in the day but there still were hundreds of people of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors on the wide sand beach. Games of soccer, volleyball and paddleball were taking place and quite a few brave souls were in the rough surf on body boards. Above all, just about every direction I looked, there were girls in tiny bikinis. I started walking up the wide cobbled mosaic sidewalk until I found a nice crowded area to sit and watch. I spread my towel on the sand and just sat there for awhile to take in the breathtaking sights of the city and mountains behind me and the beach all around. The sun was getting low in the sky and slowly the beach emptied of sun-worshipers and the sidewalks became a roving market of food and souvenir vendors among the ever present chaotic traffic. I returned back to my room to change and find somewhere to eat.
Along the beachfront hotels on Avenue Atlantica there are small restaurants and cafes with tables and umbrellas on the sidewalk. I picked out a popular looking cafe and sat at a table to enjoy the first of many Skol beers in the steamy evening. The waitress once asked me where I was visiting from and I replied that I had come from Texas for a little vacation. She smiled and returned with another beer a few minutes later. Placing it on the table, she said "Excuse me, but the table behind you would like to know if you'd join them for a drink."
I turned around expecting to find a few other tourists drinking a beer but to my surprise there were three women sitting at the table and smiling at me. I grabbed my half empty beer and walked over to their table and introduced myself.
"We're glad you came over to join us. You looked lonely sitting there all by yourself." she said. "My name is Amanda and this is my daughter Isabel and her friend Camille."
Amanda was a very attractive woman, probably in her late 40s. She was dressed impeccably in a white summer dress which highlighted her deep tanned skin. She spoke English with a thick accent but fluently. It was impossible not to notice the large diamond ring and earrings which adorned her - she had money.
"Well thanks for inviting me over. I wanted to meet a few local people when I was here on vacation, and it looks like I've started." I said. Amanda pulled a chair between herself and Camille and motioned for me to have a seat. I sat down and offered if I could buy them another round of drinks.
Amanda laughed and said "Aren't you sweet! Don't worry about us, you're our guest tonight, let me buy you a drink."
"So how do you like our city?" asked Isabel. I turned to speak and was greeted with the warmest set of eyes I'd ever seen. She was a small girl with long straight black hair and similar dark skin like her mother. She was also wearing a light summer dress in yellow and evidently without a bra. I'd say Isabel and her friend Camille were about twenty years old.
"This is just my first evening here," I said. "Just flew in from Houston Texas this morning, and I'm really exited to be here. I've always wanted to experience the famous beaches of Rio."
After talking for a few more minutes over our drinks, Amanda asked "Would you like to come over to our apartment to cool off a little? It's quite warm outside tonight."
"Sure, that would be OK," I said. I was beginning to wonder if I was getting myself into a bad situation, but the three women were sweet and genuinely interested in meeting me. Amanda paid our bill at the cafe and we left.
After walking only two blocks we entered a high-rise apartment complex. Man, I thought, she must really have some money to afford a house only a block away from Copacabana beach. We took a small elevator up to the eighth floor. Amanda opened the door to a small but well furnished apartment. Isabel was next to me and said "Make yourself comfortable" and patted my butt as I walked through the door. Camille giggled.
I sat on the couch and immediately the two girls plopped down very close on either side of me. Amanda disappeared into the kitchen and soon came out with another cold beer for me and some sort of drinks for the girls. She then turned the TV on low and sat down in a large easy chair with a glass of wine. Everyone kicked off their shoes and relaxed.
Amanda was asking me about my job, my house, and my friends in Texas. I could tell that something was up between the girls because they were making subtle signals to each other. The alcohol was going down fine and everyone was laughing and talking and having a great time.
"So Mike, what are you going to do tomorrow?" asked Camille, putting her hand on my left leg.
"Obviously I came here to spend the week on the beach. Maybe if the weather turns cloudy I might check out Corcovado or Pau d'Acuzar. But mainly just lazy days on the beach." I said.
With a sly smile Camille asked "Would you like to meet both of us on the beach tomorrow?" Isabel also placed her hand on my right leg, much closer to my crotch and said "Come out with us, we'll have fun."
