The Closed-Door Party That Was All Women

I’d taken a week off from work. I didn’t leave the city, and I didn’t need to: I spent most of those days in my apartment, resting, reading, sleeping late and, when I felt like it, calling someone to keep me company in bed. I’m not complaining. It was a quiet week and, at the same time, one of the hottest I can remember.

On the first day of my vacation, I was in my room, lying down and completely naked, with a book resting on my stomach. My cell phone rang. It was Mariela, the owner of the bar I usually went to on weekends.

—I’ve got an invitation for you —she said, in that low voice she used when something amused her—. A private party at my place. I’m closing the doors, open bar, no more than twenty people. Only people I trust.

—And what’s with all the privilege? —I asked.

—Nothing in particular. I want to have close by the customers I appreciate most. You’re one of them.

I accepted without thinking about it too much. I hung up and went back to my book, though the call left me turning it over in my head. Mariela and I weren’t exactly friends, but we got along well. Her bar had a great vibe, and we all knew it was the best place in the area to pick up women.

The date was at ten at night, so I took advantage of the time to sleep for a while. Something told me it was going to be a long night.

***

The phone woke me again. I thought it would be Mariela, but it was Lucía.

—Sorry if I woke you —she said.

—Don’t worry, I needed to get up anyway. What’s up?

—Were you invited to Mariela’s too? —She said it with a restrained laugh, like someone sharing a secret—. I thought we could go together. I’ll come by your place and we can head there from there.

I told her yes. Lucía and I had history: we’d tangled up a couple of times, no names and no promises, and each time had been better than the last.

I got into the shower at a leisurely pace; there was still plenty of time. I loved the warm water running down my back, and that night I lingered longer than usual. I stroked my breasts until my nipples hardened, slid one hand between my legs and touched myself slowly, imagining it was Lucía pressing me against the tiles. I slipped in two fingers and let myself go until my legs trembled and I had to brace myself against the wall.

I stepped out of the shower in a good mood, right on time. The doorbell rang. It was her.

—Hey, you’re still naked. You should go to the party like that —she said, biting her lip.

—What you want is my ass, just say it already —I shot back, and we both laughed.

—I want all of you. But later. Right now get dressed, or we’ll be late.

I put on a thin thong, no bra, and a short dress. I asked her to zip me up. Her fingers brushed my back more slowly than necessary, and I knew the wait would be worth it.

***

The bar was fifteen minutes away. The music could be heard from the street, and the night was warm, one of those that make you not want to go home early. There was a man at the door with a list; if your name wasn’t on it, he sent you back. He let us in with a nod.

Inside there were only a few people. We went straight to the bar and ordered two beers while we watched the rest of the women spread out through the place. Familiar faces, others I’d never seen before.

Mariela saw us from a distance and came over to greet us. She hugged both of us and thanked us for coming.

—Honestly, there seem to be too few of us for a party —I commented—. But thanks for thinking of us.

—It’s private, I told you. Only the ones worth it. Wait until it really gets going —she replied, and winked at me before leaving to greet another guest.

Soon after, the doors were closed. I counted the women there: ten, twelve at most. Lucía and I stayed at the bar, smoking and drinking, until Mariela took the microphone.

—As you know, this is a gay bar. People have found romances here, one-night stands, and friendships that last for years. I invited you because you’re my most loyal customers and, believe me, the hottest women I know. I’ve seen each of you pick up women at this bar. —She paused and smiled—. The place is closed. The windows are covered. Nobody is coming in. Tonight is yours, so enjoy yourselves with each other.

I felt the heat rise up my neck. I wasn’t expecting an orgy, but the idea, far from putting me off, turned me on. We were told we could undress in the bathroom, where they’d put lockers to store our clothes. So off we went.

***

One of the women I didn’t know was the first to come out naked. She moved with a confidence that was enviable. Our eyes met and she winked at me; when she turned around, I couldn’t look away from her back and the curve of her ass.

—I’m not leaving here without trying her —I whispered to Lucía.

One by one, we all ended up naked. There were bodies of every kind: most of them slim, others fuller, big breasts, medium ones and small ones, wide hips and narrow ones. All of them, in their own way, beautiful. Even Mariela took her clothes off, a sign that she was planning to join in. She had a better body than I’d imagined, and I promised myself I’d prove it with my mouth before the end.

