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“Bora la amigos!” I shouted as I bombed into the water.The pool in the garden was a bit shallower than I had bargained on, though my crash to the bottom of the pool wasn’t as abrupt as it might have been.When I surfaced again, I heard Alex heckle to me, “Did you learn that in your travellers’ phrase book?”He’d clearly been bemused by my attempts at ingratiating myself with my language skills. “Who the fuck says shit like that?”Whilst I was distracted by the heckles, Leandro launched his considerable frame into the pool as well. Even more water was sent crashing out of the small pool onto the surrounding grass. The water was pleasantly warm, as you’d expect with strong summer sunshine having been beating down on it for six hours already. I swam a few lengths of front crawl alongside Leandro to burn a bit of energy off before coming to rest by the side of the pool. I was suitably out-of-breath and needed a breather, which gave me a chance to shoot the breeze with him.”If you’re here, who’s looking over the churrasco?” I asked Leandro.”Alex of course! He not a big fan of swimming, plus he’s a better cook than me!” He replied.My small talk was never particularly good, and it wasn’t going to be any good now either with Alex’s comments about my escapades ringing in my ears.It didn’t take long for me to cut to the chase. “Tell me, what exactly did you tell Alex about your visit to England?””How do you mean?” Leandro replied, taken aback by the line of questioning.”He knows… he knows about some of the things we got up to…”Leandro looked blankly at me.”In the woods,” I elaborated.”Errr…””He told me not to think about sucking you off again.” I continued.”Errr… yeh. Sorry.”I could barely think of a response other than to glare sternly at him.”He had told me about some really hot sex he’d had with one of his cousins,” he explained. “So I thought I’d tell him about the even hotter sex I had Kuşadası escort with my cousin!””Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?””Not nearly as embarrassing as my homophobic parents finding out about me having kissed a boy.” He responded.He put me firmly back in my place. My petty concerns about someone 5,000 miles away from England knowing about my deep-throating someone in the woods were trivial compared to the harsh reality and uncomfortable contradictions of my cousin’s family life.”Alex is just trying to wind you up, he loves having a joke!””I guess,” I muttered, conceding defeat on the point.”If you did want to suck me off again, I’m sure you could after you sucked him off!” Leandro retorted.”Fucking hell, I’m getting it in stereo now!””Well, if we get drunk, who knows what might happen!” Leandro grinned.We both laughed, I shook my head barely believing where the conversation was going.Laura then appeared in her swimming costume, bearing three bottles of beer, one for me, Leandro and herself. With one of my eyes fixating on the nipples protruding through the costume, and the other concentrating on the beer, she handed these out to us before lowering her fine figure into the water. I had to postpone admiring her subtle curves for a little while at least, as Ami stopped by to announce she was going back to her mother’s house in Bonito to pick a few things up for dinner and for staying the night in the house.I was having a few problems opening the twist cap with my bare hands, though the earlier beer and high spirits made me oblivious to the scratches it was leaving in the arc between my index finger and thumb. We were having a good laugh in the pool, teaching each other our favourite sweary phrases in our respective languages, and talking about our favourite music and film, as well as what we do in life.My declaration of love for instrumental Kuşadası escort bayan rock and a soft spot for twee indie music surprisingly struck a chord with Laura, while she talked about her life growing up in Campo Grande and leaving to work on a farm to get away from the city. She told me that she was a keen photographer and Leandro eulogised over her guitar playing.I had done an AS-Level course in photography in my sixth form college some fifteen years previous, I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself and the D-grade I got was one of my better results. I still retained a keen eye for a photo and was curious as to what she liked taking pictures of, and how good her photos were. However the less said about my guitar playing, the better.Alex periodically brought over cuts of meat and sausages that he’d carefully grilled on the churrasco at the back of the garden, as well as treating us to his hilarious brand of barbed sarcastic comments for good measure. Although my mind had been set racing remembering that horny moment in the woods with Leandro, I could barely take my eyes off Laura. Her tanned face glowing in the late afternoon sun just looked perfect with her glistening green and brown eyes, and infectious smile framed by her sumptuous wavy jet black hair.The more we talked and were having a laugh, the more her smile seemed to be glinting back at me. I knew it was simply delusional thinking that she would be getting as excited as I was. She surely had better sense than to throw away what seemed to be a loving and fun relationship with Ami for a moment of lust with a pasty-skinned, drunk Englishman with some unflattering excess timber. Someone as beautiful, intelligent and multi-faceted as her could surely do better.Though the signs increasingly pointed to it really being the case. At one watershed moment, we knew we were looking at each others’ bodrum escort bayan eyes for longer than we probably should have been, and just burst into giggles.’This couldn’t really be happening, could it? I really don’t want piss Leandro off here, but she really is so damn fine’. The conflicted internal monologue echoing in my head was going into overdrive, mulling over what could possibly be going on here. The certainty that she really might be interested grew with every sentence and sideways glance we exchanged.We were onto our fourth round of beers since Laura joined us in the pool, and just after I’d struggled again to open my bottle, she noticed a few drops of blood dripping down the side of my hand and into the pool.”Merda! Os tubarões virão!” she shouted, somewhat tipsy herself.”Tubarões?”I had no idea what that meant or what was meant to be coming.She put her hands together then submerged the palms leaving the fingers sticking up. She then dragged her hands in a zig-zag course around my hand, whilst impersonating the cello in the theme tune to Jaws.”Ah.””Sharkee!” she shouted, thrusting her hands into my midriff under the water. As her hands hit my midriff, she knocked me off balance. As I fell back in slow motion, her hand slipped further down towards my groin and her hands brushed right up against my dick through my swimming shorts. That may have been an accident, though her sideways glint and wicked grin suggested that it wasn’t.Just as I sensed that familiar stirring from within me as I grinned back, she then abruptly snapped out being drunk and flirtatious, and said, “We really should put a plaster on that, it looks nasty.””Oh, I’ll be ok,” I protested.”Come in the house, I’ll sort that out.”The beautiful wide smile made a reappearance. ‘How could I turn down an offer of help like that?’ I thought.After drying ourselves off in the house, she took me to the kitchen where a first aid box was kept in the cupboard.”Use a towel to open the bottles, your hand’s fucked up now!” She said.She grabbed my right hand with her left hand, then applied two plasters to my hand with her right hand, one in the arc between the thumb and index finger, and another up the length of my index finger.
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