What Happened in the Van When My Boyfriend Went to the Supermarket

I still struggle to tell about that August afternoon in the beach parking lot at Las Calas without feeling the heat rising up my neck. My boyfriend Iván had spent two hours insisting he was going down for ice and a few beers, and when he finally set off, I was left alone in the English guys’ van with a dry throat and sweating hands.

It had only taken one exchange of looks at the beach bar an hour earlier. I was in a bikini, drying my hair with a towel, and they walked past shouting in English, laughing at anything and everything. Seven tall guys, most of them blond, with skin gone pink from sunburn and gym-shaped shoulders. One of them, the tallest, had held my gaze for two seconds too long. I smiled back without thinking. I wasn’t expecting much more than that.

But then, in the parking lot, while Iván parked our van beside theirs, I saw them again. One of them spoke Spanish with a Murcian accent. He was the dark-haired one in the group, the only one who looked Mediterranean. We started chatting while my boyfriend wrestled with the tailgate. Where were you from, how many days had you been here, did you fancy a beer later. Stupid things. Innocent things.

Innocent things until Iván told me he was going to the supermarket for ice and would be back in fifteen minutes.

—Are you coming? —he asked.

—No, leave me here. It’s too hot in the car. I’ll wait outside.

When he started the engine and disappeared up the exit ramp, I was still leaning against the side of the English guys’ van, talking to the dark-haired one. And suddenly, without anyone saying anything explicit, we all looked at each other knowing the same thing. Fifteen minutes. Seven guys. A van with tinted windows.

The dark-haired one, whose name was Dani, smiled at me with the most sincere face in the world.

—If you want, come in for a moment. It’s cooler inside —he said.

He didn’t call me a slut or say anything dirty. Just that. And I opened the sliding door and climbed in.

***

Inside it smelled of sunscreen, sweat, and something sweet that must have been one of their deodorants. I sat on the back bench and crossed my legs, trying to look calm. But my heart was racing like I’d had three coffees.

—Tell them to come in too —I whispered to Dani—. All of them. Have them sit around me. If Iván comes back early and looks in from outside, I don’t want him to see me in here.

Dani translated. The English guys laughed at first, then grew serious when they realized I meant it. One by one they climbed in. The tall blond, the one who had held my gaze at the beach bar, sat next to me. The others settled around us: two on the back bench with me, three in the middle seats turned toward me, and Dani stayed up front, watching everything with a grin that was half wicked, half disbelieving.

The sliding door shut with a dull thud.

All at once I was trapped with seven strangers in a half-empty parking lot, eight minutes from the town center, with a boyfriend who could show up at any moment or never show up at all. Because they could also start the engine and take me anywhere. They could do whatever they wanted with me. And I knew it.

I knew it perfectly well and still I lowered the strap of my dress without thinking.

—Tell the blond —I whispered to Dani without taking my eyes off my blue-eyed neighbor— to fuck me already. Right now. I don’t want to wait.

Dani translated. The blond smiled, said something in English that sounded like a question, and Dani looked back at me.

—He’s asking if you mean it.

My answer was to open my dress. The bikini was soaked underneath; I could already feel it sticky against my thighs. I hiked the skirt up to my waist and spread my knees. My bikini bottoms were stringy, almost transparent. The blond looked down and went silent for a full three seconds. As if he couldn’t believe it. As if he thought it was some drunk Spanish joke.

—Fuck me —I repeated out loud for everyone, even though none of them understood me. I lifted my hands and started undoing the knot of the bikini top at my hips myself. The fabric fell onto the seat like a wet rag.

There were no more doubts after that.

The blond yanked his swim trunks open and pulled his cock out. He’d been hard already, thick, with that upward curve that had always driven me crazy whenever I saw it on a screen. He grabbed both my knees, pulled them wide apart, and thrust in all at once. All the way in.

The moan that tore out of me was not elegant. It was ugly, hoarse, almost a whimper. But I didn’t care, because the feeling of his cock splitting me open while six guys watched from thirty centimeters away was the most obscene and most exact thing I had ever felt.

He started moving fast. The first thrusts were pure urgency, as if he hadn’t touched anyone in a week. The van rocked slightly. I gripped the back of the seat with both hands so I wouldn’t slide sideways with each shove.

One of the guys on the neighboring bench pulled my dress all the way down from above. My breasts bounced free, and immediately I felt two huge hands kneading them like fruit. They pinched my nipples, tugged them upward, squeezed hard. Another guy grabbed the back of my neck and turned my face toward him, not to kiss me, just to look at me properly while they fucked me.

—Harder —I gasped, not quite sure who I was telling—. Harder, fuck, fuck me, fuck…

The blond understood even if he didn’t understand. He sped up even more. The sound of his pelvis slamming against mine was almost embarrassingly wet.

***

At some point, after several minutes like that, the blond stopped for a second, breathing deeply. He slowed down. He started moving more slowly, deeper, as if he wanted to enjoy me properly. And I, already dripping cunt juice onto the seat, melted under him.

—Like that, like that, slow… —I whispered.

Taking advantage of the change in rhythm, I turned my head toward Dani, who was still beside me with his pants bulging. I put a hand on his thigh and smiled at him.

—You come too. I want to suck you off while he fucks me.

Dani didn’t need to be told twice. He unfastened himself, pulled his cock out —medium-sized, thick, very dark— and came closer until he had it at my mouth level. I caught it with my lips and started sucking him with that devotion I only have when I’m really horny, when I don’t care about making noise, drooling, or looking into the eyes of whoever is inside me.

