The Stranger at the Women-Only Bar

It was a girls’ night out. We went out to celebrate my birthday—forty-two years old, just turned—and although all of us were either reaching or already past that age, no one would have guessed it looking at us. I take care of myself. I train almost every day, lift weights, run when I can, and at this point in my life I have a body I’m not ashamed of.

My name is Renata. I’m dark-haired, with short hair down to my shoulders and green eyes. I’m five foot seven and I weigh what I should weigh, almost all of it muscle. I have big breasts and curves people usually look at more than they should. I’ve been separated for years, and that night, without knowing it, I was about to live through something I never imagined could happen to me.

I went out with Camila and Noelia, a couple who had been together for almost a decade. We got dolled up for the occasion. I had bought myself a red dress, tight, short, and low-cut. I saw it in the window of a store downtown, walked in almost on impulse, tried it on, and knew it was mine the moment I looked in the mirror. My friends confirmed it that night.

—You look irresistible, Renata —Camila told me when she saw me come down.

—Or something more —Noelia added, and the three of us laughed.

We had dinner at a quiet restaurant with a good atmosphere, candles on the tables and soft music. We toasted several times, ate slowly, caught up on everything work and routine never let us talk about. I hadn’t felt so light in a long time. After the breakup I had shut myself in, and going out with friends again felt like reconnecting with myself.

—Up for keeping the night going? —Camila asked while we paid.

—Sure, let’s see how it goes —I answered.— I don’t want this night to end yet.

—There’s a place a few blocks from here —Noelia said, looking at me with a smile I didn’t quite understand—. But I should warn you: it’s a women’s club. Women only.

I shrugged. I had never set foot in a place like that, but the idea didn’t bother me. On the contrary, I felt a new curiosity, a thrill of not knowing what I was going to find.

—Let’s go —I said.— Tonight I’m game for anything.

***

My birthday fell on a Friday, so the celebration could stretch as far as we could handle it. The club was different from the ones I usually went to. The lights were warmer, the music heavier, with those bass lines you feel in your chest. As soon as I walked in, something in the air put me on edge. It wasn’t fear. It was something else.

—This place isn’t bad at all —I told Camila in her ear.— I’m going to get us some drinks.

We pushed our way to the bar. On the way I saw two girls kissing against a column, without bothering to hide it, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. I kept looking at them for a second longer than I should have and kept walking with my heart beating a little faster.

—Are you comfortable? —Noelia asked me.— If you want, we can go somewhere else.

—No, not at all —I answered right away.— I’m actually fine here.

—Whatever you want. We didn’t want you to feel weird —Camila said.

The club was packed. I dedicated myself to looking around, letting my eyes wander. There were women of every type, every shape, every way of moving. And then, in the bar line, I saw her.

She was leaning on the counter with a drink in her hand and her eyes locked on me. It wasn’t a side glance. It was a direct, shameless stare, the kind that doesn’t need permission. She was tall, blonde, with very light blue eyes. She had a toned, powerful body, with firm arms straining the fabric of the white dress she was wearing. Her skin was just slightly golden from the sun. She looked completely self-possessed, certain of every inch of her body, and that confidence was the most disturbing thing of all.

She held my gaze until I was the one who had to look away. I bit my lip without realizing it. I felt heat, a heat that didn’t come from the crowd or the alcohol, but from something deeper I didn’t dare name.

I went back to my friends and the drinks. We talked, laughed, drank. But every so often, without meaning to, my eyes would go back to her, and she was already waiting for me with that fixed stare that seemed to read me from the inside out.

—Come on, girls, let’s dance a little —I asked them, more to distract myself than anything else.

We made our way onto the dance floor. It felt strange to be surrounded only by women, but I was having a good time, better than I’d expected. The music wrapped around us and for a while I forgot everything.

Until I felt it.

***

A hand settled on my waist. Firm, sure, without hesitation. Behind me, a pelvis pressed against my ass and breasts pressed against my back. I froze, startled, not knowing whether to turn around or keep going. The hand on my waist tugged me, pulled me closer to that unknown body, and I, instead of pulling away, let myself be led.

We kept dancing like that, her behind, me in front, both bodies moving to the same rhythm. After a while, one of her hands slowly, very slowly, rose until it brushed one breast over the dress. Every time her hip rubbed against mine, her fingers tightened a little more on me. The other hand slid down to my thigh and planted itself there, marking territory.

I was trembling. It was a mix of nerves and something I hadn’t felt in years, a desire rising up my back like a current. I didn’t know how far this was going to go, and that uncertainty was part of what was turning me on.

She squeezed my right breast and started playing with it while kissing my neck. Since I didn’t move, since I didn’t stop her, she dared to do more. She nipped the skin just below my ear, softly, and a shiver ran through me. Then, with one firm motion, she turned me around so we were face to face.

It was her. The blonde from the bar.

