I Saw Her Dance Naked for Two Strangers

We moved into the new apartment at the beginning of December, after weeks of hauling boxes up three flights of stairs with no elevator. The day we unpacked the last of it was the same day we finally allowed ourselves to rest: no music, no plans, just the two of us looking at our little chaos turned home. My fiancée Valeria had found a dance routine online that she practiced every night in the bedroom, and I already knew that was going to turn into something more than exercise.

It was December 30 when Bruno came by to see us. My best friend since high school, someone who had known the apartment since it was an empty shell and wanted to see it lived in at last. I told Valeria he’d be there in twenty minutes.

—I’m going to change —she said.

—No need —I answered.

—It’s just that I’m not wearing anything under this —she explained, pointing to the tank top that reached halfway down her thigh and the pale blue thong peeking out just barely.

—Bruno is like me. He’s not going to do anything weird.

Valeria frowned but stayed as she was. When the doorbell rang, she was the one who opened it. I heard from the kitchen: Bruno saw her, took off his glasses with a theatrical gesture, and told her something about even his bad eyesight not keeping him from seeing how good she looked. I threw a tangerine at him from the hallway. He laughed. She shook her head, but she smiled too.

The afternoon passed between movies and Bruno’s terrible jokes. It was impossible to stay tense with him in the same room: he had that knack for making everything feel like a comedy scene. At one point Valeria got up to get something from the kitchen and, as she bent down, the tank top—because it was so loose—opened forward. Two seconds too long. We both saw it without meaning to: her tits hanging free, the pink nipples hard from the cold air, the small areola pressed against the loose fabric.

—Pink nipples —Bruno said with all the calm in the world.

Valeria straightened up abruptly, went red, and shot back with a crooked smile:

—At least you made the most of the visit, perv.

Bruno was like that: perverted but harmless, capable of saying the most inappropriate thing without anyone ending up offended. When he left late that night, Valeria went upstairs to keep practicing her dance. Before reaching the stairs, she turned back:

—Can you get three folding chairs for Tuesday?

—What for?

—You’ll see. Or do you not want to see me dance naked for those guys from the alley?

I didn’t say anything. No need to. My cock got hard just imagining it.

***

New Year’s Eve arrived without hurry. Valeria dressed in a very tight black dress, the kind that looks like paint on skin. We took our time getting ready, almost as if we were going to a formal date, though both of us knew perfectly well where we were going and why.

We stopped first at a gas station on the outskirts, the only one open at that hour on that side of the city, and from there we headed to the alley beside the Warehouse—the abandoned building that had served as a meeting point for months. I got out of the car with the beers, the snacks, and the portable speaker. She got out with the three folding chairs tucked under her arm.

Miguel and Ramón were already there, sitting on some old buckets, and when they saw us coming they stood up with more energy than usual. They knew what they were there for. We greeted each other, caught up on the holidays, talked about the usual things. I asked about Santiago, who wasn’t there.

—He hasn’t shown up for three days —Ramón said.

—Strange, especially tonight —I commented.

—He probably fell asleep somewhere —Miguel said—. Or couldn’t get anything to drink.

—He’ll show up —I said—. Though he’s going to miss something.

Ramón looked at Valeria and nodded slowly.

We opened the beers. The night smelled of cold and of the firecrackers someone was still setting off a few blocks away. Valeria listened, laughed when it was called for, and every so often looked at me with that expression I already knew well: the look of someone who has a plan and is waiting for the right moment. The second round of beers disappeared sooner than expected.

She was the one who made the first move. She got up from her seat, walked over to where Miguel was, and sat down slowly on his lap, pressing down with her hips.

—I wanted to test whether these chairs would hold —she said with complete naturalness.

From where I stood I could feel her rubbing her ass against Miguel’s fly, moving him in small circles until it was obvious through the fabric that his cock was growing, pushing up, outlining itself against the pants.

—Mmm, yeah, they hold —she said, standing and going over to Ramón—. Now you.

