The Stranger on the Bus Who Ended Up in Our Bed

The shift ended at three in the afternoon, in that sticky August heat that makes your shirt cling to your back like a second skin. I washed my hands in the stockroom bathroom, tossed my apron into my locker, and went out into the street expecting to catch the bus alone.

Valeria surprised me at the stop.

I saw her from a distance: she was walking in that light-fabric dress, the kind that moves with every breeze. It was pale blue, with thin straps, and reached halfway down her thighs. She wore her hair loose and had a smile I knew well. It wasn't the smile that said, “I came to pick you up because I missed you.” It was the other one.

“Hi, love,” she said when she arrived, pressing herself against me from chest to hips. I felt the heat of her body before I felt anything else.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“I came for you. Do I need to explain more?”

She kissed my neck slowly, her mouth barely open. I felt her warm breath and the way her hands hooked around my hips. It wasn't her usual welcome-home kiss. It was a different kind of kiss.

“Are you wearing anything under that dress?” I asked in her ear.

“Just what I always wear,” she replied, and pulled away with that smile.

The bus arrived three minutes later. We boarded at the back of the line and went straight to the seats in the rear, where there were always fewer people. I sat by the window and Valeria settled beside me, pressing her thigh against mine. The engine roared and the vehicle set off, rattling through the downtown streets.

The city was an oven at that hour. The bus's air conditioning wasn't working properly, and almost all the passengers stared blankly at their phones or out the windows. No one was paying attention to anything in particular.

Valeria crossed her legs, and her dress slid upward. Just a little. Enough.

I rested a hand on her knee and began moving it slowly upward, following the curve of her thigh. She didn't move. She kept looking straight ahead with the calm she had when she was very turned on, as if the effort of appearing normal were costing her all the self-control she had left.

I reached the hem of the dress. Her skin was hot. I went a little farther and confirmed what I'd already suspected: she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

“I told you,” she murmured, barely moving her lips.

I withdrew my hand before anyone could see anything, but the damage was done. Or the good, depending on how you looked at it.

***

He boarded at the third stop.

He was young, one of those men who looked between twenty-five and thirty but could have been younger. Dark pants, a white T-shirt, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked toward the back of the bus, saw the empty seats, and sat on the aisle side, two places to my right.

He didn't say anything. Nobody says anything on the bus.

But two minutes later I noticed he wasn't looking at his phone. He was looking sideways. Carefully, with the kind of furtiveness fear teaches you when you're afraid of being caught. He was looking at Valeria's thighs, which were still showing beneath the hem of her dress.

Valeria had noticed him too. I knew her too well not to realize it: she'd uncrossed her legs very slowly, and the dress had ridden up another centimeter. Maybe two.

I leaned toward her.

“He's looking at you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I know,” she replied, in a voice that wasn't nearly as low as it should have been.

“Want me to say something to him?”

She took a second. Just one.

“Do whatever you want.”

I turned my head toward the guy. He tensed slightly, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. But he didn't look away.

“Don't worry,” I told him quietly. “She likes being watched.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. He gave the slightest nod, his eyes still fixed on Valeria.

Valeria turned her head toward him for the first time. She looked him up and down with that calm expression that drove me crazy, then turned to face forward again. But she parted her knees a little.

The guy swallowed visibly.

“What's your name?” I asked.

“Matías,” he replied, his voice raspier than he'd intended.

“I'm Marco. This is Valeria. Want to sit beside her?”

There wasn't much deliberation. He stood and changed seats.

Valeria didn't look at him when he sat down beside her. She kept her eyes forward, but the hand resting on her thigh moved slightly to the side, toward him. A small gesture. A wordless invitation.

Matías's hand covered hers first. Then it moved inward, slowly, following the same path mine had taken earlier. I saw Valeria press her lips together. I saw her close her eyes for a moment before opening them again and continuing to look straight ahead, as though nothing were happening.

There were other passengers, and there was a limit to what could be done without someone noticing. But it lasted long enough to know how this was going to continue.

When they announced our stop, I asked Matías if he wanted to come with us.

He didn't take any time to answer.

***

The three of us walked along the sidewalk. The sun was no longer beating straight down, but the heat was still there, humid and heavy. Valeria walked in the middle, one hand on my arm and the other brushing Matías's elbow without quite holding it. We spoke little. There was no need.

Four blocks. The longest four blocks of my recent life.

When we reached the building, Valeria took out her keys and opened the door without hurrying. We went up to the second floor in silence. In the elevator, the three of us looked at one another and nobody said a word, but we all knew exactly what was about to happen.

***

I closed the apartment door, and when I turned around, Valeria was already kissing Matías.

It wasn't a shy kiss. She had both hands around his neck and he had his hands on her waist, and they kissed as if they'd known each other for a long time. I leaned against the wall and watched them.

