The Neighbor Invited Us to Her Masked Party

—I don’t know how I’m supposed to get to the water —I said, not daring to get up from the towel—. It’s way too obvious.

Lucía gave a low laugh, still breathing hard. We’d just spent twenty minutes rubbing cream onto the girl from the apartment next door, in front of half the beach, and we were both still turned on as if it were the first time.

—Half the beach bar’s been watching us while we were massaging her —she whispered—. More than one of them has their own tent pitched already, so you’re not the only one. It shows on me too: if I put my top on, my nipples push right through it, and my thong is soaked.

—I’d already noticed —I admitted—. Well. In for a penny, in for a pound.

We got up almost at the same time and walked toward the shore trying not to look at anyone. The sand burned under our feet and the midday sun beat down hard on the bodies stretched out on towels. I noticed a couple of heads turning as we passed, a murmur, an amused smile. I picked up the pace until the water reached my knees.

The cold water felt good on both of us, though Lucía’s nipples hardened even more under the fabric, and that, far from calming me, made me worse. We swam a little farther out, until we could barely touch bottom. I could still feel the stares pinned to my back, as if people were waiting to see what we’d do next. The water came up to our chests and the sun flashed on the surface every time it moved.

—You’re impossible —she said, and slid her hand over my crotch as calmly as anything—. There you go again. If we weren’t in public, I wouldn’t let this go to waste.

—Keep touching me like that and I won’t get out of the water until nightfall —I warned her.

Lucía was nearly laughing herself sick, but she didn’t take her hand away. She squeezed me over my swim trunks with a mix of playfulness and shamelessness I knew all too well. It got to the point where I stopped thinking.

—Oh, screw it —I muttered, and pulled her toward me, gripping her by the waist.

I forced her to wrap her legs around my hips and press her sex against mine, all beneath the surface, where no one could see much of anything.

—You’re so rough —she protested without conviction.

—If you want, I’ll let go.

—No, please. Too late now.

She slipped her hand under the water, moved her thong to one side, and undid the button on my swim trunks. She freed me with a tug and, as soon as the warm water surrounded me, I found her entrance almost by instinct.

—Is this what you wanted? —I asked against her ear—. Well, now you’ve got it. You’re not moving from here until I’m done.

—Do you think people are watching us?

—Watching? No. But imagining it? Absolutely. That’s obvious.

—Then forget everyone else and kiss me the way you know I like.

She took me by the back of the neck and brought her mouth to mine while I entered her little by little, letting the two of us rock with the small waves coming in from the horizon. We stayed like that for quite a while, with a slow, deep sway that seemed in no hurry, while the kiss grew more intense. I wanted to pull back for a second to look at her face, especially her eyes. I’ve always liked watching her at times like that.

—Keep kissing me, don’t pull away now —she panted—. I’m almost there.

She squeezed her thighs against me, took me all the way in, and her tongue searched for mine with the same urgency with which I was searching for her inside. A few stifled moans, two or three more tight squeezes, and at last the tremor came, that almost violent shudder through her legs I knew by heart.

—Don’t move now or I’ll kill you —she begged—. I want to enjoy this.

We stayed wrapped around each other, kissing slowly, letting the sea do the rest.

—I love you so much —she said after a while, smiling against my neck—. And you’re still so hard. We should…

—No. I want it to go down here and then we’ll keep going in the apartment.

—And you’re going to stay like that?

—I’m hoping it goes down. If not, there’s no way I’m getting it back into my trunks.

—Poor thing. Men are so weird sometimes.

—Not that —I laughed—. I just don’t want the moment to end yet. Tonight I’ll take my time with you.

***

The morning went on very calmly once we managed to get out onto the sand without causing a scene. We had a few beers, grabbed a bite at midday, and by late afternoon we went back up to the apartment, skin burning from sun and salt.

—I need a shower —Lucía announced as she closed the door.

—And me with you. This was my moment, remember what I told you this morning?

—Of course I remember —she said, and started taking off her top without taking her eyes off me—. I was looking forward to it too.

We got under the warm spray together and took our time, soaping each other up slowly, stroking one another as if we were learning each other’s bodies all over again. Lucía had me in her hand and, without warning, she dropped to her knees on the slippery tile. She kissed the tip and took me into her mouth without stopping her hand from stroking the rest. She started off gently, almost lazily, but within a minute the rhythm changed: just as soon as her tongue traced me, she’d take me deep.

