Beach

I’d waited all summer for the cove to empty. It was deserted, yes—but moans behind the dunes drew me in, and I couldn’t help becoming a voyeur.

When she asked me to find her men during the summer, I knew the trip to the coast would change us forever.

I thought the nap would leave the beach empty. When I returned from the sea, she had one hand inside her bikini, eyes closed, unaware I was watching her.

Marina had spent months being invisible to her husband. Her nephew looked at her the only way she needed to be looked at. That night, the cards made a decision.

Valentina had spent four months planning that weekend. Four friends, a naturist resort, and a night none of them knew how would end.

Years of friendship, and I was looking at what I should never have looked at. One night I made a decision that changed everything between us forever.

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

That summer we rented the same little house as always, and she got out of the car with a new smile. My cousin. Forbidden. And yet, everything I wanted.

Four friends, a house near the beach, and a bottle of vodka. What started as a game became the most intense night of my life.

Natalia only wanted to get waxed before going to the beach. She didn’t expect the hotel beautician to be so striking, or what she’d find under her robe.

They were both standing in the doorway of my room, watching me sleep. She was touching herself. So was he. And when I opened my eyes, neither of them stopped.

That night at the Pinamar restaurant, Valeria learned that a big city is really just a very small town.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

He appeared among the dunes, stopped to watch, and didn’t leave. We kept going, and so did he. That’s how the most exciting game we’d ever had began.

I’d spent years filling her head with the idea, until a trip to the beach gave us the perfect setting. What I didn’t expect was the name she would say.

On the second day, the wind shook the cabin so hard that all we could do was watch movies. One of them should never have come out of that wet case.

I’d been pretending for years. When she suggested a weekend at a nudist beach with her friends, I never imagined it was the perfect trap to draw me out without warning.

I’d been glancing at him for half an hour when he spoke to me. Behind the rocks, neither of us had any intention of getting dressed again for the rest of the afternoon.

When I left the shower shaved and dizzy from rum, I saw him sitting on the bed with a pink collar and wig. The island wasn’t shelter—it was a trap.

I massaged him after the beach, without thinking. I felt his erection under his trunks and knew that summer wouldn’t end like the others.