Oral

Lucía let go of the helm, leaned back against my chest, and I felt her hips moving, searching for what she could no longer hide under her swimsuit.

Before the doorbell rang, I knelt in front of him in the kitchen. I wanted to open the door with his taste still on my lips and greet them with a knowing smile.

I crossed my legs, undid three buttons, and held his gaze in the rearview mirror. There was half an hour left, and I already knew we weren’t going to the hotel straight.

I’d been out of ideas for weeks, and one boring afternoon changed everything. His photo was honest: it was exactly what showed up at my door two hours later.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.

There was something about the man sleeping under the bridge that had kept me thinking about him for weeks. I went back that night without knowing what I expected to find.

The message came the night before: “Tomorrow you’ll be my teacher. Bring a uniform.” I held the phone in my hand, unable to sleep.

I’d been going to the same boring gym for weeks when the owner showed up: mid-forties, defined arms, and a calm that’s more intimidating than any gesture.

I went downstairs to help him with some paperwork. He had big hands, smelled of the shop, and had a way of looking at me that had made me nervous since we arrived.

When I let my coat fall in the dark hallway and the night air brushed my bare skin, I knew there’d be no turning back.

I’d been dancing alone for hours when I felt him behind me. I turned, and there he was. And I knew that night wasn’t ending on the dance floor.

When I told her I couldn’t focus, she came around my desk, stopped beside me, and said the one line that changed everything between us.

The door to my room didn’t close all the way on the left side. She knew it. I knew it too. For weeks we pretended not to.

He crouched behind the dumpster in the alley, and what he saw beyond the curtain left him speechless. The Córdoba night held secrets he was never meant to discover.

I rested my forehead against the bedroom door, trying not to make noise, and then I felt his breath on my neck and knew we weren’t sleeping yet tonight.

Three days were enough for Lucía to become someone else. What happened that afternoon at the club, on the wooden table, she wasn’t telling anyone.

We’d been together for ten years and I fantasized about sharing her. When she moved for work, someone else fulfilled that fantasy without my knowing.