First Layover: What I Did Without Him Knowing
I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.
I went down to the hotel bar at one in the morning. When I got back to my room, without underwear and with his handprint on my ass, I knew I’d remember that flight.
Valeria came out of the bathroom in a black dress that hugged every curve. It was midnight. Two men were about to ring the doorbell. And I already knew where I would sit.
Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.
I’d spent seven days waiting for him. When he got off the plane, my body was screaming something he still didn’t know: I was on my period, and that night I didn’t care at all.
The candle went out and in the dark a hand slid up my thigh. It took me too long to realize that hand wasn’t Marco’s.
I had the cursor blinking and he was in the doorway with that question I never know how to refuse. That afternoon wasn’t just a quickie.
They shared the flat just fine. But when Camila suggested sharing her boyfriend too, neither of them guessed where the experiment would lead.
When I saw him sing directly to her from the stage, I knew that night was going to end in a way none of us had planned.
When she was assigned to my cabin, I thought it would be awkward. I never imagined I’d end up counting the hours until she came back to the bunk beside mine.
I’d spent a full week counting the hours. When I saw him come through the airport doors, I knew that night wouldn’t be like any other.
Two glasses of wine, his unexpected question, and me telling him about my first time with another man while he listened with an attention that soon became something more.
Seven in the morning and desire was already there. Through the day it crept into the shower, the supermarket, the sofa beside him. A fire I kept trying to smother.
The commander’s voice froze them both. They’d only been alone in the ship’s infirmary for a few minutes, and the time they had left was no longer enough for anything.
On the bed there was a black latex set and a pair of heels in my size. That night, Rodrigo wouldn’t explain anything. He’d only tie me up, and what came after would change everything.
The envelope arrived on a Tuesday night. Thick paper, my name written by hand, an offer that should never have tempted me as much as it did.
Lucía let go of the helm, leaned back against my chest, and I felt her hips moving, searching for what she could no longer hide under her swimsuit.
Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.
I heard her moans through the wall on our first night. I couldn’t have known that the older couple would end up at my dinner table asking for much more.
Her husband’s phone was on the bedside table. She knew she shouldn’t open it. She did anyway—and what she found broke her in two different ways.
When he got off the plane and pulled me into his arms, I knew I wasn’t going to let anything — not even the calendar — stop us that night.