My plane just landed in Rio the Janero, Brazil which marked the start of my summer vacation with my dad. My dad and mom met when my dad came to Boston, from Brazil, on an exchange program for his final year of high school, they were both in the same class and the co-ed soccer team. I was the result of that brief reunion and since then I've been shuttled back and forth. I spent every summer, a week either at Christmas or the following week, it alternated, and usually two weeks during the mid-winter break. I was always happy to visit with my dad and that side of the family. I had two live grandparents, an uncle who was four years older than my dad and an uncle who was three years younger and on aunt that was seven years younger than my dad. My older uncle had three boys of his own age 16, 18 and 19.
My dad, Marco, married Laura upon graduating college, they are both 36 years old, I believe. Laura was a shockingly beautiful woman from Columbia who was in the same college program as my dad and who always treated me well during my visits. Together they had two boys, my half-brothers, Adrian (15) and Alexander (13). I liked them well enough despite being generally obnoxious.
I usually loved spending the summers with my dad but this was the year between high school and entering college in the fall, so it would have been great to spend some time with my friends. But since I had been accepted at Harvard for business on partial scholarship and the rest with the support of both my parents, I'd still be there in the fall. I was pretty lucky.
In fact, I was more than pretty lucky when looking at the whole picture. I was a 5'9" half-Brazilian, half-Caucasian woman with olive skin, long, highlighted, black hair, near zero percent body fat with a nice small waist and a decent sized bust. I'm not big, but I'm not small either. I'd like to say I was hot and I am sure all of the guys at school would agree. That was another reason I loved summers in Brazil: the boys. The hot, hot boys... and men. All perfectly sized and tanned, white teeth and tight, well-filled Speedos. The all new craze were sungas, or boxed Speedos which always get me hot.
The customs and immigration lines were already long, but today felt endless. After nearly 6 hours in the airplane I wanted to unpack, shower and fall asleep in one of the reclining chairs in my dad's backyard sipping on a long island ice tea. After retrieving my suit case I made my way out of the airport where I was met by my dad.
I can't explain it, but I was blown away suddenly by how attractive he was. I had never seen him with scruff before but it suited him. He was probably 6'3", lean but I could see his white polo shirt bulging to accommodate his well-developed, tanned chest and arms. This was new, or perhaps I never noticed before. He wore a gold chain with a cross around his neck that rested between his pectoral muscles exposed by the v-neck of his polo. Short, curly black hair, deep brown eyes and a perfect, white smile. He was perfect. He was hot! And speaking of bulge, he was wearing a snug pair of Diesel jeans that seemed to draw all of the attention to his amply packed groin. I flushed. I was embarrassed but I was pretty sure I had a mini-orgasm.
He came over and hugged me tightly and all I could feel was his hard muscles and body heat then a brief moment when his crotch bulge brushed across my thigh. I can't explain it but I wanted him to fuck me right here in the airport, my own dad. All I could envision was him naked, thrusting his large piece of meat into my recently devirginized pussy. My womb ached for him to do it.
"Bella, my love, how was your flight?" my dad asked me in his Spanish accent. I was so flushed I couldn't answer. "Looks like you need something to drink?" He took hold of my suitcase and guided me out of the terminal. "We can stop at Starbucks on the way, if you want?"
"Sure, that'd be great," I needed something cold.
We pulled out of the airport parking lot and he asked me "How was the flight?" I told him it was great but I felt stiff from sitting for so long. The flight was full and I was crammed into a window seat so getting up and stretching my legs wasn't easy without bothering others.
We merged onto the highway taking us east to wear he and my other family lived. We were idly chatting about what was new and what we could do this summer. Adrian and Alexander were spending the summer at a sports camp so it was just going to be my dad, Laura and I for the most part but Laura travelled a lot for business and would be spending a couple weeks here and there in Asia and Germany over the next two months.
