Strangers

We arrived revving the bike so everyone would look. But I only had eyes for the girl in the next tent and for what we were going to share that night.

I was wearing a too-tight red dress and had just turned forty-two when that blonde woman put her hand on my waist and pulled me against her.

I hadn’t felt anything for months. Then she came in behind me in the stall, locked the door, and everything I thought I knew about myself came crashing down.

It wasn’t sale season and the store was empty. The blonde saleswoman followed me into the fitting room with an excuse, and I left the curtain open on purpose.

All it took was for her to tilt her head toward the back door for me to set my glass on the bar and follow her without thinking twice.

I arrived single and bored, planning to leave early. Then the lambada started, and firm hands took my waist from behind.

She showed up twenty minutes late on purpose so we wouldn’t have time to go to the theater. Only then did I realize she’d already decided how the night would end.

She carried a pistol hidden in her stocking and an impossible mission: get close to the most dangerous woman in the room without desire betraying her too soon.

When she sat at the bar and smiled at me, I thought we’d only share a drink. I never imagined that a few hours later I’d be naked, waiting for her next order.

When I got to the bar, my wife was no longer alone: a stranger was caressing her waist, and the only thing I didn’t want was for her to stop.

High heels, rebellious hair, and a black dress worth more than my whole wardrobe. I showed up in ripped jeans and military boots. Neither of us had come to chat.

She pushed me against the wall with a slow kiss, lowered her voice to a whisper, and told me I’d be a good girl. I never knew her name, but I obeyed her.

I thought stripping naked in front of strangers would be enough to lose my shame. Then that couple lay down beside me and looked at me as if they already knew what I still didn’t dare ask for.

“What happens on the coast stays on the coast,” we told each other before crossing that curtain. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go without the other couple.

We’d come to rekindle our relationship and ended up naked in front of two strangers in a cove only we knew that morning.

I came out of the bathroom and found her on her knees in front of him. Instead of stopping him, I sat in the chair across from them and decided to watch it to the end.

Nadia thought the passion with Andrés had gone out. That night, facing two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.

We went to the ER for a strange pain, but the doctor’s examination turned into something else before my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it.