I Ended Up Naked in the Shop and Everyone Watched Me
I’d gone in to buy a toy. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor of the shop, completely naked, with strangers watching me from behind a fallen box.
I’d gone in to buy a toy. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor of the shop, completely naked, with strangers watching me from behind a fallen box.
When Natalia started taking off her blouse, I understood that goodbye wasn’t going to be like the others. I was 18 and had never touched a woman.
When I got out of the shower, Sebastián had the pink garments in his hand and that steady look I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Under his jacket, something was moving. I should have left. Instead, I slipped my hand in, and what happened next changed that summer forever.
I saw him first in the locker room and knew I wanted him for myself. Weeks later, I was on my knees before him in his own apartment.
When Valentina walked into the kitchen that morning, he was leaning on the island with a coffee in his hand and a look that was anything but fraternal.
The flyer promised an orgy, couples, strippers. What happened at that motel was something else: he stripped me in front of thirty strangers.
They’d gone years without saying it out loud. That night someone did, and the two women stood up from the table without looking back.
I’d gone months without opening the hidden folder on my phone. That night, insomnia and desire decided for me.
I walked barefoot down the hallway and rested my forehead against the bedroom door. I knew he’d come after me. And I knew exactly what he was going to do to me there.
Rodrigo introduced her to his three friends. Each one brought an envelope and a gift. Valentina looked at them and said they could start.
On Monday he only realized that he couldn’t take his eyes off me. On Friday he gave me the library key and summoned me for six.
With the trunk open, the valley blazing behind them, and him asking if I wanted to fuck there. That afternoon became exactly what neither of them expected.
A hidden cove, a lookout over the sea, and a bet: he had one minute to make her come before they got caught.
It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.
I slipped off my heel beneath the tablecloth and, while he smiled absentmindedly, started reminding him who had control that night.
I accepted without thinking. I read everything he posted. I never liked a single post. Three years later, I still don’t dare write to him, but I think of him every night.
He was twenty-one and had been looking at me for months in a way I pretended not to notice. That night my son went to bed and we were left alone.
Two separated women, an apartment too orderly, and a deck of cards no one should have found that night.
Twelve people who had never met, a pool house in the country, and two nights with no clothes. I set it all up. No one left disappointed.