Carnival Translation

Part I

After much gnashing of teeth and pleadings with the boss, I finally got the one media assignment I had always wanted: photographic documentation of the effects of Carnival in Brazil. I strictly wanted this assignment for the travel aspect. In all respects, it was just another job to photograph how people abuse their environment. Pictures like these only sell to select magazines and online markets. In other words, the commission will be paltry. But, to travel there is my pay.

The travelling is easy. I pack light. The weather holds up, and Brazil is outside my window in no time. With my translator app ready to roll, I head out for the first of 3 nights of parades I want to document.

I have bought only the basic of media passes. I really don't need access to the parades themselves, just the street afterward. The first parade doesn't disappoint. It is a warm night, and the music and crowd are energetic. Honestly, the never ending lines of dancers and floats and music is mind blowing. I could do this every year.

As the music dies down, I begin my wait. It is evident I will be the only media member in this section, so I work my way around the SambaDrome and take a few pictures of the people leaving.

Finally, I get the courage to leave the media center and venture forth. Pass in view, I gingerly work my way through various crowds and security measures to the street level. By the time I reach the street, the noise is almost gone, but the trash is not.

The pictures write themselves. It is quite the scene, but not unexpected from a crowd of 100k, probably more. Then, as almost rising from the debris, a group of dancers approaches. At least, I assume they are dancers. They are in sweats, but each girl's hair is glittery and bunched up. There are 6 of them. And, they are all gorgeous.

I point my camera toward them, and click away. They stop.

Something is said in Portuguese. My translator won't help if I can't figure out what they're saying.

"American." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

I point at my camera, and then point all around the stadium. I point at my media pass. I pick up a piece of trash, some sort of a towel, and point at it with my camera. This is not going well.

"Ohhhhh." The girls suddenly say in unison.

We all smile together.

Then, 5 of them take off their sweatshirts, and begin dancing topless. Well, this just got very interesting. I point my camera and start taking pics. The sixth girl just stands, almost pouting, and stares at the ground.

And then, just as fast as they started, they stop. But, they begin yelling something at the sixth girl. She is not smiling so I'm not sure what to think. It doesn't sound like an argument, but the fully dressed girl doesn't seem to be very cooperative with what they are saying.

She walks toward me, just 3 steps, but she is in front of the other 5.

She stops, closes her eyes, and puts her hands above her head.

Two of the other girls walk up behind her. They stop, look at me, and then one pulls the shirt off girl #6 while the other pulls down her pants. She steps out of her pants, now completely nude except for a necklace, and eyes still closed. The five girls run off into the distance, leaving me mere feet away from a totally naked girl in a foreign land. I watch them run, and I look at her some more.

Her nipples are perfectly upturned on glorious 34 tits. Probably about a C cup. She looks to be in her early 20's. Her thighs frame a smoothly shaved pussy, the lips of which I can make out in the stadium lighting.

"How is this possible?" I ask myself. I look around as this woman stands still, arms now at her side and eyes still closed. I can tell her nipples are rock hard.

I aim my camera at her, and walk slowly in her direction. The vision of a nude woman, surrounded by this stadium and trash is the ultimate contrast.

And then, I stop. I stop myself in my tracks. I lower my camera. Something doesn't feel quite right. I allow my camera hang from my neck as I remove my jacket. I walk up to her.

"Hello?" I mutter in muted Spanish. I hold my jacket out.

She opens her eyes, revealing incredible bright green pupils surrounded by the heavy makeup you see on these dancers. Her skin is still glittering, almost like it was painted. I'm guessing the glitter was part of a spray on tan of some sort. No matter, her skin is incredible.

She stands still, arms not moving and eyes still looking forward as if not to acknowledge me. I wonder what she is imagining in her mind as I walk around and wrap my jacket around her. I manage to cover up most of her up, leaving almost all of her legs visible. Still, I feel much better about myself.

"Hey!!" I hear from my left. I look and see a man in a security guard jacket walking our way.

"American. Media." I plead, and back away from my jacket now engulfing a naked woman.

Not sure where this is about to go, I become even more perplexed as she begins talking to the guard. He walks between us, and they talk back and forth. I scout my escape should I need one.

Suddenly, the guard turns to me, smiling, and points me out. Well, that is weird. I'm hoping I'm not leaving this woman in a bad spot, but I can't afford to be arrested here. It will not end well for me in some cesspool, so I back up to leave. As I do so, I watch them talk, and he hands her something bright yellow from his jacket.

"Wait." The girl speaks, surprising me. She approaches me.

"Tomorrow night. Wear this." She speaks in broken English, but her accent is mesmerizing.

"I find you." She finishes, handing me the necklace, and a bright yellow piece of laminated paper.

I put the necklace on my neck and the paper in my pocket, then saunter away.

"Damn!" I mutter mostly silently. I need a new jacket.

Part II

I wake up the next day, eagerly anticipating the next parade in the SambaDrome. Finding a jacket isn't too big a deal in the nearby Mercado. It is actually quite interesting for some pictures. The crowds aren't overwhelming. I find a café inside as well, and sit down to work on some broken Portuguese basics in order to start some semblance of a conversation.