The blond behind me kept moving calmly, filling me with long thrusts. I moaned against Dani’s cock, around it, and every time the blond drove in deep, the sound came out muffled, vibrating.

Without letting go of it, I raised a finger to ask for a moment. I pulled Dani’s cock from my mouth with a wet kiss on the tip and, gasping, asked him:

—Give me one last translation. Tell them they can jack off while watching all they want. But I want them to come in my mouth. Not on my body, not on my face. In my mouth. I want to swallow everything so Iván won’t see anything when he comes back.

Dani repeated the words in English slowly and clearly so the five who still hadn’t touched me would understand without any doubt. There was a brief silence. Then a couple of nervous laughs. And right away, the five of them dropped their swim trunks almost at the same time and started masturbating while looking at me.

Five hard cocks around me. Hands moving fast. Eyes fixed on my face, my breasts, the place where the blond was going in and out of me. I took Dani’s cock into my mouth again and started sucking it with double devotion: one for him, another for the five waiting their turn.

The inside of the van was a small jungle. The smell of sex, wet skin sounds, gasps in two languages, the squeak of the seat springs. Me in the middle of it all, offered up, open, swallowing.

Completely happy.

***

Suddenly I felt the blond go rigid. He stopped thrusting, buried himself to the hilt, and stayed there, trembling a little. He muttered something in English while looking down, at where he was pressed against me. Then he looked up and said something else, this time looking me in the eyes, with a voice that sounded almost like a confession.

Dani, still with his cock brushing my lips, listened and translated it to me in a whisper:

—He says… fuck, he says you have the best cunt he’s ever fucked in his life. That it’s hotter, tighter, and wetter than his girlfriend’s. He can’t believe it.

I felt the blush rise from my neck to my ears. Not from embarrassment. Mostly from pride, and from a new, different kind of arousal. I let go of Dani’s cock with one last lick and looked the blond straight in the eyes. I was flushed, sweaty, disheveled, with red finger marks all over my chest. And I felt gorgeous.

—Thank you —I whispered, even though he wouldn’t understand the word—. I love that you like it so much.

Without thinking too much about it, I pulled my dress all the way down from above again. I cupped my breasts with both hands, pushed them together, shoved them toward his face.

—Here. They’re yours until you come. Do whatever you want with them.

He didn’t need a translation. He lowered his head, caught one nipple between his lips, and started sucking it with a mix of hunger and care I hadn’t expected from a guy who had been fucking me like an animal thirty seconds earlier. He moved to the other nipple. Then back to the first. All the while, without stopping his movement inside me, his fingers kneaded both my tits, pressed them against his face, squeezed them with a low groan.

I threw my head back and let him do it.

—Yes, like that, eat them… —I panted—. Keep fucking me slowly. Enjoy my tits as much as you want.

***

A couple of minutes passed like that. I had almost forgotten the danger, Iván, the parking lot, the car that could appear up the ramp at any moment. I only felt the blond’s body on top of mine, his tongue on my nipples, his cock sliding in and out at a rhythm that already felt custom-made for me.

Then I felt the change. The thrusts became shorter, more erratic. The blond’s breathing quickened against my neck. The muscles in his back tightened under my hands.

He was going to come.

Not really knowing why, instead of pushing his head down so he would come outside, I did the opposite. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him toward me, pressed his chest against my tits, and found his mouth with mine.

The kiss I gave him was not a van kiss or a wild kiss. It was soft, slow, almost like a girlfriend’s kiss. Parted lips, unhurried tongue, both hands on the back of his neck. I kissed him as if we’d been together six months and this were a silly afternoon in my bedroom, not a fifteen-minute betrayal in a beach parking lot.

Right then, against my lips, he gave a long groan and emptied himself inside me.

It wasn’t a huge release. Just a few warm, short spurts, more from nerves than anything else. But I felt them all. I felt his cock pulsing, filling me with as much as it could, and that, as it shouldn’t have, I liked. I liked that he gave himself up inside me while I kissed him like he was mine.

I stroked the back of his neck slowly while he kept spilling, whispering against his mouth words he didn’t understand:

—That’s it, come inside me, you’re so good…

When he stopped trembling, I didn’t let him go right away. I kissed him for a couple more seconds, soft, affectionate, and left him one last little kiss at the corner of his lips before releasing him.

He stayed staring at me with a look of complete confusion. I smiled at him.

With all the guys I’ve ever slept with in my life, this English stranger who doesn’t even know my name has just told me I have the best cunt he’s ever tasted. Better than his girlfriend’s. Fuck.

I felt absurdly happy. Womanly, beautiful, desired. The way I hadn’t felt in months.

I stroked the blond’s cheek with my fingertips and said, knowing he wouldn’t understand me:

—Honestly, thank you. What you said made me so happy.

Then I looked at Dani over the Englishman’s shoulder.

—Translate that for him. Tell him the compliment made me happy. That he may have a girlfriend, but the women he fucks around out there make him very happy.

Dani translated it with a wicked smile. The blond laughed softly, gave me a quick kiss, and finally pulled away, sliding out of me carefully.

When he came out, I felt the warm trickle of his seed running between my legs toward the seat. And my cunt, still open, still throbbing, already waiting for the next one.

Behind the blond, the other five were still masturbating, breathing more and more brokenly, waiting their turn to come in my mouth before Iván got back from the supermarket with the ice and beers.

I closed my eyes for a second, smiled, and told myself I hoped he took a little longer to return.