—My name’s Dominique —she said, her mouth centimeters from mine.— And you, beautiful?

—I… Renata —I managed to say, my voice breaking.

She slid her hands down to my ass and pulled me against her without asking permission. Her hips rubbed against mine. Part of me was screaming that this was crazy, that I barely knew her, that I should leave. The other part, the part that was winning, didn’t want her to stop for anything in the world.

She touched my breasts again and a sigh escaped me. With her other hand she stroked my thigh, up and down, slow, patient, like someone who knows they have all the time in the world.

—Wait —I asked, weakly.— Wait a little.

But she didn’t wait. She put her lips on mine and at first I resisted, pressed my mouth shut, tried to wriggle free. However, her caresses never stopped, and deep down I didn’t want them to stop. I wanted her to keep going, to explore every part of me.

She kissed my lips, my neck, my lips again. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands clutched her broad back, my hips sought hers, and I opened my mouth, letting her tongue in. Our tongues found each other, tangled together, and I don’t know how long we stayed like that, kissing and touching in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people we didn’t even see. I only wanted more. I wanted her all to myself that whole night.

***

I said goodbye to Camila and Noelia with a look that said everything. Camila winked at me. We went outside, Dominique ordered a car, gave her address, and within minutes we arrived at her house. As soon as we crossed the door she took me straight to her bedroom.

There we took off our dresses. We were left in our underwear, staring at each other, breathless. Her body was even more impressive naked, all firmness and curves. We collapsed onto the bed, one on top of the other, and started kissing again as if it were the only thing that mattered. We rolled a couple of times over the mattress, laughing between kisses, until she ended up on top.

I felt her weight on me. She kissed my neck, ran her tongue over my skin, and a moan slipped out of me. Her mouth moved down my body while her hands roamed over my breasts, caressing them, squeezing them. Then her tongue found them, and she sucked them with a calm that drove me crazy.

—I love your tits —she murmured against my skin.

—And I love the way you kiss them —I answered, almost out of breath.

She kept going down. She kissed my stomach, my navel, moved toward the edge of my thong and took it off slowly. She opened my legs with her firm hands and buried her head between them. When her tongue found me, I arched my back. She did it with a skill that left me speechless, and it didn’t take long for everything inside me to tighten until it released in a long orgasm that shook me from head to toe.

She came back up and kissed me, mixing everything together, and I let her do it, still trembling.

—Now you —I said, when I managed to catch my breath.

She sat in the middle of the bed and asked me to position myself in front of her. We tangled our legs, a variation on scissors, her thighs over mine, mine over hers, until our sex was pressed together. We started moving slowly, then harder, her pushing, me answering. The friction was intense, wet, electric.

—Like that, don’t stop —she said, biting her lip.

—I’m not going to stop —I answered between moans.

She pressed herself against me with passion, and all I could do was moan. I was somewhere else, lost in a cloud of pleasure that I didn’t want to end. We kept going like that until both of us came almost at the same time, trembling, clinging to each other’s legs.

When we recovered, Dominique got up, went to a dresser, and came back with a harness and a thick dildo that she fastened to her hips with a familiarity that made me understand it was part of her. She climbed back onto the bed, spread my legs, and settled between them.

—Do you want it? —she asked, looking me in the eyes.

—Yes —I said, without hesitation.— I want it.

She entered me slowly at first, and then with firm, deep thrusts that made me lock my legs around her waist. The headboard slammed against the wall with every movement. I begged for more, begged her not to stop, and she obeyed every word.

—Like that, give it to me like that —I told her, clinging to her shoulders.

—That’s what I like —she answered, speeding up.

At one point we rolled over on the bed and I ended up on top. I set my own rhythm, moving on her, looking down at her while she held my hips with her strong hands. I felt free, in possession of a pleasure I had denied myself for a long time. We both moaned without shame, filling the room with sounds I never would have thought myself capable of making.

We finished screaming, exhausted, undone. I came so many times I lost count. Afterward we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled, breath coming in broken little gasps, and fell asleep almost without realizing it.

***

When I woke up it was close to noon. We were on our sides, hugging, her warm body against mine. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me with a calm smile. We kissed, this time without urgency, with the serenity of two people who still didn’t want to return to reality.

—Happy belated birthday —she said, and we both laughed.

I couldn’t believe I had spent the night with a stranger who, just the day before, hadn’t existed in my life. And yet I didn’t feel guilty. I felt something new, a door that had opened and that I had no intention of closing again.

Dominique took me by the hand to the bathroom and we showered together, unhurried, laughing under the water. After that we went out for lunch at a nearby place. Before saying goodbye, we exchanged phone numbers.

—I’m going to come find you —she said, looking at me in that way I was already starting to know.

—You’d better —I replied.

I went home in another car, with the red dress wrinkled in my bag and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. I’ll never forget that birthday for as long as I live. And something tells me it was only the beginning.