She sat on Ramón’s lap the same way. He grabbed her by the waist before she could move.

—This one holds too. But stay here a moment.

Valeria smiled and sank her hips a little deeper against him. Ramón’s cock pressed immediately against her ass, hard as a stone, and she moved just enough to settle on top of it, letting the crack of her ass rest right over the bulge. Ramón nuzzled her neck, slid his hands up her ribs until he found her breasts over the dress, and squeezed them with an open palm. Her nipples pushed hard against the black fabric. Miguel commented that this was already the best New Year’s they’d had in a long time. Then we suggested moving deeper into the alley, farther from the main street where the streetlights still reached.

I connected Valeria’s phone to the speaker while she put Miguel in front of her and Ramón behind her, at just the right distance. She nodded at me.

I put the song on.

***

The dance started slow. She still had the dress on.

She moved between the two men with a fluidity that didn’t seem rehearsed, though I knew how many nights she had spent practicing in the bedroom. She undulated downward in front of Miguel, her face brushing his hip, then rose in a spin and ended up with her back to Ramón, pressing her body against his, arching her back. Ramón’s hands went to her waist instinctively, without anyone asking him to.

She knelt, lifted her hips, made another turn. She ended up facing Ramón, took his hands, and put them on her shoulders. She pressed herself to him back to chest, stood up slowly. Then she went to Miguel, took his hand, pulled him closer. When she had both of them near, she started moving her hips in soft circles, first one way, then the other.

Miguel took her breasts from behind, slipping his hands under the dress, squeezing her tits with open palms and pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Valeria moaned softly, threw her head back, resting it on his shoulder. Ramón slid his hands from her hips to her thighs, lifting the skirt until her pussy was almost bare, the pale blue thong pressing between her lips. He slipped his fingers under the fabric and stroked her already wet cunt; then he pulled them out shining, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them slowly, watching me. At one point the two of them were pressed against her, one in front and one behind, and Valeria kept dancing between them as if that were the only place in the world that made sense to be. I watched from three steps back, unmoving, my cock tight against the zipper.

She raised her arms. They understood: they yanked the dress up over her head, then the pale blue thong rolled down her thighs and fell to the ground.

She kept dancing naked, in the alley, in the cold of dawn and the sound of music coming from a small speaker on the ground. Ramón bent down to nibble at her nipples, first one and then the other, taking them all the way into his mouth, tugging them with his teeth until Valeria let out a muffled cry. Miguel spread her ass cheeks from behind with both hands, buried his face between them, and ran his tongue from her ass to her cunt in one long lick. Valeria spread her legs just a little, allowing access, and Miguel stayed there for a while, eating her from behind while Ramón kept sucking her tits on his knees in front of her. The actual temperature outside had nothing to do with what it felt like in there.

When the music ended, Valeria pulled away from them—her cunt shining between her thighs, a thread of Miguel’s saliva running down the inside of her thigh—and searched for me with her eyes. She blew me a kiss. Then she asked them to sit in the chairs.

***

This was different from everything before.

Before the second song started, Valeria knelt between the two chairs and pulled down both their pants at the same time. Their cocks sprang out, already hard from the dance: Miguel’s thick, with a dark-purple head; Ramón’s a little longer, slightly curved upward, with veins standing out along the shaft. Valeria licked her lips.

She sat on Ramón, with her back to him, her ass settled over his erection, letting his hard cock get trapped between her cheeks. She leaned forward to get a good look at Miguel, took him in her hand, and pulled the foreskin back slowly, exposing the glans, shining and throbbing. She took him into her mouth, swallowed him all the way to the base, and rose back up slowly, sucking him, leaving a string of saliva hanging from her lower lip when she pulled off.

—It’s true you did shower today —she said, lips glistening.

She looked at me. I nodded. I put the music on.

