I Ended Up Naked in the Shop and Everyone Watched Me

I’ve lived in Bogotá for three years, although I was born in Cali. I have a partner — a calm, somewhat predictable man — and I’ve always needed more than routine offers. It’s not that I complain. It’s just the way I am.

That Tuesday afternoon, I had no special plans. I left work early, slipped into the crowd on Carrera Séptima, and ended up wandering through one of those downtown arcades where clothing stalls, stationery shops, and, if you know where to look, the occasional discreet sex shop on the upper floors all coexist. There are plenty of them. No need to ask; you just have to know which stairs to take.

I went in because I needed to replace something. I had a dildo that an ex had given me before we broke up — four years ago now — and it did its job with dignity but no enthusiasm whatsoever. It was time to retire it.

The store was larger than I’d expected from the outside. Warm lighting, shelves organized by color, a lingerie section in the back, barely audible instrumental music. And behind the counter, a girl of about twenty-five who looked up when I came in and didn’t look away until I reached her.

Her name was Valeria. She told me herself after a moment, with the casualness of someone who has already helped a hundred women pretending indifference while eyeing the displays.

—Looking for something specific?

—Something for personal use, I said, which is exactly what everyone says.

Valeria smiled and came out from behind the counter to walk with me. That was when I saw it.

She was wearing trousers made of very thin fabric, almost translucent under the direct light of the fixtures, and in the curve of her ass there was no mistaking the outline of a small anal plug, with a gem reflecting the red glow of the decorative lights on a nearby shelf. She wasn’t hiding it. She wasn’t even pretending to. It simply existed there, sunk between her cheeks, like part of her uniform.

Has she been wearing it since she got to work? Does she put it in in the employees’ bathroom in the morning, with lube, thinking about customers like me?

I had to make a conscious effort not to keep staring at the ass marked by the fabric. Valeria talked to me about stimulants, water-based lubricants, the differences between materials — medical-grade silicone, TPE, tempered glass — with the same fluency a pharmacist uses to explain an antihistamine. While she spoke, she turned to point out a high shelf, and the trousers tightened over her ass, dividing the fabric into two perfect hemispheres. There was no doubt about it: the plug’s jewel jutted out like a gem set in the hollow of her asshole.

—Does it bother you? —I asked, without fully thinking it through.

She turned slowly, no surprise on her face.

—Does what?

—What you’ve got in your ass.

A brief pause. Then:

—Not at all. It helps me focus on work. And it keeps me wet the whole shift, if you want me to be honest.

I didn’t know what to say to that. But something woke up somewhere between my stomach and my knees, and it didn’t go back to sleep. I could feel my panties starting to get wet on their own, as if my cunt had understood the situation before my head did.

***

I ended up buying a realistic skin-colored dildo with a built-in vibration motor in the base. Valeria showed it to me turned on, with her head tilted like someone judging a work of art, and I thought about the shower in my apartment and how long it would take me to get there by subway. Too long. The heat I’d been feeling for the past twenty minutes had no intention of waiting. My nipples were already hard inside my bra, and I could feel the wetness running down the inside of my thigh.

—Do you have somewhere to try it? —I asked. The question sounded exactly as absurd as it was, and I knew it even as I said it, and said it anyway.

Valeria didn’t laugh. She looked at me for a second, calculating something. Then she glanced down briefly at the visible shadow between my legs, and looked back up with a half smile.

—There isn’t really a fitting room. But if you want, I can move some boxes from the stockroom and give you some space. It’s not the first time I’ve done it.

I should have told her no. I should have paid, thanked her, and waited for the subway. Instead, I nodded as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

Valeria shifted two large boxes to one side and placed a tall display like an improvised door. The result was a nook about a meter and a half wide, partially hidden from the entrance but not from the counter. Three walls: stacked boxes, a brick wall, and a plastic cabinet. The fourth was that display, fragile as a promise.

—Take all the time you need, she said, and went back to the counter with the same calm she would have had after putting a product back where it belonged.

I was left alone in that absurd, perfect little corner.

***

I crouched down, took off my jeans, pulled down my panties — already soaked, with a long strand of fluid clinging to the fabric — and sat on the laminated wood floor. It was cold. I liked that contrast against my hot ass.

I opened the vibrator from its wrapping and turned it on to the lowest setting. The buzz was discreet, almost domestic. I spread my legs as far as the nook allowed and used two fingers to part the lips of my cunt. It was open, throbbing, shining under the warm light of the store. I ran my index finger over my swollen clit and let out a sigh I didn’t want to hold back.

Valeria was watching me from the counter. She wasn’t pretending, wasn’t faking paperwork or organizing products. She just watched my open cunt with the same focused attention with which she’d been explaining the types of silicone earlier. And instead of bothering me, that made everything three times more intense.