As nighttime approaches, I shower back at the hotel and ensure my camera equipment is ready. Then, I remember the paper. I retrieve from my pants pocket. It's an 'All-Access" media pass with an assigned media center location. This should make the parade really fun, and now I know how she will find me. The haystack is considerably smaller now, especially with this necklace on my neck.

Honestly, it's not hard to enter the media center. No one even questions my pass. I attach it to my belt, and make sure my gifted necklace is visible. The start of the parade is evident as the beat of the music increases by the minute. This particular media center is close to the SambaDrome entrance, and I wiggle up front to find a great spot.

The floats are exactly what you see on the internets: big, bold, a lot of gold, and really cool. The dancers are hot, smiling, and clothed in as little as possible. My camera takes it all in.

I'm not sure how describe this float, but it's basically the top half of a topless woman, in gold of course, with long black hair. Spectacular to say the least. On the street surrounding it are 15 dancers on one side, 15 on the other. They walk alongside the float in green dresses, dancing and smiling. Then, I see her. I lower my camera and make sure the necklace is seen by her.

Sure enough, as if there was any doubt, she does. Her green dress dances right up to me. The float stops, and I see all the other dancers have walked up to the crowd and media lining the street.

She smiles, and kisses me on both cheeks.

"Hello again." I say, in portuguese.

"Hi". She responds.

I see her dress has strings up both sides as she dances for me.

"What is your name?" I ask. I only have a few more things to ask and not sure how much time I will have with her.

"Suian." She responds.

"That's a nice name." I say.

"Pull here, and here ." Suian says in english, pointing at two string on either side of her dress.

I grab the strings, and pull. It only take a little pressure, and the strings give way. I pull all the way down until the string falls from the eyelets. Then, both the front and back of the dress fall away, revealing Suian in her dancer clothes. Well, it resembles mostly a thong swimsuit. Her skin is again covered in glittery paint. Her feet are in impossibly high heels, and her breasts are held up by golden fabric hands. It is clear to see there is no underwear, just the outfit sure to drive men crazy.

I then look down the line, and see all the girls have done the same. Their asses are now visible, and I sure wish I had some golden hands for all those glorious breasts. Anyway, Suian stops swaying in front of me, and grabs my face. A kiss to both cheeks followed by a kiss on the lips gets my blood flowing. She smiles, and dances away to my left. The other girls to my right follow suit, only several stop at me and give me a kiss. Eight in all, if you're keeping count. And yes, I did.

The rest of the parade is simply fun to watch and enjoy. The view of the SambaDrome from street level is unbelievable. As it ends, I exit the media area and begin taking more pictures. The last visible asses of dancers in thongs is a perfect frame for the trash left behind.

To end the evening, the security guard from last night walks up to me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hello." I respond.

He begins talking, but I have to hand him my phone with the translator app in the hope we can converse. He types furiously, then shows me the messages. We type back and forth.

"I have some rules for you. Follow carefully, and your reward will be much. Right now, you will be allowed to touch her, but no fucking. If you are patient, that will happen." He has typed a lot.

"Who are you? Who is she?" I type.

"Just know she is my wife, and she has certain fantasies to live out. I also get to live out my fantasies, but do not worry. I am not into men." He replies.

"Go on." I direct.

"Tomorrow morning at 8am, arrive at the bus stop just across from the media center entrance. You will meet her, and follow her directions. Bring your translator." He replies.

I nod affirmatively as he hands me my phone. He walks off into the evening once again, and I wonder exactly what fantasies I get to witness. Better yet, there may be sex with an incredible woman involved. Damn.

Part III

I wake up way too early, but still feel rushed as I grab a banana, apple, and coffee before heading a few blocks over the bus stop. I approach and pick a spot on the sidewalk where I can enjoy my coffee and watch the city wake up.

Suian arrives, mysteriously dressed again in that green dress from last night, and carrying a small backpack. I ready my phone to do some heavy duty translating.

"Hello." I say, hopefully not too eagerly.

"Hello." She replies. "Get on the bus with me, okay?"

I type a quick question. "Where is your husband?"

As the bus approaches, she replies. "He will join us at the next stop. Act like you don't know he is there."

The number on the bus is an even number, which means it will return to this spot in an hour. I learned very quickly to stay off the odd numbered buses. They don't stop close to where you start.

Anyway, we get on and Suian guides me to the back to sit together. There are only a few people on board. The bus moves on, and she hands me her backpack.

"I hope to learn about your fantasies." I type, and hand her the phone.

"My husband will be here at the next stop, and we will begin." She replies.

As promised, he boards, and sits behind us to my right.

"Pull here." Suian directs, just like last night.

Not sure why I didn't notice the strings on the dress, but there they are again, beckoning to me. I grab one and pull. It unravels from the dress, starting at her shoulder and then along her back just behind her arm.

As I pull the string away from her dress, Suian moves slightly to face me and points at the other string on the front side of the dress. I grab it and pull it quickly in anticipation of what I am about to see.

