Lingerie

When she came out of the bathroom in the clothes I’d left on the bed, I knew that afternoon she’d obey every order without a complaint.

I remember every name, every room, and every kiss. But she looks at me as if I invented everyone I spent the night with.

Years later I still remember her panties in the breeze, her hand between her legs, and the kiss she blew me from the sidewalk before disappearing. We never said a single word.

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’d wanted to do it for a long time: pick up a man in a public place and take him to bed. That afternoon in the café, I finally dared.

When she told me she was into me, I didn’t believe her. Then came the message with the hotel name and the exact time. I knew it was real.

I was cleaning the offices in the hallway when I found her alone, with an open neckline and a tense neck. I offered her a massage. Neither of us thought we’d go that far.

I waited for him with whiskey and very little clothing. He had no idea that night was only the beginning of a plan I’d been building in silence for weeks.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is doing nothing. I lay on the sofa, arms spread, and let her take control.

The app on the hidden phone said three men, a hotel, no romance. All I had to do was type “yes.” I did it before thinking twice.

Daniela asked me to drive her home. When we arrived, two neighbors were drinking beers outside. One had a secret my friend already suspected. I decided to find out.

When Roberto pointed out that I was the husband, Mr. Kanamoto smiled for the first time. I understood then that my role that afternoon would not be husband but witness.

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

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

I couldn’t tell whether what I felt was jealousy or arousal. Probably both at once, and that frightened me more than anything else.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

She whispered in my ear that tonight was only for girls. I should have left. Instead, something in me decided to stay.

Carlos was looking at me from the other table with that smile of a man who thinks he knows what he wants. He had no idea what he was about to discover.

Going out in a thong and bra under my leggings was my secret ritual. I didn’t expect anyone to dare follow me. Or that I’d want them to so badly.

I lived on the farm and could wear women’s clothes all day without anyone bothering me. Until a stranger wrote saying he liked my photos.