Neighbors

I’d spent the whole morning in my robe, in front of the computer, until something moved behind the window of the block across the way and I knew that day would be different.

I had been lying in my hammock for weeks, rubbing myself with oil and closing my eyes, until one afternoon I felt someone watching me through the cypresses.

I peeked without thinking and saw the three of them bathing naked in the neighbor’s pool. That same night I understood that watching from hiding could also be a way of touching.

I started with mirrors on the floor and ended up discovering my naked neighbor from my terrace. Each fleeting glimpse became a drug.

When the scarf covered my eyes I thought it was an innocent game. It wasn’t. Mariela had other plans, and I didn’t want her to stop.

That night I put on the skirt, tights, and heels I kept hidden in the wardrobe. I had no idea someone across the hall had been watching.

He lived right across from me and had never looked at me twice. That afternoon I decided that was going to change, even if I had to cross the hallway without a bra.

When she let the robe fall, I understood that my perfect neighbor was hiding far more than anyone imagined, and that night I no longer wanted to turn back.

The wall was thin, my bed creaked against it, and one morning I found a note slipped under my door. Someone had been listening to everything.

I went upstairs to use the bathroom and he was waiting for me with his fly open. What I didn’t count on was someone opening the door just when we were on all fours.

She had never masturbated at work. But that morning, with her phone full of pictures of her neighbor and the door unlocked, she discovered how much risk turned her on.

I bought that toy out of sheer boredom. What I didn’t calculate was that the building manager would end up holding it in his hands, looking me in the eyes.

If his cock wouldn’t respond, he’d borrow another man’s. It was enough to look a man in the eye and whisper the right suggestion to get to his wife’s bed.

When he rolled down the window and I heard his voice, the five years we hadn’t seen each other vanished in an instant and I knew I would get in without asking where we were going.

I had never been an exhibitionist, but that afternoon I opened the curtain, placed a chair in front of the glass, and stripped naked not knowing who was watching.

I thought it would be a fifteen-minute scolding. I didn’t count on the bag Bárbara brought, or on the woman that furious mother would become.