Prologue: A Chance Encounter

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Fiction, White Male, Hispanic Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, 2nd POV, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Prologue: A Chance Encounter - In Book 1, Thomas Bergmann becomes infatuated with a young woman who he sees in a porn video on the net. He flies to Brazil to find her. His plans to hire her for companionship evaporate when he meets her in person, and instead he helps her to a new start. In Book 2, Stephanie, Thomas' daughter must come to grips with a beautiful, young stepmother, and overcome her own prejudices and traumata. In Book 3, the heroine, Gisele, picks up the tale, and we learn about the ghosts of her own past.



The plane was finally at cruising altitude, and all around me, I heard people open their seat belts. With ten hours of boredom before me, I decided to get something done. The young blonde in the seat beside me seemed to be dozing off, and anyway, I wasn't going to write any steamy scenes. I opened my laptop, plugged in the auxiliary battery back that would give me an extra ten hours of charge and started the text program. Suddenly, the young woman next to me spoke up.

"Are you a writer?"

There was the impulse to close the laptop. When I write, I don't like people looking at what I type. But it was my own fault, typing away on a plane. I tried to be graceful.

"I'm just an amateur. I like to concoct these little stories and I post them on story boards."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be nosy. What type of stories?"

I laughed. "That's awfully close to nosy already. Well, I dabble in historic fiction. Early 19th century, mostly."

She grinned. "Do you write under the name Jane Austen? I think I may have read some of your works."

"You mean "Sense and Senility"? That was my best," I joked.

So, for the next hour and through the "dinner" we chatted. I learned that she was a lawyer from the Hamburg area, and that she was travelling with her father and stepmother. My eyes bugged out a little bit when stepmom greeted me. Stepmom was a stunner. Early twenties, black hair, black eyes, wonderfully tanned skin. The father, at least, was in the age bracket that can have lawyers for daughters, about my age I guessed. I learned that the beauty was a native of Brazil, but attended law school in Hamburg. There was also a husband to the blonde lawyer, and another young couple, the three of them sitting two rows back. One thing led to the other, and I learned about the way the two had met. I thought it was a pretty amazing story, worthy of being told. There was a speculative look in the blonde's eyes, and she suggested that I write the story. I told her it wasn't my regular fare and that I would have to get a lot more information. The three conferred with each other, and we sort of reached an agreement that each of them would write down the story as far as they knew it, and that I would try and concoct a story line out of that.

When we split on Frankfurt Airport, I did not expect to ever hear from them again. I was surprised, therefore, when I received a thick envelope seven weeks later. It contained two CDs and a small diary-style book. The first CD, it turned out, contained a text file, written by the father of the blonde. The second contained the story told by the blonde lawyer, but recorded onto a tape recorder and remastered to CD. And the hand-written story was told by the black-eyed beauty. Over the next days, I read and listened to these stories, told from their individual view points, and I made a decision. Rather than trying to create a gemisch of their individual takes, I would tie their separate stories loosely together and translate and post them with a minimum of editing. And this is what I did, and I hope you will like this tale as much as I did.

Of course, the names aren't real, the locations were changed (Ubatuba really is a coastal resort, but the story never took place there), and some of the particulars about the father's career were altered to protect the family's privacy. The story as told by the blonde daughter, I have re-christened her 'Stephanie', is quite racy, but that is the way she appeared to be. I envy the lucky bastard she married. She really is a lawyer, but in a different field than indicated.

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