In Public

I had never gone out dressed for the street before. That Friday I decided it was time: miniskirt, heels, and the year’s most crowded subway car. What happened surpassed anything I had imagined.

She had a boyfriend. She said she was straight. And yet that afternoon at the hotel pool, her foot found mine under the water and I didn’t pull away.

Vera went to the pool to escape the July heat and ended up finding Noa, the lifeguard, waiting with the gates already locked and her eyes already on her.

I boarded the plane with my cock hard, as I had every day for as long as I could remember. I never imagined that priestess would change my life in a single night.

I went down to the bathroom with my heels in my hand and still not understanding what it would feel like to spend an entire day going out as Luna on Bruno’s arm in that town.

I looked at myself in the mirror wearing her lingerie, heels, and painted lips, and knew I couldn’t stay home. It was two in the morning.

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.

I boarded the upper deck of the bus expecting to sleep the full seven hours. Thirty minutes later, a face appeared between the seats and asked where I was going.

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.

Sandra took off her thong in the bar bathroom and put it in my hand. Wet, warm. I knew then there would be no turning back.

I saw her appear at the far end of the street and already knew that night wouldn’t be like the others. She hadn’t come to chat.

Marcos was a voyeur and had spent years wanting to see her with another man. The afternoon they tried it for the first time, two strangers in a restaurant changed everything.

I walked alone through dark streets, furious after seeing my boyfriend with another woman. I wasn’t looking for anything. And yet, I found something.

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

I never paid for sex, or so I thought. That night in the abandoned lot I learned desire doesn’t ask before it acts.

It was the night I got furthest on my own and with not a stitch on. Dogs, men, motorcycles, and the main park: I saw it all in my naked skin.

It was when she asked me to unzip her dress. That was all. Then I locked the door and everything changed.