The Woman Worker at the Park Offered Me More Than a Cigarette

A month ago, I got it into my head to go jogging in the park near my house. It was Friday, the air smelled of freshly cut grass and motor oil. I put on a black sports top, a pair of tight gray leggings, and my oldest sneakers. I’d been trapped for months in a routine that was hollowing me out inside, and any excuse to get out was good enough.

I made two complete laps around the artificial lake. On the third, I sat down on a bench in the rest area, right across from a half-finished construction site. I didn’t know that corner was where the workers coming off the afternoon shift gathered. When I looked up to take a drink of water, I already had half a dozen men staring at me.

I felt watched in a strange way. As if my body were an object placed there to be studied. I’d never felt anything like it and, far from bothering me, I liked it. I liked it more than I was willing to admit that same night in front of the bathroom mirror, when I pushed two fingers into my cunt thinking about those looks and came in less than three minutes, biting the towel so Javier wouldn’t hear me.

There was a woman among the workers. I saw her even before she saw me. Tall, with very short black hair and arms covered in tattoos that stood out against a shirt far too tight. She had a hoarse voice that carried over everyone else’s.

“Baby, you move so damn good!” she shouted in my direction.

Her coworkers laughed and joined in with comments I don’t want to repeat. I stayed seated, pretending to look at the lake, while I watched her walk back and forth among the piles of cement. Every time she turned her head, our eyes met for a second longer than they should have.

After the fourth exchanged look, she decided to make a move. She got up from the toolbox she’d been leaning against, adjusted the red shorts digging into her hips, and walked toward me amid the whistles of her crew.

“Want a cigarette?” she asked.

I took one from the pack without looking away from her.

“Are you going to light it for me, or are you just going to stand there?”

She smiled. Something gleamed in her coffee-colored eyes that made me squeeze my knees together. She took a lighter from her pocket, leaned very close to my face, and lit my cigarette with a calmness that didn’t seem accidental.

Her name was Renata. Thirty-eight, single, working construction by day and night security shifts at night. I told her my name was Lucía, that I was thirty-two, married, and childless. She corrected my posture when she noticed I was unconsciously leaning toward her.

“Sit up straighter, mama. You look better that way,” she said with a laugh.

We talked for twenty minutes. She kept making jokes that were neither clever nor elegant, but they made me laugh the way I hadn’t laughed in months. Before I left, she asked for my number with such naturalness that she didn’t give me time to say no.

I’ll save it, that’s all, I thought. I’m not going to answer her.

She started writing to me that very night. Good mornings when I woke up, good nights before bed, random thoughts in the middle of the afternoon that brought a foolish smile to my face in front of my husband without him noticing anything.

“I woke up barely dressed and thinking about you, your tits, about how I’d suck your nipples until I left you trembling,” she wrote one Tuesday.

“Tell me what you feel like doing with me right now. Do you want me to eat your cunt until you come in my mouth?” she wrote on a Friday.

I answered her with jokes, asked her to calm down, told her I was married. But I read every one of those messages two or three times, locked in the bathroom, with my hand inside my panties, rubbing my clitoris until I came biting my forearm. She laughed over text and asked me out on Saturdays. I told her no. I told her no five Saturdays in a row.

On the sixth Saturday, she invited me to a neighborhood party. I came close to blocking her number. My finger was over the button when I remembered the unfamiliar perfume on Javier’s shirt the week before, and that time he’d come home at five in the morning saying he’d been “fishing with the boys.”

I answered yes.

***

I dressed as if I were someone else. A tight black miniskirt, a short leather top that showed my midriff, a lace thong in the same color, and strappy high-heeled sandals. I straightened my hair, put on long earrings and a delicate watch. When I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, I didn’t recognize myself. That was exactly what I wanted.

I left a note for Javier at the foot of the bed. I told him I was going to celebrate Paola’s birthday and that he shouldn’t wait up for me. He was out with his friends, supposedly fishing, so it would be a while before he read it.

The taxi dropped me at the plaza twenty minutes late. Renata was there, pacing back and forth and looking at her watch. I passed within a yard of her and she didn’t recognize me. I touched her shoulder.

“Hi,” I said.

She looked me up and down, and her jaw went slack.

“Jesus Christ, Lucía. You’re dressed to stop traffic. And to fuck right here, against that tree.”