There was something strange about it. Not strange in the sense of uncomfortable. Strange in the sense that it was real, that it was happening thirty centimeters away from me and not on a screen. Valeria's body, which I knew by heart, responding to someone we'd known for less than an hour.

They broke apart, breathing a little harder. Valeria turned her head toward me.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Better than all right,” I replied.

She gave me a quick, brief kiss, then took Matías by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

***

I stayed standing in the doorway.

Valeria hiked her dress up to her waist, then pulled it off in one motion and let it fall to the floor. She wore nothing but the thong, which at that moment covered practically nothing. She lay back on the bed with her arms open and looked at Matías with an expression I knew well.

“Come here,” she told him.

Matías knelt on the bed and began kissing her neck, her collarbone, moving slowly down her sternum. Valeria arched her back when he reached her belly. When he continued downward, she closed her eyes and reached one hand toward where I was standing, searching for me.

She found my wrist and squeezed it.

Matías ran his mouth along her leg, slowly, opening her knees wider with one hand while the other held her hip. I watched Valeria's chest rise and fall faster, watched her nipples harden, watched the skin on her neck and belly grow damp. Matías wasn't grabbing at her; he knew how to use his tongue, how to lick, how to press his lips where she became most agitated. Valeria moaned softly, her breathing broken, and squeezed my wrist as if she didn't want to let go of me even though at that moment she was busy devouring him with her legs.

“There, right there,” she said, almost voiceless. “Don't stop.”

Matías looked up at me for a second, as if asking for permission or confirmation, and I nodded. Then he buried his face between her legs with more hunger. He pulled the thong aside with his fingers and licked her slowly and insistently, smearing his mouth without the slightest shame. Valeria lifted her hips slightly, seeking more contact, and let out a cleaner, longer moan, the kind that could no longer be faked.

“Fuck,” she whispered, and then, louder: “Like that. Like that. Suck me like that, you son of a bitch.”

The words hit me in the chest. Not because they surprised me; because they made her more real. Matías didn't shrink back. On the contrary, he spread his fingers wider over her thighs and held her firmly while he worked his tongue with precision, finding just the right rhythm, alternating pressure and pauses to keep her hanging on the edge. I could see the wet shine on his chin when he pulled away a little to breathe and then buried himself in her again. Valeria was no longer trying to restrain herself. Her face was flushed, her mouth half open, and every so often she looked at me as if she wanted me to see exactly what he was doing to her.

Matías made her come with his mouth first. Her whole body tightened suddenly, her back arched, one hand clutching the sheets and the other still locked around my wrist. She let out a rough moan, almost a muffled cry, then lay trembling, breathing in short gasps, her legs still open while Matías continued licking her slowly to prolong the shuddering.

When she came back to herself, Valeria opened her eyes and gave him a slight push against the forehead.

“Don't finish yet,” she told him. “Not yet.”

Matías wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled faintly. Then he began undressing with the same calm he'd had when he'd sat down on the bus, but now there was something else in his body: he was hard, outlined, his cock already half risen against the fabric of his pants. Valeria looked at him without hiding it, running her eyes over him as if assessing the merchandise before touching it. She gave me a soft slap on the thigh.

“You too,” she said.

I moved closer. There wasn't much ceremony: I stripped quickly, feeling the hot air of the room against my skin, and ended up naked in front of them both. Matías looked me up and down with frank curiosity; Valeria, on the other hand, wore that hungry expression that turned her into someone else. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave me a slow smile.

“Come here,” she repeated.

I knelt beside her. First I kissed her. Then I put two fingers in her mouth and let her suck them slowly, staring at me without blinking. I wanted to kiss her again, but she grabbed my face and turned me toward Matías.

“Now him,” she ordered.

Matías came closer without saying anything and took me by the nape. We kissed awkwardly at first, testing the space, measuring the saliva, until Valeria pulled us both down by the shoulders and made us settle between her legs again. The bed creaked. The air filled with ragged breathing, skin brushing skin, a filthy urgency that could no longer be turned back.

Valeria lay on her back and spread her legs with obscene naturalness. She pointed at me with her chin.

“Put your fingers in me,” she said.

I obeyed. She was still soaked. I slid one finger in first, then two, entering slowly until she gasped hard and dug her fingers into my forearm. Matías leaned over at the same time and bit her breast, hard, without hurting her but leaving a mark. She let out a brief, muffled laugh and looked at me with that mixture of command and mockery that she only brought out in situations like this.

“Deeper,” she said. “Don't be shy.”

I pushed a little farther and felt her close around my fingers with that wet pressure that made you lose your head. Matías positioned himself behind her and spread her buttocks with both hands, kneading her ass while rubbing his cock between her legs, hard and hot, pushing against her mound without entering yet. Valeria moaned from both sides, gathering tension like a rope about to snap.

