All About Gisele
Copyright© 2025 by Joe Neon
Chapter 2
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Originally posted in 2007, but withdrawn from the site.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
After waking up, the images of Gisele were in my head again, and I did some work on the new laptop, trying to get my mind off our afternoon rendezvous. Joao had his day off, but he agreed to drive us to the beach and pick us up in the evening. One o’clock found me waiting in Joao’s cab outside Gisele’s tenement house. She came down with her sister right on time. Joao’s eyes bugged out when he saw the girls. I jumped from the cab to greet them.
“Hola,” Gisele greeted me with a blinding smile. The girl had me figured out. She knew how to push my buttons. “This is Alicia, my sister.”
I looked at a slightly chubbier version of Gisele, knowing instinctively that she would be just as beautiful in a year or two.
“Hola, Alicia. It is nice to meet you. I hope you speak English?”
She nodded. “Yes I do. Mother taught me, and I like it.”
“Great, shall we put your bags in the trunk?”
Joao saw to that, and I moved to sit on the front seat, but Gisele stayed me.
“The back is roomy. Come sit with us.”
Who was I to contradict her?
The drive took us close to 30 minutes, and Joao dropped us at a beach restaurant that also had changing cubicles for rent. I paid for one and had the girls use it first. I held my breath when they emerged. True to her word, Gisele’s bathing suit was a one-piece. However, it consisted mostly of entry ports for the sunlight, and nothing about her physical appearance was left to my imagination. She shot me a devilish smile when I rushed into the cubicle to change. I was happy that I had brought baggy swim shorts. The girls waited outside, and we carried our bags and towels to a spot roughly two hundred meters to the North. Only a few young people were near us and we settled on the sand. Alicia was off into the water immediately, while I applied sun block and Gisele watched me.
“You are in a good shape,” she said judiciously. “How old are you?”
“Forty-five,” I replied with a mock sigh.
“You are taking care of your body, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I like to stay trim. A few years ago, I was a bit chubby, and I hated it.”
“You also trim your body hair?”
“I have to. It’s turning grey and I look like silver back gorilla when I let it grow.”
She giggled at that.
“So what do you say about my bathing suit? Is it modest enough?”
“You know perfectly well what you are doing to me,” I grumped, causing a self-satisfied grin on her part.
“Should I rather cover myself?” she inquired slyly.
“Are you kidding me? I flew halfway around the world in the hope of seeing you like this.”
“And was it worth it?”
“Every. Single. Mile.”
“You know, this is all you’ll see,” she said, almost apologetically.
“I know that now, and I accept that. I can feel better about myself when I will leave.”
Just then, Alicia came from the water. Wrapping herself into a towel, she dropped the wet swimsuit and rummaged in her bag. She carefully inserted one foot after the other into a black bikini bottom and pulled it up. Dropping the towel, she reached down to retrieve the top from her bag and put it on.
“Stop teasing poor Tomaso, Alicia,” Gisele laughed. Alicia looked surprised, then she blushed.
“I’m sorry,” she stuttered. “I was not thinking and...”
“Don’t apologise for that. I shall lie on my stomach for a while, and it will be okay,” I joked, causing a furious blush on Alicia and a throaty chuckle on Gisele’s part.
To cover her embarrassment, Alicia went to wash her bathing suit.
“You should have relieved yourself before we came here,” Gisele offered with a cheeky grin.
“Who says I didn’t?” I answered with mock exasperation, setting off another laughter.
She could not stop laughing and actually doubled over. When she caught her breath, she wiped her eyes, looked at me and started laughing again.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You must be really in good shape!” she squeezed out before the laughter started again.
This set me off, too, and still laughing when Alicia came back, her wet suit over her shoulders. She spoke to Gisele in Portuguese. Gisele shook her head and answered.
“She wanted to know whether we were laughing about her. I told her that we laughed about you.”
“That’s right, Alicia. Your sister has been making fun of me.”
Alicia said something else in Portuguese, in an admonishing tone of voice. Gisele became serious.
“Tomaso, you are not mad at me for making fun of you, are you?”
“Are you kidding? It’s fun to be silly with you.” I turned to the younger girl. “Alicia, I laughed because it was funny. Just don’t worry, okay. This is a beautiful day, and we have another three hours before Joao picks us up again. Now I will go swimming, and you two girls can laugh about me undisturbed.”
I got up and jogged over the sand to the surf line. There was a decent surf, and I enjoyed the play with the breakers. Suddenly I noticed that I had company. Gisele was at my side and for a few minutes we just jumped into the breaking waves.
