Strangers

He thought the locker room was empty when he stepped into the shower. He didn’t count on two strangers watching him, or on how much that look would stir him.

I sat in the passenger seat just out of curiosity, but that night I learned some decisions are made without thinking too much.

When I realized I didn’t have my wallet or my phone, the taxi was already too far. And the driver started looking at me differently through the mirror.

I got out of the car to sit in front, and as soon as I noticed the bulge in his trousers, I knew that taxi wasn’t taking me straight home.

I chose the emptiest screening to be alone with my exhaustion, until she crossed the theater and sat two seats to my right with a smile that promised trouble.

I lost my friends, lost my way, and somehow ended up on my knees between two women I had just met. This really happened.

I spent weeks thinking about her every night, until that dinner ended in the car seat, with her hand finding what I could barely hide.

I was only going to have a beer with her while waiting for the couple she’d arranged to meet. I’d never been to a club like that, and curiosity got the better of me.

She crossed her legs, looked at me over the book, and I knew that woman hadn’t asked permission for anything in years. The dead hour of the metro turned into something else.

She lifted her dress, looked at me with a smile, and started touching herself for the trucker driving alongside us. It was only the beginning of a trip I would never forget.

A hundred and fifty meters from my parasol, she was stroking him without hiding it. I knew I’d return through the dunes so I wouldn’t miss what came next.

For months I’d imagined it: a black dress, heels shining under the lights, and me standing on a corner, in plain view of everyone passing by.

I told you the trip began at four in the morning. I didn’t tell you that half the pleasure would come from those watching us along the way.

When my friend opened the bag, there was no uniform at all: just wings, a garter belt, and fishnet stockings. And the trailer was already waiting to roll.

I painted my lips against the trunk, convinced I was alone. Then I heard the crackle of leaves and knew someone had been watching me for a while.

I shut the storeroom door, change my clothes, and turn into someone else. No one on my street suspects what I’m about to do tonight, and that’s exactly what I like most.

I’d been married for seven years and had never once looked at another man—until my husband took my hand and confessed what he truly wanted.

I sat on the edge of the dock looking for nothing, but his gaze—like a man who knows what he wants—undid me before I said a single word.

I was drying my back when the door flew open. She saw me completely, apologized, and ran out. I never imagined I’d cross paths with her again that same morning.

I signed my resignation without looking back. That night would be the last fuck of my life as a man, and I meant to enjoy it before becoming who Carla had always wanted.