All About Gisele
Copyright© 2025 by Joe Neon
Chapter 9
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Thomas Bergmann, a divorced IT specialist in semi-retirement stumbles upon a few video clips of a stunning adult actress from Brazil. Little brain overrules big brain, and he sets out to find the girl, changing his and her life more than he thought possible. Originally posted in 2007, but withdrawn from the site. Edited and re-posted with permission from the original author, under a different pen name and after a re-edit. It is still the same story, but with a little less 'Kraut English'.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex
When I came to, we were sitting on the floor of the stall, the spray of the shower still pouring down on us, and Thomas gently rubbed shampoo into my hair. I just sat there and let it happen. Next he used shower gel on my chest and back and I leaned back into him, submitting myself to the exquisite feel of his hands on my chest. I positively melted against him. We sat for another few minutes while the spray washed away the soap.
“I don’t want to leave this stall, ever,” I murmured lazily.
“We have to. We are using precious drinking water,” Thomas voice rumbled through the steam.
With a sigh, I pulled myself up. I was still slightly bent over when I screamed. Thomas swiped his tongue all the way from my clitoris to my anus and up along the crease between my buttocks, and my nerve endings were firing broadsides into my brain. Then he slapped my butt and stood up. The shower stopped, and we stepped out. Navigating through the dense fog in the bathroom, we found the towels and dried ourselves. I had to use the blow dryer to clear a small part of the mirror, so we could comb. When we left the bathroom the balmy air in the room felt almost chilly, and we quickly dressed in t-shirts and shorts and went down for breakfast.
The rest of the family was already sitting there, and Steph watched us intently. When Thomas went to fetch ham and eggs from the buffet, she quickly bent over and whispered into my ear.
“Are you guys okay? I saw you on the beach this morning.”
“We had a fight last night. My fault mostly, but we made up. We’re good again,” I whispered back, not wanting to give more information.
“That’s a relief,” Steph whispered.
After that, breakfast went its usual way. When we had finished, Alicia urged me to get dressed to visit the Andrades. She was a bit surprised that I insisted on Thomas accompanying us, but I had meant what I had said about not leaving him alone. We piled into a taxi, and twenty minutes later we stopped in front of an apartment building not unlike the one we had grown up in. Alicia had called ahead to make sure the Andrades were expecting us, and indeed the door opened immediately after Alicia had knocked.
The elder Andrades were clearly puzzled as to what this visit meant, as was their daughter Vera, and Alicia quickly explained how and why we had founded the scholarship. Senhor Andrade was a bit confused, I could tell. When Alicia mentioned that she had been a classmate and friend of their little Maria, the elder Andrades pressed their lips tight to hide their hurt. Then Alicia asked for Vera’s plans. Vera spoke up herself.
“I will start as sales girl at the radio store on Rua Pirinho.”
“But your grades were always good, I remember,” Alicia probed. “You could go to university.”
The elder Andrades were slightly embarrassed, but Vera held her head high.
“That is something we cannot afford,” she answered calmly. Nobody could have called her beautiful, but she had dignity to her.
Alicia smiled smugly. “What if the Eva Cuzmao scholarship program selected Vera Andrade this year? The scholarship pays for tuition and board at the State College.”
“Why would you do that?” Senhor Andrade asked.
I decided to jump in.
“We know that you spent a lot of your money to find the murderers of Maria. If that senseless tragedy had not struck, both Maria and Vera could go to university. We want to help Vera to get the education she deserves.”
Senhor Andrade looked down. He cleared his throat, and looked up again.
“The murderers of our child were found at last.”
“Really?” I was astounded. From what I remembered, the police had no clue back then.
“Yes, the police arrested them, and they found proof. A year ago, an American was arrested in France. He had pictures and movies that showed little boys and girls, Brazilian boy and girls. The French extradited him, and he confessed and named his accomplices. It was three men from Rio de Janeiro who killed our Maria. They found the pictures and a movie. They will not show them to us, though. Perhaps it is better.”