“So you decided to join me?” I shouted.
“Yes,” she shouted back, jumping high over an approaching roller. “It’s more fun to make fun of you when you can hear it.”
She did not notice the next wave and it broke right over her head. Coughing and sputtering she came up. I laughed at her.
“I thought you would not show me more?”
The breaking wave had dislodged the thin material of her bathing suit and her left breast was on display in all its glory. Wham! The next roller had caught me unaware while I stared at Gisele’s tit. I came up gasping to see Gisele laughing her head off. She had not even bothered to cover her breast. When she jumped into the next wave, her breast performed an enticing movement. I could not keep my eyes from her and was promptly dunked by the next breaker. When I got up again, Gisele had covered up.
“I cannot have you drown. Who is going to pay my tuition when you’re dead,” she shouted, jumping into the next roller. With my mind on the waves, I was able to hold my own again in the surf. That is, until she shouted my name. I looked at her and froze. She had bunched the material of the suit between her breasts and flashed me both tits!
Wham! The next wave washed over me. I had trouble getting up, the back-eddy tearing at my legs, and before I was really up and could clear my nose, the next one hit me from behind. I felt hands at my arms, lifting me up, and this time I caught a breath and was able to jump into the next wave. Gisele was at my side, supporting me, and grinning sheepishly while we waded into shallow water. I plopped down into the low surf and tried to get the water out of my sinuses.
Gisele sat beside me, stroking my back and shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” she said apologetically, “I should not have done this.”
I got clean, dry air into my lungs again and drew a deep breath. I looked at her worried face and tried a grin.
“That would have been a news headline. ‘Tourist drowned while staring at girl’s breasts. Picture on page 3!’ The papers would go gaga over this.”
“I’m really sorry for teasing you like this. Please don’t tell my mother.”
“Gisele, you can tease me like this all you want, but only in shallow water. Deal?”
Gisele looked around and I followed her gaze. Her sister was lying on her stomach, her face away from the water. Gisele grabbed the bathing suit’s halter and pulled the elastic material over her head. The front of her suit dropped to her waist, exposing her breasts.
“What are you doing, Gisele?” I asked, my voice cracking with excitement.
“Penance,” she smiled.
“You are very beautiful,” I marvelled. “I don’t think I will ever forget this moment.”
I reached out with my hand and pulled her head closer. I placed a kiss on her forehead. On impulse, she took my hand and placed it over her left boob. I felt the soft texture, the elastic tissue, and the small pebble of her nipple in my palm. She looked up into my eyes, and no power on earth could keep me from kissing her. Well, no power on earth tried, anyway. When our lips touched, time stood still. My hand left her breast and found its way up over her shoulder, to her neck and then into her hair. We broke the kiss after a while, and I looked into her dark eyes for a long time. There was no fear, no reservation in them.
“Thank you, Gisele,” I whispered. “Thank you for this wonderful moment. Thank you for being alive.”
She choked a little.
“We must not go further, Tomaso. Not today. I am not saying never, okay? But if we go any further, we may ruin everything.”
I pressed her small hand and kissed it.
“Let’s go and join your sister again.”
While we walked up the beach, Gisele did not release my hand. We plopped down on our towels, and Alicia looked up.
“I can’t believe you showed your breasts, Gisele!” she chided her older sister.
“Don’t be a spoilsport, little sister!” Gisele laughed. “Besides, who started this?”
“I did not think,” Alicia defended herself.
“Well, little sister, neither did I, and it was fun. Tomaso nearly drowned while he stared at them.”
“He did not!”
“You bet I did,” I admitted, laughing along with Gisele.
“I should tell Mother, I really should.”
“Then, Alicia, I cannot finish my bachelor’s. Then I cannot earn enough money to get you into university. Which will not matter anyway, because I would kill you right away,” Gisele explained in a conversational tone.
“I guess I better not tell her,” Alicia admitted.
“Smart girl. Tomaso, don’t you think it would be helpful to bribe my little sister with a big bowl of ice cream?”
I laughed again. “If it does not take more to ensure her silence, we can do this every day.”
“You wish!” Gisele grinned.
I turned and waved in the direction of the waiter who oversaw the beach. He trudged over the sand toward us. The girls saw to it that they made the long walk worth his while, both of them ordering huge bowls of ice cream and Coke. Myself, I ordered a mixed fruit bowl and coffee. While we waited for him to return, I tried to get to know Alicia. She was seventeen and in high school. She read voraciously, and she wanted to become a veterinarian. All this I learned before the waiter returned with our order on a large tray that he placed between us.
