One day I woke up in a dark room, somewhere in São Paulo. I was able to feel my head thumped and pounded at every heart beat like a boxer punching his boxing bag repeatly. Harder and harder at each beat and at the same time struggling to keep my eyes opened while searching for water bedside the bed. I eventually found a bottle of less than 250ml of not so clear liquid inside. I drank it anyway. I took a second to observe my surrounding as I sat on the soft mattress, an eclipse of a memory strikes my vision. I saw myself inside an incredible Brazilian house party. Then wondered, how I had ended up there and on this bed ? Clearly was not my place nor had I ever been there before. I felt a warm naked body next me. I glanced over to Gabriela, who I had only known for a few days. The sight of her had smoothed out my worries and felt more relaxed. I fall back down the bed and look up towards the ceiling as Gabriela snuggles closer to my body for more comfit. The two cultures consolidate into one. I kept staring up at the ceiling, the timeline in my memory began to draw back slowly, flashing in segments...
After two weeks of my arrival in São Paulo. I was in the courtyard of the hostel, hanging out and bonding with a few travellers and some of the hostel staff, sitting around the table having a few beers under the sun in the tropical Brazilian hot weather and playing some guitar. Meeting opened minded people and all of us here to do one thing, have fun and forget about tomorrow. There was this pommy lad who I got along well with as we spoke a lot about music and exchange guitar riffs and licks. It was clear he was a Ryan Adams & The Cardinals fan. Ever since then, when he had introduced me to the Magnolia Mountain song - it has been one of my favourite songs from the band and so many good memories of São Paulo come rolling in my head whenever I listen to this song.
We had come to learn that it was one of the staff members birthday that afternoon. She was hosting a party, we were encouraged to come and celebrate. Everyone starts to make plans for transportation and get ready for a big night. I managed to get a ride with Gabriela after her shift along with Pommy Lad and another friend from Rio.
When you stay at a hostel, the world can be yours and anything goes.
By the time we had arrived, Birthday-Girl's apartment was packed like a club at midnight, full of her friends and relatives. The apartment was not very big, but I was already impressed that they had created a dance room in one of the rooms and cleared everything out in order to fit the stereo, blasting lights, more than fifty balloons covering the mid-air, hearing them pop over the tip of the cigarettes and a disco ball above spinning. I also noticed a young guy walking around the tiny apartment with a white bucket strapped around his shoulder, just like a man-bag, calling out the words "Jarra de cerveza", which means Beer Jar, a amigo from the party explained to me, "Basically everyone donates some Reais (money) and as the liquor runs low at the party. The Beer Jar is the savour" I thought that was a brilliant idea. It's amazing you can still get beer at 4am in São Paulo.
I really think that birthday parties are important in Brazil. Even when I was living outside Brazil, my Brazilian friends would be celebrating anyone's birthday party to the max. Hearing two languages all night long, bouncing backwards and forwards in English & Portuguese. Finally getting some words and phrases to impress the local girls. At that point, I knew that I was gonna get laid. I mean let's do the math here, an Aussie bloke, who is adjustable to different cultures and who knows basic words in Portuguese. The girls are interested about Australia, they're asking me if I have a pet Kangaroo, which I lie the fact that I do. This allowed me to work with something. My accent is a weapon to get attention and charm the others, entertain the people. And so, I did meet a smoking, hot flaming 'got to be all mine' girl. Slowly we developed to maintain conversations, chatted & flirted. Everything seemed pretty sweet and then, a young man came around and slides his arm around her waist. Kissed her on her check and held it there for a second. He was trying to tell me something with his body language. She had a little cute laugh and looked at him up closely and she wrapped her arm around his lower back. They are an item. Only one word comes to my mind, hard. SHIT! The fire in my body and soul had cooled right down quicker than an avalanche. Continued on engaging with them both, I had a tall glass of rum and coke. I took big mouthfuls and drank it to get out of the conversation for another refill and walk away. I had learnt my lesson in the past not to mess around with other men's territory.
Later on, during the night at the party, I had glued myself onto a small group of travellers and especially with Gabriela. The way I can describe "Gabie" in my option, is someone who likes to explore different crowds of people as she spoke English, French, Spanish and Portuguese fluent. Made sense why she had be working in the hospitality industry for a fair amount of years and to have that skill without using an app on a phone was very impressive. She was attractive Brazilian girl, around 4 foot 8, brown skin with black hair around mid-twenties. She has a passion for life & social events, she will make friends where ever she goes. I still remember what she had worn that night, tight jeans with a white Boobtube, showing off her qualities. Absolutely stunning.