—Can you watch? —I asked her softly.— I like being seen. I want you to watch me put it in.

She crossed her arms over the counter, rested her chin on her knuckles, and nodded with a single tilt of her head.

I leaned back a little, supporting my weight on one free hand. With the other, I ran the head of the vibrator over my wet cunt lips, slowly, without inserting it yet. I rubbed it from top to bottom, soaking it in my own wetness, circling my clit until I started to tremble. The heat that had been building since I saw her turn around made everything hypersensitive; every touch came magnified, doubled. I closed my eyes for an instant and opened them again because I didn’t want to miss her.

Valeria came a few steps closer. She stopped a meter away. Her lips were slightly parted and one hand rested, discreetly, over the inner seam of her trousers, pressing her cunt with the open palm.

—Put it in already, she said in a low voice that was more command than suggestion.— Put it all the way in.

I turned the vibrator up and pushed. The silicone cock fought its way into my soaked cunt with a wet splash that could be heard over the buzzing. My body reacted at once with a spasm that made me bend my knees. I drove it in to the base, feeling every millimeter stretch me open inside, and started pumping it with my wrist turned, pulling almost all the way out and slamming it back in with one stroke. The first orgasm came sooner than I expected: sharp, brief, with a warm spurt that ran down my perineum to the floor. A guttural moan escaped me, not exactly quiet. Valeria reached out and turned the vibration to maximum without asking, the toy still buried inside me. The buzz climbed to my clit and shot through my entire back. I thanked her wordlessly, arching against the wall.

***

I took off my shirt. Then my bra too. My nipples had gone hard as little pebbles, and with the toy still vibrating inside me I could feel them pulling upward. The cold floor against my bare back was exactly the contrast my body needed at that moment. Valeria was still watching, standing there with her hands in the pockets of those thin trousers that revealed far too much. I could see a dark stain between her legs, round, about the size of a large coin.

I pinched my nipples with my free hand while I kept pumping the vibrator. I pulled it out, glistening with fluid, and ran it over my mouth. I licked my own taste off the silicone with my whole tongue, no hesitation, looking her in the eyes. Then I shoved it back in all the way with one thrust.

—Like that, Valeria murmured.— Eat it.

I changed pace. I drove it into myself in short, fast thrusts, my thumb rubbing my clit at the same time. I could feel the buzzing echoing through the walls of my cunt, the pubic bone, the ass that was contracting on its own. The second orgasm took longer and was better: deeper, longer, with that trembling in the legs that lasts several seconds after everything is over. I let out a small gush that wet the insides of my thighs and my entire hand. When I opened my eyes, Valeria was no longer in her place.

Voices at the back of the store. Footsteps on the laminated floor.

I stayed still, the toy still buried in my cunt, soaked in my own cum, my legs spread wide open and my tits bare.

From where I was I could hear but not see: two men and a woman, young, laughing among themselves and making quiet comments about the products. Valeria was serving them in her usual professional tone, as if there weren’t a naked woman with a vibrator sunk to the base of her cunt just behind the display three meters away.

My clothes were on the other side of the nook. If I sat up, they’d see me.

Don’t move.

I didn’t move.

And the thrill of the situation — that group of strangers three meters away, not knowing that just around the display, there was a married woman with her legs open and a silicone cock buried all the way inside her cunt — was exactly enough to keep me going. Slowly. Silently. With the absurd concentration of someone disarming a bomb without making a sound.

I started moving my wrist in tiny circles, without pulling the toy out, letting the vibration do all the work. Every inch of skin tingled. I heard the group laugh at something. I imagined them looking at the shelves, handling boxes, suspecting nothing. That excited me more than anything else that afternoon. I brought my other hand to my mouth, shoved two fingers down my throat, pulled them out wet with saliva, and dragged them down to my nipples to twist them.

The third orgasm built slowly and underground. It coiled at the base of my belly, climbing inside me like a pulse that kept growing. When it hit, it forced my whole back against the wall so I wouldn’t fold forward. I bit the back of my hand until I tasted iron. My cunt clenched in spasms around the toy, milking it as if it had something to give.

The large box moved.

I don’t know whether I nudged it by accident with my foot or whether the inevitable moment had simply arrived. The box tipped outward with a dull thud, opening the nook like a theater stage when the curtain goes up.

***

Total silence.

Me on the floor. Naked. Legs open. The vibrator still on, jutting out between the swollen, glistening lips of my cunt.

The two boys and the girl staring from the central aisle, hands still and mouths slightly open.

Valeria, to one side, with a completely serene smile she hadn’t had to fake.

—It’s part of our demonstration area, she said, with a calm that bordered on the surreal.— You can come closer to look if you’re interested.

