My Girlfriend Loves Showing Me Off to Her Neighbor

It’s been a while since I sat down to write anything, but I need to tell this. It’s one of those things you think only happens to other people, and then suddenly the lottery falls in your lap.

I’m seeing a woman who gets turned on by the idea of showing me off in front of other people in a way I still haven’t fully figured out. It’s not enough for her to want me: she needs other women to want me too, and she savors that jealousy like someone enjoying dessert.

Valeria is tall, with broad shoulders and strong legs from someone who really trains. She has full hips and a curly red mane that seems to move on its own. I met her at one of the gyms where I teach, and after our first night together she already asked me for a photo from the neck down.

—It’s so my friends can see what I just caught —she said, biting her lip.

Anyone else might have been scared off. Me, it got me so hot I got hard again right there.

***

The showing-me-off started as a game and kept growing. One day she asked me to open the door to her neighbor wearing only underwear, supposedly just out of bed, to see the look on her face.

Since then that woman found any excuse —that she’d run out of sugar, that she was out of coffee— to ring the bell right when she knew I was home. She didn’t always get the timing right, but most of the time she did. And Valeria loved watching her go speechless, feasting her eyes on me in the doorway.

—It turns me on more than it turns her on —she confessed afterward, still laughing.

Things escalated. Valeria started photographing me while I showered at her place and sending the pictures to her group of friends, her coworkers, even her boss. Her entire circle ended up knowing what my body looked like, and the comments she got back had her fascinated.

I put “spying on me” in quotes because I knew damn well what she was doing. When I soaped myself up, I’d glance sideways at the half-open door and see her peeking in with her phone aimed at me. That image worked better on me than anything else: just seeing her there, crouched and hidden, was enough to make me hard instantly.

—Today I put you up for bidding among the girls —she’d joke sometimes—. I even set a price and everything.

It was a running joke, but imagining one of her friends paying for a night with me turned me on in a ridiculous way. A stupid fantasy neither of us planned to actually follow through on, even though playing with it amused us both.

***

One morning, just after waking up, Valeria asked me to lie down with my eyes closed.

—I want a photo for the work group. They go crazy when they get something of yours.

I let her do it. I heard the click of the phone and immediately the screen started buzzing with replies.

—Phew, what a body, handsome —she read aloud, imitating one of them—. They’re going to love these photos.

—At this rate I’ll open an account and charge —I said, half joking.

—Well, Bea would pay, huh. She’s obsessed. And Cristina, my boss, don’t even get me started. She’s already asked me for videos.

—Videos? —I laughed—. Fine, but get something in return. A better schedule, a raise.

—Not a bad idea. —She had the phone in one hand and with the other she’d already started stroking me slowly—. You know what that shameless bitch told me? That if I let her watch next time.

—You’re insane —I muttered, even though the blood had already rushed straight down to my cock.

—Well, if she lets me watch… I’m not going to say no.

I really had hit the lottery. She started jerking me off calmly while sending a voice note to her boss, laughing between phrases. I held out as long as I could.

—I can’t anymore —I said, with a dry throat—. Get over here.

She set the phone aside and leaned down without breaking eye contact. I was still wet from the shower, and even so she spat and kept going with her hand before taking my cock into her mouth with a mix of haste and pleasure. She didn’t rush. She kept eye contact while rubbing herself with her other hand.

—You’re a filthy addict, you know that? —I told her, grabbing her hair firmly.

She nodded without letting go, moaning. She enjoyed it more than I did, and that drove me crazy. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I held her by the hair and pulled her against me. She swallowed everything, and seconds later she came rubbing herself, shaking all over.

***

Another morning she told me that on Saturday her cousin was coming to stay.

—Raquel —she said—. She’s my dad’s cousin, we’re close in age and we’ve always told each other everything.

—Wasn’t I supposed to be going to your place on Saturday? —I asked.

—Exactly. —That crooked smile I already knew appeared—. I want her to see who I’m dating.

—Then I won’t wear anything.

—Pajamas only when I’m alone. When there’s another woman visiting, I want you wandering around naked, calm, like it’s nothing. I want her to die of envy, to see the way she looks at you, to not know where to put her eyes.

Those words had an immediate effect on me, and she knew it.

—And won’t she freak out? —I asked anyway.