This time the rhythm was slower, with a deep bass marking every beat. Valeria started circling Ramón’s chair, moving to the intro while stroking his cock with her right hand, sliding up and down calmly, pressing the foreskin against the glans. When the beat fully kicked in, she moved to the center between them, lowered her torso without bending her knees—her ass pointed at Miguel, her tits hanging in front of Ramón—made one full turn very slowly, lowered again until she was almost kneeling, and rose while lifting her hips with that motion I had seen her practice dozens of times but that never stopped surprising me.

She turned again and ended up with her back to Miguel. She backed into him, lowered his erection with her hand so she could sit on it without taking it in, and stayed resting on the base, her vaginal lips barely touching the shaft. She started sliding forward and back, rubbing her wet pussy along the full length of Miguel’s cock, soaking it with her own juices, without letting even a centimeter inside. Miguel gripped the armrests of the chair, jaw tight, fighting the urge to grab her by the waist and drive into her in one thrust. She opened her legs toward Ramón, who watched her from the front with the same tight jaw, seeing how her pussy opened pink and shining, her swollen clit peeking between her lips.

She stood up. She repeated the sequence with Ramón: lowered his erection, settled over the shaft, brushing against it but not letting it enter. Only contact. Only heat. She slid the lips of her cunt along the entire length of Ramón’s cock, back and forth, until it was soaked. Ramón let out a hoarse groan when the head of his cock brushed right at her entrance, and for a second it seemed like Valeria was going to sink all the way down, but she lifted just a finger’s width and kept the motion going, torturing him.

A man we didn’t know came up from the back of the alley and sat down on the ground some distance away, saying nothing, watching. He took his cock out through the fly and started masturbating slowly. Valeria saw him. It didn’t matter to her. She kept dancing.

Toward the end, she sat back down on Ramón, this time sliding her lips along his entire length, one slow pass, then another. She bent forward and took Miguel’s cock into her mouth at the same time, sucking him all the way down, cheeks hollowed by the suction. Miguel grabbed her head with both hands and pushed gently, fucking her mouth to the slow rhythm of the music while she kept rubbing her pussy against Ramón’s cock behind her. She looked downward, watching how the head brushed against her without going in. Then her eyes met mine for a single exact second, with Miguel’s cock filling her mouth.

She stood up, letting Miguel’s cock slip out of her mouth with a wet smack. The dance was over.

I was still motionless, heat in my chest and a frustration that wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Both of them had the same face: the face of someone who has reached the edge and is staring into the void. Their cocks were standing, shining with saliva and slick, throbbing in the open air.

***

We all sat back down. We opened the last beers. The man at the back of the alley had left without saying anything, leaving a dark stain on the ground. Valeria pulled the dress on over herself without fully lifting it, leaving her tits bare; she didn’t even bother to look for the thong.

—You gave us a great New Year’s —Ramón said.

—You’re welcome —Valeria replied.

—You came in more eager tonight than other times —Miguel said—. Do you like stopping cocks, or are you just like that with everything?

Valeria laughed and answered:

—It’s just that you boys behave yourselves so well.

She winked at them. We talked a while longer, the beers slowly ran out on their own. Before we left, Miguel asked me directly:

—And you? Ever had it while there was company?

The question came without warning. I understood perfectly what he meant: it was a test, direct and indirect at the same time. They wanted to know how far I was willing to let the situation go. I thought before answering.

—That’s a secret —I said, leaving the door open without saying yes.

We left them the three chairs. We collected the speaker, the empty bottles, and went home.

***

It was almost two in the morning when we parked in front of the building. Valeria still hadn’t put the dress back on properly; she had it folded over her legs, her tits bare and her naked cunt shining under the dashboard light.

—I dare you to walk from the car to the door without clothes —I told her.

—What if the neighbors see us?

—It’s two in the morning. They must be sound asleep.

Valeria looked up and down the street and said:

—You win.

She opened the car door and walked quickly on her heels, which clicked against the asphalt, her tits bouncing with every step. She reached the entrance, opened it, went inside, and blew me a kiss from within with the door half open. I followed her. I locked the door. Went up to the bedroom.

