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It had to be me. Everyone collects their belongings and leaves with smiles on their faces, happy to have this 12 hour flight behind them. I'm the only one who doesn't feel any relief. I’ll give it another five minutes, and if my suitcase doesn't appear on that damn conveyor belt, it's definitely lost. I've been standing there for half an hour.

Finally, I make my way to my company counter to report my missing suitcase. What followed was a long wait, phone calls, words intended to be reassuring which did not reassure me. And hearing them say that my suitcase is in Hong Kong while I am in Rio de Janeiro. It really had to be me.

The next moment, I'm in a taxi on the way to the hotel with my only carry-on bag: my work bag. Inside, my computer, fabric samples, and all the models from the new swimsuit collection that I have to present tomorrow. That's the most important thing, that's why I'm here. I absolutely cannot miss this meeting. If it works, my creations will be on sale everywhere in Brazil. Jackpot!

But I'm starting to panic: how am I going to dress? I'm sweaty, my clothes are dirty, I don't have any makeup to put on... It's off to a really bad start.

Fortunately, when I arrive near the hotel, I realize that I am right in the city center, I will be able to buy a dress and some makeup in the morning. It’s no big deal, it will be fine.

When I get out of the taxi, the heat overcomes me. It acts on me like a heavy weight, pinning me to the ground. Each gesture requires considerable energy. I enter the hotel; it is 9 p.m. I ring the little bell at the reception, no one. I feel my clothes sticking to my skin. I'm sweaty, and this heat almost makes my head spin. I want freshness and let go of this pressure. The hotel bar looks open, I walk up to the waiter and ask him in English if he can call the receptionist and pour me a cold drink.

A man sipping rum at the bar approaches me:

- You are English?

He has big brown eyes with curly hair and tanned skin. He wears a half-open white linen shirt and light pants. He looks at me with great gentleness and a smile that could make my legs weak.

- I answer, a little surprised: yes, how do you know?

- I lived in England for fifteen years, I would recognize your accent among a thousand.

I take the glass of water filled with ice cubes and I down it. The cold feeling disperses in my mouth, in my throat, and throughout my ribcage. Without being able to control it, I emit a little moan of pleasure. Still a little feverish, I stare into the Brazilian's eyes. I am completely paralyzed and electrified by him.

The waiter brings me back to reality by telling me that the receptionist has arrived. I turn on my heels in the direction of reception without even turning around, I have to stay focused. But my mind wanders, I don't know if it's the room temperature, but I'm feeling a little light, maybe even a little excited. And this Brazilian comes to invade my thoughts…

Once in my room, I open my computer and try to reread my presentation. But I cannot. I definitely can't concentrate. My mind wanders: what if the Brazilian knocked on my door now and told me in Portuguese how much he wants me… I caress my chest… hesitate…. In the midst of a struggle with myself, I resist and get back to work. I get up and practice saying my text, gesticulating as if I were really in front of the leaders. The more I repeat, the more stressed I am. I'm starting to sweat, I'm hot. I feel like the temperature is rising again. I take a cool shower to calm down and clear my head. While scrubbing myself, I get lost again, I linger on my breasts, my vulva; I don't know what has happened to me since I arrived here, I feel filled with desire. I scrub my body tenderly and take advantage of the cold; I pass the jet of the shower head over myself. I slide it down between my legs and I shiver with pleasure every time the water massages my clitoris. I pull myself together, once again, I get out of the shower ready to get back to work. I dry off but after a few minutes I'm sweaty again. I'm suffocating. No need to open the window, it's worse outside. I take a chair and climb on it to check the air conditioning ventilation; no cold air comes out. I fiddle with the settings and end up making a mess. I press all the buttons and I start to get angry. “The air conditioning is broken; it can’t be true.”

I call the hotel reception, no answer. I decide to go down. I still have nothing to wear. Wearing a thick bathrobe is out of question; I put on one of my swimsuits and go downstairs to get help, half-naked. When we get downstairs, there is no one there, even the waiter has disappeared. The Brazilian is still leaning on the bar and his beauty almost makes me forget why I am there. He asks me if everything is okay. I tell him a little annoyed that I no longer have air conditioning in my room and that the heat is unbearable. He tells me that the whole hotel has a problem and that a technician is working on it.

- How long do you think it will take?

Two or three hours, according to him. That's all it takes, the prospect of staying another two hours in this furnace makes me waver, my legs begin to tremble, panic overcomes me, I feel myself falling. When I come to my senses, I am in his arms. I'm in a swimsuit, almost naked, I feel his skin on me, his hands gripping me firmly. I want him almost instantly. He helps me to stand up and invites me to follow him, he takes me to his room. Carefully helps me sit up and takes a small damp towel from the spare fridge and invites me to lie down.

I feel body

I feel my body temperature drop and relaxation replaces anxiety. I close my eyes and analyse the situation: three hours ago, I landed, lost and angry without a suitcase, and here I am lying in the room of the sexiest man in Brazil. I smile. He then approaches me and whispers phrases to help me let go and relax. I am letting myself go. His smooth voice excites me. The temperature is rising. He offers to massage me. I don't hesitate for a second, I let myself be tempted. I really want a connection...

I turn around, lie down on my stomach, he runs his hands over my back, I feel like an electric shock. He keeps going. The next moment, I hear him grab some product from the bedside table, put some in his hands and apply it to the back of my body. He spreads it on my back with his palm. It has a delightfully silky texture that brings sensuality to my skin; this accentuates our electric connection. I sigh with relief, this mixture of sensations is so good.

He runs down my back, unrolling his hands from bottom to top. He kneads my shoulders and spreads his caress over my arms. I groaned with his movements. The smell of tropical flowers and summertime that emerges makes me drift into thoughts that are as exotic as they are bewitching. I can't resist anything, I squirm with pleasure and he continues his massage on my legs, taking care to go back up to my buttocks. He rolls his thumbs and moves his fingers to the sensuality of this magical foam. I want him to dare to go even further.

The fluidity of the oil accentuates the warmth between my legs. He takes off his white shirt and lies on top of me, massaging me with his chest. While rubbing, I discover that he has a hard-on. I sigh with envy and move my ass up too show I want him. Even through our clothes I feel his hard penis sliding against me, I would like so much to hold it and to welcome it. Slowly, I pull on the strings of my swimsuit, I lift myself up a little and take it off; there, I am naked, the message is clear. He continues to massage me; he kisses my back and my neck. I can't take it anymore, I turn around, I look at his brown eyes, and I ask him his name. His name is Fabrizio.

- "Make love to me, Fabrizio."

Without saying a word, he then takes off his pants and joins me. I feel his warm skin against mine.

The alarm rings, I open my eyes, the air conditioning is working. It's morning, I'm in my room, calm and peaceful. I call room service, I order breakfast. And in my head only one question resonates: Fabrizio, did I dream it?