Meanwhile, two guys start fuelling up with aggression and roaring at each other. A small group quickly separated the men apart from one another. I was lost in translation and could not figure what the fuss was all about. I suggested to Gabriela to go somewhere else more private and escape from Ronaldinho vs Neymar fight club. Gabriela picked up her bag and lead the way.
Walking outside towards Gable's car and the second I shut the door, it didn't take long for her to unzip my pants and her mouth on my pecker. People walked passed and the people cheered. They saw my facial expressing a sign of comfit and satisfaction while Gabie's head was elevating up and down from my grouch, thus me giving them thumps up back to the audience with a smile. Gabriela stopped massaging my tower.
Let's go somewhere, not mine and your hostel won't be a good idea, she said to me in her Latin voice.
Sure, let's find a room somewhere, I don't know this city too well, do you know a place we could go to and have some fun together?
I zipped up my pants and pulled out my smokes from my pocket.
A Motel, you know about motels right ? she asked.
You bet I do. I responded with a smile and lit up a cigarette as she turned the key and the engine kicked in.
The middle class Brazilians don't seem to be a culture where they can move out with friends or with their partners due to little financial freedom and the availability. Motels are common in Brazil, more so in São Paulo. It's perfect for two adults to spend some private time for a few hours and give each other some space away from the overcrowded homes. Motels are clean and well displayed nothing like a brothel with mirrors on the four walls and a red light bulb.
It was not easy to find a room that night. Gabriela called many places. It was not looking good. It came down to one place left in the area. Gabriela couldn't drive too far out as she had been drinking. The last place had a room. We cheered with joy and our mouths joined. Once we had arrived at a motel and clearly, I had no clue where I was in this over-crowed city in South America but not seem to care because only one thing on my mind that was to get groovy under the bed sheets. Gabriela and the front desk lady talking and laying down the cost of the hours of the room rental. Gabie translates everything back to me,"Fuck it, toda noite, vamos!" The girls had laughed at me because I had said "All night, let's go" The desk lady said something after our private laugh, looking directly at me and it was never translated. But I am sure the lady was right whatever she had commented on.
Calmly, we settled in our room as if we had been there before, we had poured some bourbon from the motel fridge, 2 mouthfuls then we started to rip each other's clothes off, kissing our exposed body parts. It didn't take long to get naked and slide the non-latex ultra thin condom on. We blended together in missionary position at the beginning, building up the heat and rhythm. This girl knew how to flow, we were able to read each other's minds and each time we switch positions it was like we knew how we both wanted it. I manage to be the captain for a while as I was holding both of her ankles wide apart and pushing my mojo back and forth sailing the yacht. Gabie had her hands on my thighs and her nails was pricing into my skin as she kept losing her grip. Sliding her sharp nails downwards. Cat claw marks started to appear on both of my thighs. I had to flip her over, it became too painful. She flips over to doggy and she is bent over like a porn star pro, totally in perfect angle. As I penetrated her Brazilian booty, I gave everything I had, wanted to make my country proud. She lowers her body, a little further closer to the mattress. Both of us moaning and thumping then, I grabbed both of her arms and slowly pulling her body off the mattress and I was leaning back to give us some lavage within our knees. Less than 10 minutes, my abs started to cramp up and the thought of giving up was placed into my mind. I finished off donating my seeds to my Latin lover. After we cleaned up, she was kind of nice enough to have given me a back rub. I am confident that I thanked her in Portuguese and passed out, snoring throughout the night.
The memory and my concentration had cleared up after two black coffees the following morning. It was a sunny day, we had spent the day together, relaxing and pretending to be a couple for the day. Walking down the streets and our behaviour was like young fresh love fooling around. Teasing each other. We meet up with some of my friends from Europe and I invited Gabriela to come along, I mean it was rude not to ask her to join me after I had mounted her the night before. I did like her company, the truth to be told. After a nice dinner at a restaurant in Itaim Bibi area, Gabriela insisted to drive me back to the hostel but what she really meant was to ride the shit out of me in her back seat. She knew I was going to leave the hostel in a few days due the fact I had already arranged to stay with a friend & his family for my final days in Brazil.
After a lifetime experience São Paulo, I had never heard from Gabie again, or maybe I will after she reads this.