She was standing with her front against the window facing the street, arms crossed on the sill and the silent city behind the glass. Her ass was pointed at me, arched back, her thighs parted just enough to reveal the lips of her cunt still swollen and shining from having been rubbing against Miguel’s and Ramón’s cocks all night.

I came up behind her without turning on the light. I put my hands on her hips, pressed myself against her ass letting her feel my hard cock against the crease, and she rubbed back against me without saying anything, looking for me.

—I want to see you with them —I said softly, my mouth against her ear.

Valeria didn’t answer right away. I slipped a hand between her legs and stroked her soaked cunt, pushing two fingers in to the knuckles. She was so wet that my fingers went in without resistance, and I felt the walls tightening around them.

—With who? —she asked, voice rough.

—With Miguel. With Ramón. Or with Santiago when he shows up.

Silence. I kept my fingers in and out of her slowly, while my thumb rubbed her clit. She turned and looked me in the eyes, breath coming in broken bursts.

—Why do you want that?

—Because I always end up with the same feeling after these nights —I said—. And I got tired of not telling you. The wedding’s coming up and I didn’t want to keep carrying this secret.

She thought for a few seconds. Then:

—I need to confess something about them.

My heart lurched. My mind ran straight to the questions I didn’t want to ask myself. Had something already happened that I didn’t know about? Had she let them in at some point when I was distracted?

—Ramón’s cock really turns me on —she said—. I’ve imagined it inside me more than once. I want to feel it pushing all the way in, opening me up. But I never dared because we hadn’t talked about that, and I wasn’t going to do anything without your okay.

I said nothing. I kept my fingers moving, a little faster.

—So? —she asked, moaning softly.

—I want you to do it —I told her, looking her in the eyes—. With all three if you want. I want to see you swallowing Miguel’s while Ramón fucks you from behind. I want to see them fill you.

She nodded slowly, eyes closed. I pulled my fingers out, ran them over her lips, and she sucked them, tasting herself. Then she spoke with the calm of someone who had already thought it through:

—I’ll use condoms. One thing is rubbing against them, another is letting them in. And I’m not going to go straight for it: I’m going to come at them with another dance, like tonight, and at some point I’ll put the condom on them before they expect it. That way they won’t overthink it.

—You have to be quick when you do it.

—I know how to be quick —she said—. And later I don’t want complaints that I stay open.

—I’m not going to complain.

—Ramón’s is a centimeter longer than yours —she added, in that tone that knew exactly what it was provoking—. One more centimeter in. In case you hadn’t figured it out. And Miguel’s is thicker. I’m going to be nicely stretched after that night.

Her words landed like warm water: not uncomfortable, just hot. I grabbed her by the hips, bent her over the window sill, and drove my cock into her from behind in one hard thrust. She let out a long moan, pressing her forehead against the cold glass. I started fucking her hard, gripping her hips, driving all the way in, while I spoke into the back of her neck.

—Is that how Ramón is going to fuck you? —I asked, thrusting in and out hard—. Is that how he’s going to open you?

—Deeper —she moaned—. One centimeter deeper.

I fucked her harder, fingers digging into her hips, watching her ass bounce against my stomach with every thrust. I ran one hand around front, squeezed a breast, pinched her nipple. With the other I found her clit and rubbed it in circles while I kept driving into her.

—Imagine Miguel in your mouth —I told her—. Both of them at the same time.

—Yes —she moaned—. I want all three. All three at once.

She came with a muffled cry against the glass, squeezing my cock with the convulsions of her cunt walls, and I came inside a second later, emptying myself to the last drop, forehead pressed to her back, sweating. My seed dripped back down her thighs when I pulled out.

—Then buy the condoms —she said, still leaning on the window, breathing hard.

—I’ll buy them tomorrow —I answered without hesitation.

She laughed at the way I gave in. That night we slept until almost noon: she exhausted from the dance and the fucking, me emptied of a tension I had been carrying for weeks without really knowing how to name it.

Months later she still teases me when she remembers that both of us wanted the same thing but neither of us would say it. She’s right. I was a lucky coward.