I could hardly believe that. “That American, do you know his name?”
“It was a Richard Dickerson. He will stand trial in the Estados Unidos in exchange for his testimony.”
I quickly translated everything to Thomas, and I could see how he closed his fist involuntarily. Then I told the Andrades the story of how we had met Richard Dickerson. They were floored. Senhor Andrade shot up from his chair and pulled Thomas into a tight hug, promising his eternal gratitude for Thomas’s role in the identification of the murderers. After that, it was easy. Of course, Vera would be allowed to attend university. Of course, she would accept the scholarship. Senhora Andrade then asked whether we would allow her to take care of our mother’s grave, as a small compensation, and in place of the hired gardening service. I realised it was important to her and we thanked her for the fine gesture.
We had to stay for lunch, in their dingy living room, but the food was home made fare, and it was simply delicious. Over lunch, we agreed on the procedure. The Andrades would clear everything with our lawyer, and Vera could start any state university that accepted her in the fall semester. When we finally left in the late afternoon we were immensely satisfied with ourselves.
Over dinner, we told Steph and Lennart about the amazing things we had learned. Lennart developed a gleam in his eyes and asked Steph whether she would mind if he performed a little investigation about this affair. He wanted to write an article for his magazine about the child porn mafia, and he asked Alicia to ask the Andrades for an interview. He wanted to show the faces of those left behind. And he grilled Thomas and us about the incident on that Air France flight a year ago. Steph looked at her father with pride, something Thomas noticed and relished.
That night, I slept peacefully in my husband’s arms, his heartbeat in my left ear, his breathing lifting and lowering me gently, while his hand was holding my shoulders. Heaven!
We drove to Itamambuca the next day and lazed in the sun. Thomas and I were completely reconciled and I drove him crazy, wearing just a tiny top and matching butt floss. Well, I guess, all three of our men were constantly hard that day. Alicia looked stunning (she gets it from me, I suppose <grin>). And Steph, in her tiny bikini, stopped traffic.
We had less than a week before our departure now, and surprisingly, I began to look forward to returning to Germany. Things were less complicated there, and people saw me for what I was, not for what I had done or been once. I also looked forward to returning to law school. The beaches were heavenly, granted, but I wanted to become a lawyer and make a difference. My musing was interrupted by a deluge of sea water. I jumped and screamed in shock. A grinning Thomas still held the empty shopping bag.
“Gotcha!” he laughed and ran off to the surf line. Without thinking, I ran after him and pounced on him when he was waist deep in the water. He caught me and held me in his embrace, and I realised that he had really completely forgiven me. You only play such pranks when you are at ease. I kissed him thoroughly while the waves splashed over us. A few people nearby were gawking at us, and I realised that I had jumped up without my top. Oops!
“You need to carry me back,” I told Thomas. “It’s your fault I forgot my top.”
“Piggyback?” he asked, and set me down.
I nodded and climbed up his back, holding on to his neck while he took hold of my legs. He splashed through the water and, once out of the water, jogged up the beach and to our towels. The jogging did wonderful things to my nipples which rubbed against his back with each step, and I swear they stood out like bullets when I put on my wet top. Lennart and Ralf both stared and received their deserved swats from Steph and Alicia.
“Not fair,” Lennart protested. “You’ve been staring, too.”
“But I was admiring her, and you were lusting. That’s a difference,” Steph answered with dignity.
I giggled, Alicia giggled, and Steph looked daggers at us. Unfazed, I got up and knelt before Steph, my chest just before her eyes.
“Want to admire a little more?” I teased and Steph blushed.
“You are the worst tease, Gisele!” she exhaled. “Papa, can’t you put her on a leash?”
“I’m not into such kinky stuff,” Thomas answered with equanimity from behind the magazine he had picked up, causing us to crack up.
“Men!” Steph huffed and rolled over to lie on her stomach.