One of the guests invited me to sit with her on a sofa. I looked at Lucía, who was already moving away toward another group, and gestured for her to go on without me. The woman’s name was Tamara. She had an easy smile and, as she told me in my ear, she was very much in the mood.

She kissed me first. She was good at it, unhurried, with just the right amount of tongue. I kissed her back while she caressed my face and moved down to my breasts. I did the same with hers: they were firm, her nipples already hard. I leaned in and started sucking them. She held the back of my neck, pressing me against her skin, letting out a sigh every time I bit her gently.

Then I felt hands on my ass. I turned: it was another woman, kneeling behind me, kissing the small of my back and slowly working upward. I smiled. Having a threesome with two strangers, in a place full of bodies, was hotter than I had ever fantasized.

I lay back on the sofa. Tamara sat on my face and I started licking her, feeling how wet she was getting under my tongue, while the other woman spread my legs and did exactly the same to me. I asked Tamara to turn around so I could reach her fully; she was moaning and pushing her hips against my mouth. The one between my legs gave me no respite, and the orgasm hit me long and deep, my whole body arched against the leather of the sofa.

***

I kissed both of them and got up to catch my breath. I went to the bar for another beer. From there, I looked over the rest of the room: two women in sixty-nine on top of a table, Lucía with her head between the legs of a brunette with small breasts, three others tangled up on the floor without really knowing where one ended and the next began.

Farther over, Mariela was fingering a blonde. I decided to go over. When she saw me coming, she lifted her hips a little, offering me her back without saying a word. No need. I caressed her ass, parted her cheeks, and leaned in to kiss her there while she kept tending to her friend. My tongue went in and out slowly; she asked for more through clenched teeth, pressing her ass against my mouth.

—More, like that, don’t stop —she murmured.

I held her hips with both hands, alternating between licking her and caressing her clit, until she turned around and offered me the front. I knelt between her legs and sucked her without hurry, feeling her tense up. Her moans turned into short cries, I took her breasts, pinched her nipples, and in the end she came with a tremor that ran through her whole body. When she calmed down, she took my face and kissed me. I hadn’t expected her to kiss so well.

Her friend had gone off, so the two of us were alone in that corner.

—Now it’s your turn —Mariela said.

I leaned back and spread my legs. She slid between them and started licking me, first softly, then hungrily. I stroked my breasts and buried my fingers in her hair, pushing her so she wouldn’t stop. I could feel her tongue going in and out, her mouth closing around my clit, and the pleasure rose so fast that I barely had time to warn her before I came all over her face.

She climbed up kissing my belly, my neck, my breasts, and finished in my mouth. I thanked her under my breath. Who would have thought the owner of the bar fucked like that.

***

I sat down for a while to rest, another beer in my hand and a cigarette between my fingers, watching the others enjoy themselves. Mariela appeared at my side and ordered a drink.

—You’re hotter than I thought —she said, toasting with me.

—I thought the same about you —I replied, and we both laughed.

—What did you think of the party?

—Amazing. I never imagined you’d throw an orgy. Your customers are something else. —I paused and looked toward the back—. But I’m missing one.

—Who?

—The short-haired blonde. Ever since I saw her come out of the bathroom, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head.

—Her name is Daniela. Accountant, single, and she loves sex as much as you do. I think you two will get along well —Mariela said, and winked before walking away, as if giving me permission to go after her.

Daniela had just finished with two women and was walking toward the bar, exhausted and satisfied. She ordered a beer, looked at me, and smiled. She asked me for a cigarette.

—I hardly ever smoke, but today I was craving one —she said.

—I only smoke after fucking —I admitted, lighting it for her.

—Then we’re the same. —She took a slow drag and held my gaze—. I have the feeling you were waiting for me.

—I’m not going to deny it. I think you’re the only one I haven’t been with tonight.

She let out a frank laugh and confessed that she had thought the same about me. But she wanted it to be different.

—Not like this, with so many people around —she said—. I’d rather it be just the two of us, somewhere else.

Before going back to the group, she slipped a piece of paper with her address into my hand.

I watched her walk away and merge back into the mess of bodies. I stayed at the bar, watching, stroking myself slowly while the others kept going at it, with the paper clenched in my fist and the only certainty that this party had been only the beginning. Daniela would come later, no audience, no hurry, just for us.