I turned slowly so she could look at all of me.

“Do I look good?”

“You look dangerous. Everything shows, mama. Even your thong is visible through it.”

She wore sneakers, faded jeans clinging to her legs, and a loose white T-shirt with nothing underneath. Her hard nipples showed through the fabric. She was dressed in urban streetwear, different from the construction-worker version I knew from the park, but with the same gleam in her eyes. She took my hand and led me toward another taxi.

The party was at a small neighborhood house decorated with garlands and pennants. The music was blasting, neighbors were dancing in the yard, couples were pressed against the walls, and the air smelled of empanadas. It was the first time in my life I’d entered a party like that holding a woman’s hand, and we drew everyone’s attention.

One of Renata’s friends approached with a glass pitcher full of ice-cold cola de mono. Renata took a long drink and raised the pitcher to my lips. I drank too, feeling a couple of girls watching us from the corner.

We danced. We ate. At one point, amid the laughter, I heard the rumor that there was “something” between us. Nothing formal, but something. And I loved that people were saying it. Renata danced behind me, grabbed my hips, and rubbed herself against my ass with a shamelessness that soaked my thong in less than two songs. She spoke into my ear without stopping her body from moving against mine.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, Lucía. Tomorrow you won’t be able to walk.”

A sigh escaped me. I pressed her hand against my hip and lowered it until she touched me over my skirt, between my legs, for barely a second. Enough for her to feel how wet I already was.

Close to two in the morning, while we sat on the plaza bench waiting for the taxi, I leaned against her shoulder. Renata put her arm around my back and began stroking my hair. The distance between us dissolved in a second. I lifted my face, she lowered hers, and we kissed.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was long and hungry, the kind that hurts a little. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, sucked my lower lip, bit me. Her hand moved up my bare thigh, slipped beneath my skirt, and caressed my thong from the outside. She felt how soaked it was and gave a hoarse little laugh against my mouth.

“You’re dripping, slut. You can’t take anything.”

“Shut up and take me somewhere,” I answered, pressing her wrist against me.

When the taxi arrived, we still hadn’t let go of each other.

***

She took me to the construction site. She spent a few minutes talking to the night watchman who was covering for her, paid for another taxi to send him home, and opened the corrugated-metal gate.

Inside were rubble, twisted rods, piles of sand and gravel. We made our way around all of it to a little room at the back. A table, two chairs, a cot, a small refrigerator, an old sofa, and a lamp that barely gave off any light. That was all.

Renata slammed the door shut and shoved me against the wall. Our lips collided with a need that left me breathless. Her hands dropped to my hips and pressed me against her as if she wanted to push me inside her body. She yanked my skirt up to my waist and slipped her hand beneath my thong, straight in. Two fingers opened the lips of my cunt and found my swollen clitoris.

“Look at you, mama. You’re a whole swimming pool,” she whispered against my mouth, never stopping her rubbing.

“Yes, like that, don’t stop.”

“I’m not coming yet, Lucía. I’m undressing you first.”

I grabbed her back beneath her T-shirt. Her skin was hot and her muscles were defined. She pulled my top off in one tug and bit one of my nipples before I’d finished breathing. She sucked it until I screamed, then the other, without letting go. I pulled off her shirt and spent a second staring at the tattoos that rose from her ribs to circle her small, firm breasts, their dark nipples erect. I bent down and sucked one while digging my nails into her back.

She lifted me off the floor with an ease I hadn’t expected. I wrapped my legs around her waist. The room disappeared, the construction site disappeared, the party and my husband and the entire neighborhood disappeared. Only she existed, breathing against my neck.

She set me down on the cot, on top of a pile of sacks. I lay on my back while she finished undressing me. She ripped off my skirt, took off my sandals, and left me wearing only my soaked, minimal black thong that barely covered anything. She took off her pants and sneakers and was left in tight boxer briefs. And there was a bulge beneath them. An unmistakable bulge.

She watched me open my legs as if she couldn’t believe it was real. Then she threw herself on top of me.

I felt her breasts collide with mine. I felt the bulge rubbing against my wet thong, up and down, marking my clitoris through the fabric. Her tongue moved slowly along my neck, biting my pulse, while all I could do was bite my lips. Then she licked my nipples one by one, unhurried, as if she had all night. She sucked them hard, nibbled them, tugged at them with her teeth until I moaned without being able to stop myself.

