My Girlfriend Came Back from a Trip with a Confession in the Dark

It had been one of those weeks that seem endless. We were lucky enough to sleep together from Sunday to Wednesday, but on Thursday morning Marina had to catch an early train; there were work matters that couldn’t wait. Luckily, this time she was coming back soon: by Friday afternoon she was already back in the city.

She was returning with two colleagues from the office who had to stay over for the weekend before continuing on their trip. Her company was sending them to another destination on Sunday, and our city was just a stopover. Marina had to play hostess.

I had dinner plans with friends that same night, so she offered to find a nice restaurant and show them a bit of the local nightlife. It worked out well: each of us had our own plan, and we’d see each other back home in the end.

We overlapped for barely a little while. She came by to change while her colleagues settled into the hotel, and I was still in the shower after work. I found her in the bedroom, finishing putting on a dark, fitted dress, the kind she saved for special occasions.

—You look gorgeous —I told her, leaning against the doorframe.

She just smiled and came over to give me a long kiss, the kind that makes you want to cancel everything and stay home.

—See you later. In bed, I suppose —she said before leaving.

***

It must have been around two thirty in the morning when I got near the building entrance. I texted her to say I hoped she was having a good time, to be careful on the way back, and that I was going to sleep. She replied right away.

—I’ll be there in a bit. Love you.

I took a quick shower, put on shorts and a tank top, and got straight into bed. I was halfway to sleep when I heard the door. It was her. I felt her moving around the house, putting down her bag, turning on a tap, those little things you recognize without opening your eyes. I drifted off again.

I wasn’t aware of anything else until I felt the mattress dip behind me. Marina slipped under the sheets, put an arm around me, and kissed the nape of my neck. I made a move to turn over and find her mouth, but her hand stopped me.

—Don’t turn around. Don’t say anything. Just listen to me.

I noticed she was naked. She was only wearing a thong. I felt her breasts pressed against my back and her still-damp hair tickling my neck. She ran her right hand over my waist and held my arm, as if to make sure I wouldn’t move.

What did she have to tell me in the dark, with her back turned to me?

—The first thing —she began, in a low voice, right by my ear— is the train. The three of us were in a four-seat area, two facing two. The two of them together and me opposite them. A few meters behind, in another group of four, there was a guy sitting facing me. And for the whole trip I felt him looking at me without stopping.

She paused. She dragged her nails slowly along my forearm.

—At first I played innocent, talking to my colleagues. But then I decided not to pretend. I started looking at him too. He was handsome, Daniel, really handsome. And it turned into a game: I took off my jacket slowly, ran my hand along my thigh, little gestures I knew would catch his attention. Nothing else happened, that was it. But I have to admit it turned me on. It got me horny.

I didn’t say anything. I only listened, with my heart starting to beat harder than I wanted to admit.

—The three of us had dinner and then I took them for a drink and a bit of dancing. We had a good time, but we were tired, so I walked them back to the hotel, which was right next door, planning to take a taxi myself. That was about an hour and a half ago. And I’m sure you’re wondering what I’ve done between then and now.

She pressed herself tighter against my body. I felt the warmth of her skin all along my back.

—Don’t worry. You’re going to find out right now.

***

—Right when I said goodbye to them at the hotel entrance, I realized I’d left my jacket at the place where we’d been dancing. I had to go back on myself. I went down to the lower floor and there it was, thrown beside a sofa. I picked it up, and when I turned around to go back upstairs, I looked toward the bar. And there he was. The guy from the train. Pure coincidence.

I swallowed. She noticed, because she kissed my neck again before continuing.

—He looked at me and smiled. This time he came over to talk to me. He told me he’d come to spend the weekend with some friends from here, but they were coming back from a trip too, so he’d gone out alone for a drink and was already thinking of heading back to the hotel. What a coincidence, finding me again like that, and that he’d felt like dancing with me before leaving.

—And did you dance with him? —I asked. My voice came out rougher than I expected.

—I told you not to say anything —she whispered, but I could hear the smile in her voice—. All I could think about was getting a taxi and coming home with you. I stood there thinking for a few seconds. And in the end I told myself that a little more dancing wouldn’t hurt. So I said yes. The truth is he moved well. And with what he was wearing, he was really hot.

