If I have to be put into a category when it comes to my main sexual preference, I’d be known as an ass man.

There’s nothing more sexy or arousing to me than a woman’s beautifully shaped butt. I actually consider myself a connoisseur of ass, whether it’s squeezed into jeans, sheathed in tights or wrapped in a swimsuit. This is why I need to tell you about Lili.

We met at a beach in Brazil. I hardly know any Portuguese, but I did lick my lips looking at the women lying on the beach. They wore practically nothing. I found a spot on the hot sand for my blanket next to Lili. She wore an incredible silver metallic thong. In an effort to start a conversation, I asked her in broken Portuguese for the name of a good seafood restaurant in the area. It turned out she was from Rio, had gone to college in Boston, and she spoke excellent English.

Lili had a great place in mind for dinner and suggested a favorite restaurant on the water. How could I not invite this beautiful woman along with me, I thought. She accepted.

As we walked back toward the hotel, I had to hide my erection behind my book. The novel wasn’t at all suspenseful, but the tension I felt from watching Lili’s beautiful ass was the stuff of best-sellers.

When I asked her about changing into fresh clothes, she reached into her tote bag and pulled out a handful of bright neon-colored cloth and said, “I have another swimsuit.” I hoped that I wouldn’t choke with excitement when we sat down to eat dinner.

We’d bought a bottle of the local wine and chilled it in the bathroom sink with ice. I let Lili use the shower first. My cock was busting out of my swim trunks. The sight of her smooth, tanned ass was driving me absolutely crazy! I wanted to touch it.

“Mitchell, come in here, please,” Lili called from the bathroom. The room was steamy and she held out a hotel glass filled with wine. A towel was wrapped around her wet body. Lili’s white tan line showed on each of her shoulders and I jokingly asked what her bottom tan looked like. The towel fell to the floor.

Lili’s brown ass cheeks glistened. I kissed her on her lips, tasting the wine, and grabbed her ass with my hand. It was a quite delightful feeling indeed. The woman did not have a gram of fat on her body, and her butt fit my palm perfectly.

In the meantime, Lili had slipped her hand down my trunks and was jerking off my stiff cock. I asked her to bend over and she leaned on the tiles of the bathroom counter.

Her ass was magnificent, and her long, thin legs held it up like an offering. Lili’s pussy was covered in curly pubic hair that was shaved to her tan lines, and her sphincter was tightly puckered like a pink bud.

I told her to continue rubbing my cock while I stood behind her. She rested her head on the counter and she reached her hand backward and began stroking my cock and balls from between and around her legs while I drank in the sight of her ass. I gripped her by the hips and ran my fingers up the slight crease of her pussy. I coated my finger in her juices and circled the rim of her asshole.

Lili cried out as I worked my finger past the tight little ring of her ass muscles. She stroked the head of my cock until I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I came all over her ass in white strings of sticky come. She climaxed just after me, and I licked my semen from her ass as we revived.

The sight of her ass danced in my mind the entire flight home. When I arrived in the States, I dialed an international operator to place a call to Brazil. Lili came on the line, and I told her how much I longed for her ass and her touch. “I’m stroking my cock like you did,” I said, gasping.

Lili panted over the phone, thousands of miles away, but I imagined her ass as if it was in my hands. She swallowed hard over the phone. “Touch me, Mitchell,” she said, and then told me how she was sliding her hand down the curve of her ass cheek, looking with her fingers for the puckered hole in the crack of her ass.