My Former Boss’s Wife Was Waiting for Me in the Parking Garage
I parked beside her car, never guessing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine in the darkest corner of the garage.
I parked beside her car, never guessing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine in the darkest corner of the garage.
From the dance floor we were already sneaking our hands to each other; what we didn’t finish in the car, we continued in my room, unhurried and unclothed.
He slipped a scrap of paper into my hand as he cleared the plate. I read it in the room: it was his number. And I knew I wouldn’t be alone that night.
I found her panties on the hallway floor, with a note on top. From that night on, we played a game neither of us wanted to end.
I kept it for more than a decade. It all started because of a pair of white stockings and ended in a car at two in the morning with the last person I should have gotten involved with.
When she opened the door in that short dress and that alcohol-soaked smile, I knew the night wouldn’t end the way she’d planned.
I reached the entrance not knowing if I’d have the courage to go up. My name is Esteban, I’m 48, and upstairs a couple I only knew by messages was waiting for me.
When I got off the plane at two in the morning, I had no idea I’d be sleeping under the same roof as her. I only knew my brother had died and that I was far too alone.
I crossed my arms to hide what the theater’s cold had betrayed in me. Then he sat beside me without asking, as if the seat were his.
I was distracted by my phone when I felt his hands on my ribs. That night in the courtyard, nothing innocent was left between us.
I knew he’d come looking for me sooner or later. I just had to wait beneath the streetlamp and let his guilt do the rest of the work for me.
I always thought it was something for easy girls. Then I knelt in front of him, looked into the antique mirror, and realized I’d been wrong for years.
When the doorbell rang, I thought my friends had ordered dessert. Four men walked into my living room, and for the first time in years, I stopped thinking about my ex.
I took off my panties, slipped them under his pillow, and moved up against his back without even saying good morning. I had half an hour before first tutorial.
Camila whispered in the elevator that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. When Diego opened the door, I knew the afternoon was about to get out of hand.
I’d known her since I was seventeen. I had told her everything. And that afternoon, while I was zipping up her dress, I realized I wanted to kiss her too.
The two wineglasses on the coffee table and the dim bedroom light told me I was about to see something I should never have seen.
Until that night I’d been completely heterosexual. It took one bad movie choice, an improvised pillow, and a stranger’s breathing on my neck.
That afternoon on the beach, I knew the four of them were watching us. What I didn’t know was that that night everything Roberto and I had imagined would come true.
I finished my shift, the platform was brutally cold, and the driver told me I could stay in his bus to warm up. I had no idea what was coming.