Later, we played volleyball in the sand, and here, Stephanie put us in our places. The girl is athletic! We only stopped when the ring of admirers became too embarrassing. We retired to the terrace of the restaurant, and while we showered in turn, we also enjoyed coffee and ice cream. When the taxis brought us back to town, we had to acknowledge that this was our best day so far.
There was a message for me at the reception.
Dear Gisele,
I learned from Stella that you are in town. It has been five years since we graduated from high school, and I talked to the girls and we all want to meet you before you fly back to Germany. Would you please call me? I will be at home all evening.
Victoria Perrado (née Giuliari)
There was a phone number at the bottom. I took a deep breath. Victoria had been one of the princesas, in fact, the ultimate princesa. Her parents owned the tenement we lived in, along with another twenty other buildings, and they were filthy rich. She had this beautiful Italian face with no trace of South America in her features. A Roman goddess, no less. The few times we spoke, she was always polite, but she intimidated the hell out of me. My mother repeated at least once a week that I should not quarrel with her or her father would terminate our lease. I admit, I felt inferior in her presence. And now she wanted to talk with me, invite me to a reunion? I was doubtful and a little paranoid. What if they wanted to make fun of me, for instance asking me how my movie career was going along. All my insecurities came to the front.
Thomas looked at me with a big question mark in his eyes.
“My old high school classmates want to see me again,” I said, somewhat shaky. “I guess, I am scared. I’m sure they have all seen or heard of my videos. And Victoria is the ultimate princess. That she even remembers me does not bode well.”
“Why don’t you call her and find out, Gisele. This will be your last chance to see them for a while.”
The voice of reason. I sighed and pulled the cell phone from my bag, and we sat on the hotel veranda.
Victoria answered after the third ring.
“Gisele!” she squealed after I identified myself. “That’s wonderful! I was afraid we’d miss you. Could you find the time to meet us? Maybe Saturday afternoon? Gabriele will come from Sao Paulo, and Simone promised to drop by, too. Almost all the others want to come, too. You probably don’t realise it, but we all felt for you last year, when your poor mother was killed and they dragged you through the dirt. We tried to do something, but you were gone.”
I did not know what to say.
“Gisele, you’re still there?”
“Yes, sorry, I guess I am surprised. I did not know you even remembered me.”
“Why wouldn’t I. You were a classmate, and you were our best.”
“Victoria, I know I’m a little paranoid, but this is not some plot to make fun of me? I know how I screwed up with that video.”
She sounded hurt.
“Gisele, why do you always suspect the worst? You were like that in school, too. You never talked to me. Was it because my father owned the house you lived in? You always kept to yourself and to your books. I would have liked to be your friend. I always looked up to you because you were so smart, but you wouldn’t speak more than two words with me.”
I really took a deep breath.
“Oh my god, Victoria, I had no idea. I was always, not afraid, but apprehensive around you. Yes, because of your father. But also because you had everything, and I was a nobody. To think that I rejected you is confusing.”
“Will you come over a little earlier then? Maybe we can talk and bury the ghosts of the past?” she offered, and I exhaled deeply.
“I would love that.”
She gave me directions and we ended the call. I dropped the phone back in my bag. Thomas looked at me speculatively.
“I’m invited on Saturday afternoon. My schoolmates want to see me. Is that okay?”
“Sure, darling. You need to meet them. They’re a part of how you grew up.”
That evening, we spent on the beach. We had bought a few bottles of home grown red wine, some bread and cheese, and we ate, ripping off piece of the bread by hand and slicing the cheese with Thomas’s penknife knife. We washed the bread and the cheese down with the cheap wine and it tasted great! Simple pleasures!
By the time we went up to our respective rooms, my motor was running, and for the next half hour, Thomas did his best to pile drive into me from behind while I stood at the open window, wearing only a tank top. Again, simple pleasures!