She had all night.

She moved down my belly, kissing me, nibbling my skin, leaving marks that would last for days. She slid my thong down my legs with such slowness that my back arched before it reached my knee. When she finally pulled it all the way off, she held it between her fingers for a moment, smelled it, and smiled.

“I’m keeping this as a souvenir.”

She tossed it onto the floor. She opened my legs with both hands, settled facedown between them, and lowered her head. The first stroke of her tongue made me release a sound I didn’t recognize as my own. She licked me from bottom to top, the entire slit of my cunt in one long pass, until she pressed the tip against my clitoris.

“Keep going,” I begged. “Please, keep going.”

Renata opened the lips of my cunt with her thumbs, leaving me completely exposed, pink and wet, and began working me without mercy. She pushed her tongue deep inside me, twisted it, fucked me with it as if it were a small, nimble cock. Then she went back up to suck my clitoris slowly, made circles, squeezed it between her lips, and tugged gently. Then she went back down. She bit my lower lips, stretched them, dug her nails into my thighs. It was so intense I couldn’t stop trembling. I grabbed her head with both hands so she wouldn’t stop.

“Eat me, eat all of me, don’t stop, you fucking bitch, don’t stop.”

She growled against my cunt and sped up. She inserted two fingers. Slow. Firm. Exactly the right rhythm. She curled them upward and touched that spot that made my entire back arch. At the same time, she sucked my clitoris with her closed lips around it, pulling hard. I came in less than a minute, shouting something I don’t know what, my whole body trembling against her mouth, my legs clamped around her head. I soaked her entire face, chin, and neck. She kept licking until the last contraction, sucking me slowly so not a drop would be wasted.

Then I sat up on the cot, panting, unable to speak, watching her mouth shine with my juices. The only thing I wanted was to see what she had beneath her boxers. I lowered the garment with my fingers. And there it was. It wasn’t flesh, of course, but the dildo she wore on her harness was thick and fairly long, easily seven inches, with a base pressed against her pubic bone. Black, with raised veins and a broad tip. My mouth watered at the sight.

I knelt on the cot and took it in my hand. Renata raised an eyebrow.

“What are you going to do, mama?”

“Suck it.”

“You don’t have to, Lucía. I can’t feel anything.”

“You can’t, but I can,” I said, and put it in my mouth.

I sucked her cock as if it were real, all the way to the base, squeezing it with my lips and letting it hit the back of my throat. Renata grabbed my hair with both hands and set the pace. The harness base rubbed against her clitoris every time I thrust, and after a few minutes she began to moan hoarsely.

“Fuck, yes, suck it like that. Like a filthy whore. Like you suck your husband’s.”

“Much better than my husband’s,” I answered, my mouth full, saliva running down my chin.

I pulled it out, coated in my saliva, and ran it over my tits and neck. Renata yanked my hair back and looked at me through narrowed eyes.

“That’s enough. On your back. Your turn.”

I lay down again and spread my legs as far as I could. Renata settled between them, spat into her hand, and spread the saliva over the cock, though I was so wet it wasn’t necessary. She gripped the dildo with one hand and pressed it against my entrance. The first pressure cut off my breath. The second made me close my eyes.

“Easy,” she whispered. “I’ll give you time.”

She pushed slowly, millimeter by millimeter. It was thick, much thicker than what I was used to. I felt my cunt opening little by little, stretching, the tip reaching places Javier hadn’t touched in years. When she finally opened me all the way and I felt her pubic bone against mine, the entire cock inside me, it was like falling into the void. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around her waist.

“Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me hard, Renata. Don’t be afraid of me.”

Renata started moving for real. She pulled the cock almost all the way out and drove it back into me in one thrust. Again. Again. The cot creaked with every thrust, banging against the wall, making noises no one outside, in the dark construction site, could hear. Just us. Just this. The sloshing of my soaked cunt, the dull impact of her hips against my thighs, my moans that I no longer bothered to swallow.

“That’s it, slut, that’s how you like it,” she growled in my ear as she fucked me. “Tell me. Tell me you like me putting it inside you.”

“I love it, I love you putting it inside me, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me harder.”