The fruit bowl was delicious, and the girls enjoyed the ice cream. When we were finished, the girls stretched out on their towels, and I signalled the waiter again. He came to take the tray and a generous tip for his troubles. For a while, nobody spoke. I was lost in thought myself, my mind revolving around Gisele’s behaviour. She was certainly more open than before, and I could not help but feel that there were future possibilities. The question was how far was I prepared to go? Was it possible for me to start something serious with a twenty year-old? She was certainly mature enough for her age, she was smart, funny and gorgeous. And then I realised that I would go as far as she would let me. There was no way I could refuse her. I realised something else: Gisele had figured out that I was eating out of her pretty hand, that’s why she had opened up towards me. She knew that she had control over the situation.
“You should put sun block on your back, Tomaso,” Gisele interrupted my musing. “Or should I do it?”
“That would be very nice of you. And if you want me to return the favour, just let me know.”
“You wish,” she laughed. “That’s why I brought along my sister.”
I heard a clap and a squeal. Obviously, Alicia had objected to the task allotted to her. Meanwhile, Gisele had squeezed sun block on my back and started to massage it into my skin. For better leverage, she squatted over my buttocks. As soon as I felt the soft skin of her thighs against my sides, I developed a painful erection.
“Does your offer to do my back still stand?” Gisele asked. “My regular sun block applicator is on strike.”
Alicia giggled.
“Maybe in a minute, Gisele. My offer isn’t the only thing that is standing,” I quipped, receiving a stinging slap on my butt for my effort.
“Does everything I do get you excited?” she asked, exasperated.
“Based on my limited experience, yes,” I answered truthfully.
“Alicia, please do my back. This dirty old man cannot control himself.”
Alicia giggled and rose to a sitting position. Gisele lay down on her stomach and removed the halter string of her suit from her neck, causing the top to fall away from her upper body. I could not see much, but it was better that she had her sister apply the sun block, considering that we were on a public beach. Gisele stuck out her tongue while Alicia worked her back. The sight of the young girl working the naked back of her sister did nothing to abate my problems, and I shifted my body cautiously to lessen the pressure. Gisele winked at me and giggled. Alicia was finished now and sat back on her haunches, slapping her big sister’s butt.
“I’ll go swim,” she announced and took off.
“She can be a pain in the butt, but I love her,” Gisele remarked absentmindedly. “Never once was she mean to me, although I may have ruined her future along with mine.”
“Yes I like her ... Aaiiiah!”
I jumped up from the shock of the cold sea water that Alicia had dumped over me from a plastic bag. Well, it was South Atlantic water, and it wasn’t really cold. Both girls were rolling in the sand with laughter now. Too late I realised that my predicament was on full display, tenting the swim shorts. It did not help either that Gisele’s exposed breasts jiggled while she laughed her head off at my expense.
“Alicia, get another bag and douse his front,” she managed to say between snorts.
I quickly covered my front with my towel and tried to salvage the shattered remains of my dignity while Alicia was fighting a violent hiccup. Finally, Gisele noticed her nudity and pulled up the front of her suit. She grinned sheepishly. When the girls had calmed down, Alicia had a slightly worried look on her face.
“You are not <hick> mad?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“Girls, I cannot remember the last time I had so much fun. But I will have to think of a way to get even.”
Gisele batted her eyelids.
“You would not spank us, would you?”
Unholy thoughts, originating in the back of my brain, wreaked havoc in my midsection. I tried to be serious, for once.
“Gisele, if you want this thing to work out, you must not act like this tomorrow. If you do that, and I make a fool of myself like I’m doing this afternoon, your mother will throw me out and will not allow you to accept the money.”
She nodded, suddenly serious.
“I know that, and I will behave. Believe me, I don’t want to mess up my second chance.” She batted her eyelids again. “But it is very hard.”
I tried not to groan. Luckily, I was able to steer the conversation towards education. She told me of the things she had learned so far, and it appeared to be a solid base. Curiously however, she had never had computer courses. Small wonder that she did not realise how quickly movie clips can travel over the net.
“You don’t know much about computers, do you?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Our teachers were very old, and they knew nothing about computers.”
“You know, Gisele, that is something we will have to work on. These days, it is impossible to get good jobs without knowing about computers. I bet your mother knows a lot.”
She nodded. “She has to. But we are not allowed in the offices, and we cannot afford a computer at home. Nobody in our neighbourhood can.”
“And you, Alicia?” I asked.