It was now time for the others to go and buy the souvenirs, the sea shell mosaics, the preserved starfish, in short, all the cheesy stuff tourists buy in a vain effort to keep the memory of the vacation alive over the dreary Northern German winter. Alicia and I helped them and showed them around in town, translated for them and haggled for them.
On Friday, Thomas, Alicia and I drove to Sao Paulo to buy another white iBook, this time for Vera Andrade. Back in Ubatuba, Alicia, now a proficient computer user (she had become an internet junkie), gave Vera a crash course on how to use it. She promised to come back Saturday for another tutoring and left the baffled Andrades.
They had life music on the beach that evening, and Alicia, Steph and I danced up a storm, dragging along our unwilling partners. After a while, Alicia and I stopped dancing and we watched Stephanie who was caught up in the music, whirling around with her open blonde hair flying. She had everyone’s attention. After a while, Alicia joined her again, and for a while, they danced together. My little sister had rhythm, too! When the music switched to a slow number, they even danced close, sensually moving against each other. When the music stopped, they took a moment to become aware of the time and place they were in. Smiling self-consciously, they joined us at our table. Alicia was flushed and she needed to talk to me, I could tell. So we went for the bathrooms in the foyer. Once inside, Alicia pressed my arm.
“God, that was hot, Gisele. Now I know why you fool around with Steph. She is incredible.”
“I’m glad you approve of my companion,” I deadpanned and we both broke out in giggles.
“Honestly, Gisele, I want to join you when you use her spa. That’s where you fool around, don’t you?”
“Let’s leave this for Steph to decide. It’s her house.”
“Oh, I bet she’s fine with it. She stuck her tongue in my ear while we danced. I almost came on the spot.”
My oh my! Steph was a wild one tonight.
“We’ll talk about it when we’re back home. Now go and pee or do whatever you came here to do!”
We left soon after. Steph was rather worked up, and to guess by the way she dragged Lennart into the elevator, he was in for a good time. Thomas and I had a little night cap in the bar before we went up to our room and to bed.
I woke up to the sun shining into our room. Thomas was lying beside me, on his side, and propped up on his right elbow.
“You are beautiful,” he smiled. “Sometimes, I still have problems believing that we are together.”
“You better believe it,” I smiled back. “Make love to me, Thomas.”
“Please?” he grinned.
“Please,” I confirmed.
His smile became even broader. With his left hand, he opened my pyjama top, button by button, taking his time. I knew then I was in for one of his special treats. He opened the front of my pyjama and bent over my chest, blowing lightly on my nipples but never touching them. His left hand lay on my hip while he blew on my exposed skin. His first touch came when his tongue ran up the side of my left breast and then higher to my neck and my ear. I shivered when he bit gently into the skin under my ear, sucking on the skin, but not strong enough to cause a hickey. He spent minutes nibbling on my neck and my ear; it was a sweet torture, but I knew better than to ask him to move on. Finally, his mouth left my neck and moved down. Or not. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue wormed into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked on it.
After a few minutes of kissing, Thomas gently turned me onto my stomach. Moving aside my hair, he began a kissing journey, starting at the nape of my neck, down my spine, diving into the small of my back, and then all over my butt cheeks. I was getting hot and bothered when he pulled my thighs apart and dove between them, spearing my pussy with his tongue. I angled my hips to raise my butt as high as possible, and Thomas rewarded me, licking my pussy with gusto. Then he began to lick his way up my spine again. When his mouth reached my nape, I felt the tip of his penis between my legs and my hips started to rotate on their own account. He chuckled softly and aligned his rod at my wet entrance.
Ooof! With just one forceful thrust Thomas penetrated me deeply, forcing the air from my lungs. Once he was seated deeply, he remained motionless on top of me to give me time to adjust. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I felt my pussy flutter around the invader and my overcharged system vented itself in a first, delicate climax. The earth did not move, no bells sounded, but I felt gentle waves of lust washing over me.