As I finish, Suian folds the neck of her dress down to expose a tag.

"Now, pull here." It is written on the tag.

Suian closes her eyes as I begin pulling on the tag. The dress falls apart into her lap, and behind her back. Her breasts come into view, nipples rock hard. She is wearing nothing underneath this time. I hear her breathing now and that is about all I can focus on. I continue pulling the front of the dress off of her body, exposing more and more skin. The glitter is gone, but her tanned skin still entices. The dark brown nipples are as glorious as the other night.

I pull the rest of the front of the dress off her, and find another tag.

"Put the dress into my backpack." It says.

I stare at Suian, now completely uncovered, and here I am holding her dress with her husband just behind me. I think I am understanding her fantasy.

I open the backpack and find yet one more tag attached to a piece of leather.

"Put this on me." It says on the tag.

I pull out what appears to be a belt or strap attached to some silky material, and replace it with the front of her dress and the strings I pulled off.

The leather is short, and appears it will only fit in one place: around her neck The silky material will fall from the leather around her neck and onto her body. I just can't tell how long the material is. That thought quickly fades as I realize Suian is now sitting next to me, completely naked.

I reach toward a breast to feel the rock hard nipple. Suian catches her breath as my hand touches her skin. But, I brush my hand past both breasts ever so slightly, then continue around her arm to grab the remaining dress material. Suian leans forward allowing me to pull the material down.

Then, I reach between her legs, spreading my fingers between the thighs as I move toward her shaved pussy. Her legs part and I am able to find my goal quickly: the rest of the dress. I pull on it, and Suian moves each side of her body up so the dress is easily removed from under her ass.

As if waking from a dream, I realize my surroundings. Here is Suian sitting next to me, completely naked, eyes closed, and we are on a bus. Her husband is right behind me, and no one on this bus has noticed us. Yet.

Part IV

I put the remaining part of the dress into the backpack, and begin unfastening the leather collar.

Without direction, Suian stands up. I gasp, and also stand up. I hope I can get this collar on her quickly and cover her nudity with the material without too many people noticing. As I look around, I can feel that Suian's husband has also gotten up. I see a few wandering eyes look away as if told to look elsewhere.

As the bus rumbles along, I am able to fasten the collar around Suian's neck, then arrange the material around her body. There isn't much of it, and my fingers show clearly through it as I smooth it along her legs. Suian sits down. The sun shining through the bus window illuminates her nipples and beautiful round tits. Her eyes flutter open.

"Wow." I say to her. I grab my phone. I have a few questions.

"You are amazing." I type.

"Thank you." She says, and begins typing.

"You have made one of my fantasies come true, actually several so far, but this bus is my favorite. I have planned it for the past month, and my husband agreed to come watch and protect me." She has typed a lot.

"Now what do we do?" I ask.

"SambaDrome." She replies.

And here we are, back at our starting point. I simply don't remember any of our stops, and the past hour has gone quite quickly. We disembark and head to the stadium, which is empty of course, and sparkling clean for tonight's parade.

Suian's husband is directly behind us, and I drop back to shake his hand. Doing so allows me the incredible view of her naked body covered only by a sheer filmy fabric.

"Marco." He says.

"Thank you." I say in Portuguese.

"Here." Marco says, handing me a matching leather leash for Suian's collar.

Giddy with anticipation, I grab the leash and almost run to Suian. The leash attaches to the collar onto a chrome ring. This could be interesting.

"Do not panic." Marco directs.

With that, Suian begins thrashing around as if to fight against her restraint. She is powerful, but not too hard to control. She spins around, exposing her body totally as the fabric flies above her. Her thrashing stops, and she drops to her knees. Marco stays back as I watch Suian.

First, Suian removes the leash. Second, she grabs all the material into her hands. At this, Marco beckons me over to the media center fence. We walk over, and rest against it and look back to Suian.

With little resistance, Suian is able to remove all the fabric from the collar. She is now completely uncovered, wearing only some shoes and a collar.

Suian lays on her back, spreads her legs, and begins rubbing her pussy. With little time to waste, she plunges a finger in between her pussy lips, and spreads herself for us. I look around. We are somehow alone in this enormous stadium. How long is for anyone to guess.

Suian puts her heels on the ground, and raise her ass up off the ground. She reaches both hands under her ass and spreads herself even more wide open, fingering herself furiously.

"Watch this part." Marco whispers.

Suian turns over onto her knees, and reaches between her legs to her incredibly wet pussy. She grabs both pussy lips and spreads them again. With that, she plunges her right fist into her now wide open and dripping cunt. Right there, the fisting happens, in broad daylight. Blood is flowing into my cock, and I fight off the erection, but Suian is making it impossible.

She doesn't last long. The stream of pussy juices and cum squirts out all over the parade route. I know exactly where I will sitting tonight. Speaking of tonight, Marco has one last message for.

"We are about to leave. If you return tonight, fucking will most likely happen. The choice is yours." He types.

And with that, he leaves my side, hands Suian a light jacket from the backpack. She puts it on, still wearing the collar, and they walk off.