Beach

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.

My wife whispered in my ear that she wanted that young body too. That night, on the living room sofa, everything forbidden stopped being forbidden.

When her bikini shifted on the shore and the men on the beach started staring, she didn’t fix it. She just kept walking slower.

Pablo and Laura arrived at the resort thinking about tennis. Eight adults, a terrace overlooking the sea, and one extra bottle of wine changed every plan.

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 suggested she sleep in my room so she wouldn’t be alone with her fear. I had no idea what would happen when she got into my bed.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.

Valeria was 26 when we went on vacation together. I’d spent days unable to stop looking at her, and neither of us knew what was about to happen.

Three months without seeing each other, and the moment she stepped off the plane I knew something was going to happen. What I didn’t count on was witnesses on the beach that night.