She turned me over without pulling it out, in a move that nearly made me come from the friction alone. She left me facedown, lifted my ass with both hands, and drove into me from behind. Doggy-style, my face against the sacks, biting the fabric so I wouldn’t scream too loudly. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“Look at me giving it to you, Lucía. Look at your ass trembling.”

“Yes, yes, give me all of it, break me.”

She buried it to the hilt and stayed there, grinding me against her hips, grinding my clitoris with the hand she slipped underneath me. She gave me a hickey on my shoulder that burned and aroused me at the same time. She thrust faster, harder, until I felt the harness striking my ass with every drive.

I clutched the sheets and let myself go. She kissed my back while she kept fucking me. She said my name against my skin.

“You’re mine, Lucía. This cunt is mine now.”

“I’m yours. All yours. Everything I have is yours.”

The second orgasm dragged her along with me. I clenched my cunt around the dildo so hard that I felt the contractions travel through the harness to her clitoris. She collapsed on top of me, sweaty, her hair stuck to her forehead, biting the nape of my neck. We lay there for a minute without moving, listening to each other breathe, with her still inside me.

She slowly pulled out, sat on the edge of the cot, and leaned back. There was an old mirror propped against the wall, right in front of us. She took my hand.

“Get on top,” she said. “I want to watch you ride my cock.”

I sat on top of her. I gripped the cock in my hand, aimed it at my cunt, and lowered myself slowly. I felt the dildo fill me again, opening me from within. I looked up and saw our reflection in the mirror. The image hit me harder than anything else that night. My naked body on top of hers, my tits moving freely, my hips rising and falling, her hands on my waist driving me like a piston, the black cock appearing and disappearing between my soaked thighs.

I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples. Renata dug her fingers into my waist and set the rhythm. Faster. Harder. She sat halfway up without stopping me from rocking on her and sucked one of my tits while I bounced on top of her.

“Moan, Lucía. Moan so no one here can hear you but me.”

And I moaned. I moaned as I’d never heard myself moan before. I held her head against my chest, riding her with my whole body, my cunt dripping down the harness, soaking her thighs, her belly, everything. Renata slid her hand between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris with her thumb while I kept moving on top of her. It was too much.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming again,” I screamed.

“Come all over me, slut, come all over.”

The third orgasm crashed over me without warning, leaving me collapsed against her chest, sweaty and breathless, my heart pounding against my ribs. I felt a warm gush spill from my cunt, soaking her pelvis. She had made me squirt for the first time in my life. I kissed her shoulders, neck, and mouth. She returned every kiss slowly, never stopping her caress of my back.

“You’re incredible, Lucía.”

“So are you, my love.”

When I got up, I had soaked her entire harness and thighs. My juices ran down her inner thighs, beneath her ass, staining the sheets. I knelt between her legs and, without thinking, licked the base of the harness, sucked my own juices from her thighs, and ate the insides of her thighs until she was clean and writhing all over again.

“I’ve never had this much fun,” I confessed, my mouth still shining.

“Neither have I. Not even with the woman I lived with for eight years,” she replied.

She carefully removed the harness. Beneath it, her cunt was swollen, red, and wet from the base rubbing against her clitoris. I took it in my hand and pushed two fingers inside her without asking. She moaned and squeezed my wrist.

“Your turn too, my love,” I told her.

I settled between her legs and ate her cunt with the same hunger she had shown me. I sucked her swollen clitoris, squeezed it between my lips, and pushed my tongue deep inside her. Renata grabbed my hair and pressed me against her.

“That’s it, Lucía, that’s it, eat me, don’t stop.”

I inserted three fingers while I licked her, fucking her with my hand and mouth at once, until I felt her thighs close around my head and her whole body convulse. She came screaming my name, pushing my face against her cunt, coming in my mouth with such force that she nearly choked me. I swallowed everything she gave me.

We settled on the pallets, covered ourselves with old, torn blankets, and I rested my head on her shoulder. Her tattooed arms wrapped around me completely. I could still feel the contractions running down through my cunt now and then, echoes of everything she had done to me.

It was beginning to grow light outside. My eyelids and my whole body felt heavy. I fell asleep knowing I was exactly where I needed to be that night.

In Renata’s arms, on a construction-site cot, my cunt burning from how thoroughly I’d been fucked, far from the man who had been cheating on me for two years without knowing that now I was the one cheating.