“We had a few hours of theory, and then we were allowed a few minutes on a computer. But we have only two computers in our school, and the teachers use them mostly.”
“I will get you a used computer for your home. Internet will not be possible, I’m afraid, but you should learn to use text programs and database programs. And presentation software. Is there an internet cafe in town?” I had not seen one yet.
Gisele nodded. “There are two, and one is in our neighbourhood. But the people in there are bad. The one in town is better, at least during the day.”
I nodded. “Then we will set up an account for you in the better one.”
Alicia’s eyes lit up. “Could I go there, too?”
“Certainly. We can set up web mail accounts for you two. This way, it will be easier and cheaper to stay in touch with me.”
“You mean the reports?” Gisele asked.
“Those, too,” I answered. That made sense. I did not know how long it took for snail mail to reach Europe, but e-mail was the better option. I looked at my watch. It was time to break camp.
“Girls, we need to go shower and change. Joao will be here in half an hour.”
There was an open air shower stall near the changing cubicles, and I let the girls have first dibs on the water. Thankfully, both of them were quick about it. After I rinsed the dried salt from my body, I quickly towelled and dressed. When Joao pulled up at the driveway, we were ready.
During the ride into town, Alicia rode shotgun. She claimed to prefer to sit in the front, a claim that I doubted when I saw the conspiratorial grin that passed between the sisters. Gisele looked lovely in her summer dress of blue denim and her sensuality again cast a spell on me. Now she wanted to know more about me, what I did for a living, how I lived, had I been married, how old were my kids, the whole nine yards. I answered openly, there was nothing to hide anyway.
I had married right out of high school, mostly because of a mishap involving a faulty birth control device. The kid, a girl, was born while I did my mandatory 15-month stint in the Armed Forces. We had a second kid, a boy, while I was at university. I finished with a diploma in informatics and got my first job with a company specialised in teller machines. The money was good, the work dull. I was working on security aspects mostly, but the internal structure and hierarchies of the company drove me up the wall. Our work, our goals, were cut out for us by the money people, and the projects were uninspiring. I began to work on some things myself, spending nights in front of my IBM PC. The first viruses had appeared, and together with a friend I tried to develop algorithms for the search for malware.
With all the time spent before a computer display, both at work and at home, I wasn’t a really considerate husband or father. In short, I was an egocentric asshole who regularly forgot the birthdays and school events of the kids, plus the wedding anniversaries. The upshot was that my salary allowed us to have a nanny, and my wife, Inge, was able to go back to school and earn a teaching degree. She also secured a job for herself in a local high school. I guess, it was at that point that we realised how different we were, and from there it was only a short step for her fall for somebody else.
It was a colleague of hers, and even I have to admit that they are perfect for each other. We got a clean, friendly divorce, and she married Holger, that’s his name, within weeks after that.
The divorce was liberating for me as well. I quit my job and set up shop as an independent security consultant with my friend and partner. We got lucky with our virus search algorithms and were awarded three patents, two of which are still in use in popular antivirus software. This also helped our business, and for a while, six to seven years, we were in big demand. Our little business expanded to a point where it outgrew our abilities as a businessmen. Personally, I also suffered from burn out. Therefore, when a competitor offered us a buy out, I happily agreed. I retained a sizeable stake in the parent company, and I sit on the board, but with concern to real, regular work, I went into retirement at age forty. And for the following five years, I have been playing with the money, losing some and winning some, mostly the latter.
This I told Gisele and she listened quietly.
“Are you very rich?” she finally asked.
“You mean Bill-Gates-rich? No. I guess you could say that I am well off, that’s all.”
“But the money you offer for me, this will not hurt you or your children?”
“I want you to get the correct perspective here. I would never give those 2500 Real to just anyone who asked, but for me, it is less than a week’s income, not even counting what I earn in the stock market. I do not sacrifice anything; I will hardly feel it.”
She motioned for me to come closer and bent over to whisper in my ear.
“If I had known that, I would not have shown you my breasts!”
She leant back, a cheeky grin plastered across her face, but her eyes conveyed something vastly different. I motioned for her to bent over and put my mouth to her ear. Her smell made my heart go faster as I whispered.
“Then maybe I should pay for Alicia’s education, too, to fully compensate you for the view of your magnificent breasts?”
She put my arm in a vice-like grip.
“You don’t mean that, do you?”
“Why not? If I can finance the education of a brat like you, why not that of a modest, sweet girl like your sister?”
“Modest? Sweet? Hah! She was the one who splashed the water over you!”
“Well, yeah, I guess I’ll have to pay for two brats then.”