“I want you to fill me,” she said bluntly, looking at us both. “One after the other. Don't make me wait.”

Matías pulled his pants all the way off, and his cock sprang free, thick and red at the tip. I took a condom from the drawer of the nightstand and handed it to him. He put it on quickly. Valeria watched him and smiled to one side.

“That's how I like it,” she murmured. “No bullshit.”

We positioned her between us. I knelt at the level of her mouth and gave her my cock to kiss while Matías settled behind her, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance with a patience that seemed almost provocative. Valeria took a deep breath, gripped my shoulders, and nodded once.

Then Matías entered her.

Slowly at first, sinking into her with visible pressure that made her clench her jaw. Valeria released a long, raw moan, and her body arched in a way that left my mouth dry. I kept kissing her, feeling her bite my lip whenever the thrust pushed her forward. Matías didn't rush. He gave her body time to open, time to adjust to that cock entering farther and farther, until he was buried all the way inside her and released a trembling breath against the back of her neck.

“That's it,” Valeria said, her voice broken. “Right there. Now that's it.”

He began moving harder. The wet sound of their bodies filled the room, accompanied by the bed striking the wall. I had her facing me, watching her features loosen every time Matías thrust a little more forcefully. I slipped my hand between her legs and kept touching her in time with his thrusts, sinking my fingers into her already sensitive flesh, until she writhed and dug her nails into my back.

“Marco,” she panted. “Don't stop. Don't leave me alone now.”

I sucked one of her nipples while Matías fucked her from behind with an obsessive regularity, moving in and out as his breathing grew heavier. Valeria's legs were spread as far as they could go, her hair stuck to her neck, her face shining with sweat. A new sound escaped her with every thrust: a moan, a curse, a breath through clenched teeth. I loved seeing her like that, lost but still giving orders, enjoying losing control without losing her power.

She took my face in one hand.

“I want your mouth,” she said.

I gave it to her. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue pushing in without care. At the same time, Matías gripped her hips and changed the angle of his penetration, deeper, harder, and Valeria let out a loud cry that broke at the end. She went still for a second, trembling all over, then began moving against him desperately.

“Come on,” she urged him. “Harder. Like that. Like that, goddamn it.”

Matías obeyed. The bed began pounding faster. I held her legs while he broke her with short, firm thrusts, his cock driving all the way in over and over, making her moan with her mouth open and her eyes half closed. She was drenched in sweat and arousal, completely surrendered. She came against the hand I kept moving between her legs, and on top of that she kept asking for more, as if she had no recognizable limit.

She came a second time with a muffled cry, clutching the sheets and arching backward against Matías's cock. I watched her bite her lip, tense from head to toe, then lie trembling and broken-breathed while he kept giving it to her until he left her empty of strength. When she could barely hold herself up, she gestured to me with her fingers twice, inviting me to enter wherever I wanted.

I positioned myself between her legs and penetrated her slowly, feeling how open and sensitive she still was, hot in a way that made me clench my teeth. She received me with a low, deep moan and placed both hands on my chest. Matías pulled back a little, just enough not to break the rhythm, and stayed close, touching her ass and waist while I began to move. Valeria stared straight at me.

“Now you,” she said. “Make me come again.”

I gave her what she asked for. I started gently and gradually increased the pace, driving my cock deeper with every thrust, until she closed around me again and made me lose my rhythm for a moment. Matías stroked her clitoris with two fingers, and once again the room filled with those wet, broken sounds that only come out when nobody is pretending. Valeria writhed between us, one hand at the back of my neck and the other on Matías's thigh, taking us both to the same edge.

“Yes,” she said, breathless. “Yes. Like that.”

When she came for the third time, her mouth was open and her eyes locked on mine, as if she wanted to drag me with her into the same hole. I didn't last much longer. I felt the pressure building until it became unbearable, and I finished in the condom while I was still buried inside her. Matías remained leaning over her back for a moment, breathing hard. Valeria collapsed between us, exhausted and satisfied, her skin still trembling.

***

Matías left when the sun had completely gone down.

Valeria walked him to the apartment door, and I heard them speak quietly in the hallway for a moment, without hurrying. The door closed, and she returned to the bedroom with her hair tousled and the expression of someone still processing something.

She lay down beside me. We remained silent for a while, staring at the ceiling.

“How was it?” I asked, though I didn't need the answer.

“Good,” she said. Then, after a pause: “Very good.”

I looked at her from the side. She was still staring at the ceiling.

“We didn't ask for his number,” she said.

“No.”

“What a shame,” she said, without much conviction. As if it wasn't really a shame, but simply something that had to be said.

She put an arm around me and settled against my side. Outside, the neighborhood continued with its usual noise. Horns, a dog somewhere, the downstairs neighbor's television playing. Everything was the same as always, as if nothing had happened.

But something had happened. And we both knew it, even though neither of us said anything else that night.