No one spoke for a full second. Then the girl leaned toward the boy beside her and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, and I noticed the bulge in his jeans. The other one stayed where he was, arms crossed and jaw tight, staring at my open cunt in a way that left no doubt about what he was thinking.

—Just looking, Valeria clarified, as if laying out the rules of a familiar game.— No touching. At first.

The girl separated from the group and came closer. She crouched down to my level. She had dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail and eyes that moved over me without shame, top to bottom, lingering on my tits, my navel, the hand still holding the buried vibrator. She stroked my knee with two fingers, as if checking whether I was real and not a piece of contemporary art. Then she slid them along the inside of my thigh, very slowly, until the tip of her index finger brushed the edge of the silicone sticking out of me.

—Take it out and put it back in, she whispered.— I want to see it up close.

I did as she asked. I pulled the toy out slowly, letting a thick strand of fluid trail after it. I showed it to her, glistening and dripping. She licked her lips, and I shoved it back into my cunt to the hilt with a slow thrust that drew an equally clear gasp from her.

Valeria came up behind the girl, placed her hands on her shoulders, and kissed her neck very calmly, as if continuing something they’d already started earlier. The girl closed her eyes for a moment. Valeria’s hands moved down her waist, opened her trousers, and pulled them down to mid-thigh. I saw the girl’s cunt, shaved, with pink lips already shining. Valeria slid two fingers into her from behind without ceremony, and the girl bent forward, putting one hand on the floor beside my hip, looking me straight in the eyes while she was being penetrated.

—Keep doing that, she said, her voice trembling.— Don’t stop.

I sped up. Every thrust of the toy produced a wet splash that mixed with the girl’s gasps above me.

The two boys didn’t come closer. From where they stood, one of them unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, hard, thick, the head dark purple. He started jerking off with his eyes fixed on me. The other looked at him, then at me, and copied him. No one asked permission. No one needed it. I could hear the wet noise of their hands, that dull rhythmic smack that joined the vibrator’s buzz and the splashing of my cunt.

Valeria took a second toy out of some drawer — larger, black silicone, thick, veined — and switched it with mine without warning. She yanked the vibrator out of me and drove the other one in with a single thrust. The difference was immediate and irresistible: it stretched me more, reached deeper, hit a spot the other barely brushed. I screamed. I bit my lip to keep from making too much noise and failed anyway. The girl covered my mouth with the palm of her hand and I let her, and licked her palm with my open tongue while Valeria fucked me with the black toy at a pace that gave me no breath.

—Look at me, the girl asked, her voice broken by Valeria’s fingers.— Come for me looking at me.

One of the boys moaned from the aisle and a white rope shot out, landing on his fingers and dripping to the floor. The other came right after, almost at the same time, clenching his teeth and his cock trembling in his hand.

The fourth orgasm hit like a tide breaking farther in than expected. Valeria drove the black toy into me all the way to the pubic bone and with her other hand kept working the girl’s cunt. I had my tongue in a stranger’s palm, my tits bare, a dildo splitting me open, and my ass contracting on its own as if it wanted in on the action too. I came apart. I came apart so completely I lost several seconds: I heard voices as if from far away, felt heat in different parts of my body — sticky belly, a wet kiss on the inside of my thigh, something warm splashing my hip — and then I felt nothing.

***

When I opened my eyes, the store was quiet and smelled different. Of sweat, semen, an open cunt, and silicone lubricant.

Valeria was sweeping the floor beside me with absolute calm, as if cleaning up after any ordinary workday. On top of my body there were some soft folded fabrics someone had placed over me while I was unconscious. I don’t know who. I didn’t ask. There were dry remnants on my stomach and inner thigh, and I didn’t bother identifying them.

I got dressed quickly, my legs still unsteady and my cunt pulsing with every movement.

—How long? I asked.

—About twenty minutes. No more.

—The others...

—They left. Valeria leaned the broom against the wall and pulled a small piece of paper from the front pocket of her trousers.— But they left this before they went.

It was an address in the north of the city and a time written by hand. Saturday, nine p.m.

—Private meeting, Valeria explained.— There’d be four of us, plus you if you decide to go. Nothing that hasn’t already happened this afternoon, only without the boxes and with more time. And with cocks inside, not just in your hand.

I left the store with the vibrator in my bag and that piece of paper in the back pocket of my pants.

The afternoon sun on Carrera Séptima was exactly the same as when I’d gone in, an hour earlier. The crowd walked on, knowing nothing. The clothing stalls knew nothing. The tinto sellers knew nothing.

Only me.

I was still thinking about whether to go on Saturday when I reached the subway. I was still thinking about it when I got home. I think I already know the answer, but that’s another story.