—Raquel? I’m doing her a favor. Since she married Martín, she’s been in the dumps. She confides in me that she misses it, you know what I mean. —She took my cock in her hand and started stroking me—. The two of us will go out partying, and when we get back you’re going to walk in front of her. I want to hear what she says and see the face she makes.

Her mouth was half open and her eyes blazing while she held me.

—And we’ll leave the door open —she added in a low voice—. So she can get a good look.

***

I was about to pin her down right there when her phone rang. So convenient, always. The call was brief, and when she hung up she looked at me with a new idea already in motion.

—Underwear off —she ordered—. Pilar is coming, the neighbor. I told her I’m not here but you are. She’ll be here in five minutes.

—Does she know I’m naked?

—No, but she’s dying to. Every time she sees you in your boxers she practically drools. You just play dumb. I’ll hide in the pantry and watch.

She placed her little digital camera on a kitchen shelf, aimed toward the center, and moved the salt shaker into a drawer that wasn’t hers.

—When she asks you for the salt, open four cupboards looking for it —she explained—. That’ll give you time to let her get a good look.

I stepped under the cold water for a moment to pretend she’d caught me halfway through my shower and, as a bonus, to calm myself a bit. The doorbell rang. I came out without a towel, opened just enough, and stuck out my head and torso. Pilar ran her eyes over me from top to bottom before she even said hello.

—Hi, handsome —she said—. I came to borrow a little salt, I’ve run out.

—Of course, come in. I only just got out of the shower, excuse the state of me.

—Don’t worry about me —she replied, with a smile that changed the tone of her voice—. Nothing bothers me.

She came in. Before I even closed the door, her eyes were already looking for what they shouldn’t. She smiled at me without the slightest hint of restraint.

—Better like this than in underwear —she said, then laughed at her own boldness.

I decided to improvise to make it more believable. I went to the bathroom to get a towel, drying myself as I walked, and I felt her stare drilling into my back the whole way. When I came back, she was still the same, hypnotized, not missing a single step.

—Let me find the salt, my girlfriend changes its place every week —I said, opening cupboards at my own pace.

—Don’t rush —she answered—. I’ve got nothing to do.

Every time I turned, I felt her eyes moving over me. I dragged the towel over my body with calculated slowness, pretending there was nothing strange about any of it. I found the salt and handed it to her, but she stretched out the conversation with any excuse just to stay a little longer.

—Wait, I’m going to put on some lotion before getting dressed —I said, and went into the bathroom.

She followed me to the door, still holding the salt shaker, talking about how absent-minded she’d become lately. I took the chance to move the camera onto a piece of furniture by the mirror, where the whole scene could be seen. Me standing in front of the mirror; her in the doorway, not missing a thing.

I rubbed lotion onto my legs and arms with exaggerated calm. Pilar talked about anything and everything, but she barely looked me in the face. The more her eyes drifted, the harder it was for me to hide how much it got to me.

—Want me to help with your back? You can’t quite reach there —she offered before I said anything.

—If you don’t mind…

Her hands were firm and she took her time. When she finished with my shoulders, they went lower than necessary, without asking, and that was exactly what got me going: knowing she was dying for it and was barely holding back. The situation was insanely hot.

—There —she said at last, reluctantly pulling her hands away.

—Thanks. —I tied the towel around my waist—. By the way, on weekends I always shower at this time. It’s a habit.

I said it as if by accident, so she’d keep the information in mind. I was sure that, no matter how “absent-minded” she was, next time she’d ring the bell at exactly this hour again.

—Well, that’s a very nice habit —she replied, smiling.

I walked her to the door and she said goodbye with one last look that said everything. I closed it.

***

Valeria came out of the pantry and went straight into my arms, aroused and pretending to be angry at the same time.

—Did you see the way she looked at you? —she said, grabbing me with that mix of desire and jealousy that turned her on so much—. She was licking her lips every time you turned around. I could barely handle her.

—I set the camera recording while I was putting on lotion —I told her—. And she rubbed my back without me asking her to.

—What a nerve. —Her eyes were shining—. Next time, let her, and see how far she goes. I want to see her in that video losing every bit of shame.

She took me to the bedroom before she’d even finished the sentence. What came after was pure pent-up nerves: I kissed her like I hadn’t touched her in months, she dug her nails into my back, and she came three times before I could hold out one second longer.

Afterward we lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling. No explanation was needed. We both knew Pilar would be back the following Saturday, punctual as a clock, and that this time Valeria wouldn’t settle for just watching from the pantry.