The Secret I Hide Inside My Rain Boots
No one at the office imagined what my boots were hiding that rainy morning—or why I refused to take them off all day.
No one at the office imagined what my boots were hiding that rainy morning—or why I refused to take them off all day.
I was always the girl who followed the rules, until he ordered me to kneel and I realized my body had spent years waiting for someone to give it permission.
I went up in a robe, barefoot and furious, ready to yell at him. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and I knew I was the one in trouble.
Four purplish marks on my hips were the exact shape of his fingers. I dressed like an impeccable executive, but we both knew who my body already belonged to.
I turned on the system from the office just to keep an eye on the tools. What came up on the screen was my wife taking off her bikini in front of him.
When the downpour flooded the city, everyone ended up at my place. I never imagined I’d feel Damián inside me again that night—or that we wouldn’t be alone.
When he whispered, “Go, press yourself against him,” I knew we wouldn’t be going home alone that night. And part of me had been wanting it for weeks.
At that hour we all seemed more beautiful, and nobody wanted to go home. Mila opened the door to her room, and none of us imagined how the night would end.
The phrase we always whispered in bed was spoken in a low voice in front of a real man. And this time I wasn’t going to let it stay a fantasy.
“If you stay, you stay to play,” he said, looking at my friend. I only wanted him for myself, but a dark part of me wanted to see how far she’d go.
We grew up together, studied together, and kept the same secret for years. The night we buried their parents, we finally said everything out loud.
I went into the third fitting room, left the curtain exactly how I like it, and when I looked up I caught her looking inside. One of mine, I thought.
He carried the tray trembling, the skirt riding up his thighs, while they toasted and laughed. That night he wasn't a guest: he was the party's toy.
When she opened the door and saw him standing there, she knew no one had ever looked at him the way she was about to. And he meant to prove them all wrong.
That afternoon, while Sofía tried on lingerie in front of the mirror, my husband and I discovered we had gone months without looking at each other like that.
I hid the phone behind a book and opened the camera. Sebastián had no idea two more pairs of eyes were watching me undress in front of him.
I used the gap in the curtain to spy on her, but she caught me in the mirror and, instead of covering herself, began undressing for me again.
The first time was an accident. After that, every night he had company, I moved the armchair to the window and let my hand drift down on its own.
I slipped into the hallway without making a sound. The whispers were coming from the kitchen, and they weren’t from the person I expected. What I saw after that I never told anyone.
We’d been talking on WhatsApp for almost a year without ever meeting. That afternoon, in the hotel room, she sat down in front of me and started taking off her clothes.