—If you keep doing that I’m going to come —I warned her, my voice breaking.

—That’s exactly what I want —she answered, looking up—. I want you to enjoy it the way I did this morning. And I want you to soak my tits.

She was fingering herself with one hand while the other kept me in rhythm, and I couldn’t hold out much longer. I warned her just in time, she took me out of her mouth and aimed the stream at herself, letting it spill over her face and chest. My legs were shaking. I looked at her: she was still crouched there, licking her lips, with her fingers still between her legs.

—Let me —I said, and lifted her up as best I could.

I slid two fingers into her slowly, searching for that exact spot, and she clung to my body to muffle a cry against my shoulder. The orgasm was long, intense, and left her limp in my arms. It took us a while before we could get out of the shower.

—What a day the neighbor’s given us —I said, drying myself off.

—Well, remember we’re having dinner with them —she reminded me—. And it’s not going to be quiet at all.

—These situations really get me going.

—And what are you going to wear? —she changed the subject, standing in front of the wardrobe—. You need to look spectacular. Well, more spectacular than you already do.

—I don’t know. I was thinking the denim skirt, a top, and high-heeled sandals. What do you think?

—Good God. You’ll have me hard all night like that.

—Given the mood at dinner —she said with a crooked smile—, I don’t think the hosts will mind much.

***

We were just finishing getting ready when there was a light knock at the door.

—Knock, knock! Lucía! I know you’re in there! —The voice was unmistakable.

—The neighbor again —I muttered—. She’s heard us again.

—That’s horribly embarrassing —Lucía whispered—. But I’m not going to lie, it turns me on too.

—Hang on, let me put something on and I’ll open up —she called toward the door.

—Come off it, don’t play the prude! —the girl answered from outside, amused—. I’ve already seen you, and I even touched your tits on the beach.

—She has no filter at all —Lucía told me under her breath while she looked for something to wear.

—Tonight promises —I replied.

—Oh, I can see exactly where this is going —she shot me a sidelong look—. You’re hot for the girl.

—How could I not be? —I admitted—. But open it, let’s see what she wants.

Lucía opened the door wrapped in a towel. On the other side was Daniela, freshly showered, in a short dress and with a smile that seemed never to fade.

—You look radiant! —Daniela exclaimed, eyeing her up and down—. This Adrián knows what he’s doing, from what I hear.

—Come in, gorgeous, and don’t make me blush —said Lucía, stepping aside to let her in.

—I’ve got a plan for you. My parents say that, if you’re up for it, we’re throwing a masked dinner tonight. They’ve got everything at home: masks, domino masks, whatever you want.

—Masks? —I hesitated—. I don’t know, dressing up really isn’t my thing.

—Oh, come on! —Daniela insisted, stepping farther inside—. You’ll see how much fun it is. My mom is awesome, you’re going to love her. And by the way —she added, reaching out without the slightest hesitation and brushing a breast over Lucía’s towel—, she’s got tits pretty much like yours. Are you nervous? I like that.

Lucía was left speechless, blushing, holding the towel against her body. I swallowed hard. The girl moved with a natural ease that disarmed anyone.

—We’ll be waiting in the apartment next door at nine —Daniela went on, as if nothing had happened—. Don’t be late; my parents are a bundle of nerves about dinner.

—Hey, hey —I finally reacted—. We’ll bring a couple of bottles of champagne, does that work for you?

—I love that. And so does my mother —she answered, already half out the door—. My father and my boyfriend are more into wine.

—If you want, we can switch —I offered.

—No way. They’re bringing the wine and the champagne is for us. See you later, gorgeous.

She closed the door, leaving behind a trail of sweet perfume and an odd silence in the room. For a few seconds neither of us said anything. Lucía stood staring at the closed door, still with the mark of the other girl’s hand on her breast, and I realized my heart was pounding as if I’d run somewhere. Lucía and I looked at each other.

—She doesn’t hold back —I said.

—Not at all —she murmured, still touching the spot where Daniela had touched her—. A masked dinner, her parents, her boyfriend… Do you know what we’re getting into?

—Not exactly —I admitted—. But seeing how the day started, I can imagine.

Lucía let the towel fall very slowly and moved to the wardrobe to choose what to wear. There were still a couple of hours until nine, and we both already knew that dinner was going to be nothing like a normal evening with neighbors. The night, for sure, was promising.