While she spoke, her hand left my arm and started sliding down my stomach, slow, over the fabric of my shorts. I felt the touch exactly where I was already beginning to react without permission.

—At first we danced and he kept telling me things in my ear. Then he started getting closer, without ever stopping moving. —Her hand squeezed me over the shorts—. I think I can sum up what happened next, because I can tell perfectly that you’re starting to get hard.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. My body was already speaking for me.

***

—At one point the conversation got naughty —she went on, sliding her hand inside my shorts—. And he kissed me. I froze for a second, I swear. But the thrill got the better of me and I kissed him back. Our tongues found each other and things started getting more intense. He had his hands on my waist, but one started moving down to my ass. And I did the same with him.

At last she wrapped her fingers around me and started stroking slowly, setting the rhythm of what she was saying.

—I could feel his leg between mine. I could feel him getting hard too. And I, Daniel, I was starting to get wet. I stopped for a moment and told him I was going to the bathroom. And when I came back down the hallway, I saw him standing by the door to the venue’s storage room. He took my hand and invited me in with him. I looked both ways to make sure no one saw us. And I followed him.

I clenched my teeth. Marina’s hand moved up and down with a calm that was almost torture.

—Inside it was all dim light, smelled of cardboard and beer. We stood looking at each other for a moment and started kissing again, touching each other without hiding anything. He slid his hand under my dress and started stroking me over the fabric. You have no idea how turned on I got. I undid the first buttons of his shirt, and while he was touching me, I ran my tongue over his chest, over one of his nipples.

—Marina… —I said, and I didn’t even know if it was reproach or pleading.

—Quiet —she ordered softly, speeding up her hand a little—. His fingers went under the thong. This same one I’m wearing now.

She took my free hand and brought it to her hip, to the edge of the fabric, so I could feel it.

—He started slipping a finger inside me. You could hear how wet I was, I swear, you could hear it. He picked up the pace and I grabbed onto his neck, moaning softly, with my knees bent. And I was dying for more. So I turned around and braced myself against some boxes, hiked up my dress and let him see my ass, my back bent, offering myself.

Her voice had grown thicker. The hand that was jerking me off marked every sentence.

—He took a condom out of his pocket. Put it on. And he couldn’t take it anymore. He fucked me like that, standing up, from behind.

***

—He had one hand on my waist and the other on one of my breasts —she continued, and now her hand was moving faster on me—. You have no idea how wet I was, baby, how good it felt going in and out. He was out of his mind. He kept telling me between gasps how hot I was, everything he’d imagined on the train while watching me, how badly he’d wanted all through the trip to do exactly what he was doing to me. How lucky he’d been to run into me again.

I was breathing through my mouth. Every word made me tighten a little more.

—But I didn’t want him to come yet —she said—. So I straightened up, turned to face him and let him lick my breasts while I stroked his cock with my hand. And then I crouched down. I squatted and it was him who leaned back against the boxes. I started taking him into my mouth, slowly, stroking him at the same time.

I clenched the sheet in my fist. She noticed and let out a very low laugh against my nape.

—He kept saying I was driving him crazy, so I went faster. He couldn’t take it anymore and I kept moving my head. When I pulled my mouth away there’d be a thread of saliva between the tip and my tongue, and I’d take him in again. I finished him off with my hand. And he came, Daniel. He covered my breasts. It dripped between them.

I was left breathless. The image hit me all at once, and I hated how much it had turned me on.

—Right then your message came in —she murmured, softer all of a sudden—. And I answered that I’d be there in a bit and that I loved you. Because I do love you, truly, I know you know that. I cleaned myself up as best I could, gave him one last kiss and left him there in the storage room. I went out, took a taxi, and came home with you. —She paused—. But I have a problem.

—What… problem do you have? —I managed to say, almost without a voice, because she hadn’t stopped stroking me hard.

She sat up a little. I felt her press against me, her mouth brushing my ear, her voice reduced to a thread charged with need.

—That I didn’t come. And now I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, my love. I’m still horny. I’m still wet. And I can’t wait any longer.

Then I turned around. And I stopped listening.