The Underwear Bath My Girlfriend Refused to Cover Up

I’m going to tell you a few things from when I was with Noelia, before she was my wife and long before she stopped being so. I remember them in pieces, out of order, as they come back to me. Some happened by accident; others, most of them, she went looking for with a calm that still baffles me.

Because Noelia was two people. By day, around other people, she seemed shy, the sort who lowered her eyes and laughed behind her hand. But it was enough for her to get a little turned on for that shyness to fall off her all at once, like a jacket she no longer needed. And then she didn’t care who was looking. Didn’t matter where she was. She almost preferred being watched. She liked having her tits seen, having her cunt guessed at, having a hard-on show through a man’s trousers because of her. She was a textbook tease, but one who always delivered after.

I’ll start with the trip south, because that’s the one I remember best.

***

A friend from the group, Rubén, was doing his military oath at a coastal barracks, and a few of us decided to go down and see him. Since there were quite a lot of us, we rented a big van, one of those with three rows of seats and an empty space in the back. There were three couples and three singles, nine of us in all, with many hours of road ahead.

Someone came up with the idea of throwing a mattress into the back space, in case anyone got sleepy. I suggested to Noelia that we lie down there, and another guy in the van, Dani, did the same with his girlfriend, Cris. So in the end the four of us ended up stretched out in the back, covered with a couple of blankets, while the rest chatted up front without paying us any attention.

It was night and the van was dark. After a while, with the rattling and the heat of bodies pressed together, our hands started moving on their own. Each with our own, but half a meter from one another. I slipped my hand under Noelia’s dress and found her panties already soaked through. I pulled them aside with two fingers and went straight for her cunt, swollen, slick, with the clit hard as a stone. She started riding my fingers on her own, moving her hips slowly under the blanket, biting her lip to keep from moaning. With one hand I unclasped her bra from under her dress and grabbed a tit, pinching her nipple between my forefinger and thumb until I wrung a gasp out of her that she had to swallow back.

She found my fly, pulled out my cock, and started jerking me off very slowly, with the wet palm of her own juices, which had somehow transferred from her cunt to my glans without my quite knowing how. She spat into her hand and wrapped it around me completely, sliding up and down the foreskin with a slow, torturous rhythm that had me ready to bite her shoulder to keep from shouting. Now and then, in the glow of some oncoming car’s headlights, I could make out a bit of Cris’s back, or a leg, and Dani’s hand going under her dress. And I knew perfectly well that Dani could see Noelia, because she covered herself even less than his girlfriend did. Not by accident. She did it on purpose. She had pulled the blanket down herself by a handspan so Dani could see how my hand was moving between her thighs, and how her own hand was moving over my cock.

I came before she did, silently, grinding my teeth, shooting my load into her palm and onto her belly. She wiped it off with the blanket and smiled at me in the dark. Then she took my fingers, brought them back to her cunt, and guided me herself until she came with her free hand over my mouth to muffle her moans. The four of us ended up falling asleep in a heap, and we were woken when we were already close to our destination. We stopped at a roadside bar for breakfast, all of us looking like we hadn’t slept a wink, and got back in the van for the last stretch.

***

Before going into the barracks, the girls wanted to change so they’d look more presentable, and the three of them climbed into the van to get dressed. Noelia came out in a light, short, strappy dress that, at the slightest bend, showed the white bra she had on underneath. Cris put on jeans and a shirt, and the third one, Marta, a flowered skirt. But the one who drew the eye, as always, was Noelia.

We watched the oath of allegiance standing under a sun that could split stones. When it was over and we met up with Rubén, we told him without asking that he was coming back home with us. He had arranged to return by train with a barracks mate, Adrián, so we told him to come too. The two of them agreed, and off we went again, this time twelve packed into the van.

We had barely pulled away when someone came out with the idea: how about a swim before we put in the hours back? No one needed to repeat it. Quique, who was driving, took the first exit toward the coast and came down a dirt track to a long, empty beach, one of those where you can’t see the end in either direction.

And then we realized none of us had brought a swimsuit.

“Well, I’m going in my briefs,” I said, and started taking my clothes off without thinking much about it.

A couple of the guys followed suit. When I turned around, Noelia was already in her bra and white panties, urging the others to do the same. Cris didn’t need much convincing and stayed in black underwear. Marta, on the other hand, said she wasn’t swimming and stayed dressed, sitting on the sand.

We were drooling. It was nothing extraordinary, just an ordinary white bra, some normal panties, and yet there was something about seeing them in underwear and not bikinis that had all of us more worked up than we should have been. As if the difference between one thing and the other was exactly the boundary that wasn’t meant to be crossed, and we were crossing it. I could already see the shape of my cock in my wet briefs, and I wasn’t the only one: Rubén, with months of barracks life behind him, had a bulge that was impossible to hide.

We went into the water. It was cold, and welcome after the heat of the barracks. We horsed around for a while, splashing each other, being idiots, until Quique called from the shore that we had to get moving or we’d get back at dawn.

***

And that’s when Noelia did her thing.

She came out of the water last, unhurried, while the rest of us were already drying off with our hands. And the wet white underwear had gone completely transparent. You could see both dark nipples, fat and hard with cold, stamped against the fabric as if the bra weren’t there. Between her legs everything could be seen, perfectly: the cut triangle of her pubis, the swollen lips of her cunt pressing against the panties, even the vertical line where the cloth had worked its way in. Cris’s black underwear didn’t show through; Noelia’s did, and then some.

Any other woman would have crossed her arms and run for the van. Not her. She knew exactly what could be seen and what she was doing to us. She stood there in front of all of us, leaned slightly forward, and slowly wrung out her mane with both hands, letting the water run down her body while she glanced at us sideways. With every movement, her tits bounced inside the transparent bra, nipples pointing one way and another. She ran her hands over her thighs, up to her hips, and under the excuse of brushing off the sand she rubbed her cunt through the soaked fabric, making the lips part just enough as the cloth was pressed inward. All the guys had their eyes fixed on her. Every single one. And she, far from being embarrassed, seemed to get more and more into it with every second that passed.

She’s loving this, I thought. She loves having us like this, hard as rocks, unable to hide it.

When she had left us all not knowing where to put our hands, I was the one who said, in the firmest voice I could fake, that the girls should get back in the van to take off the wet stuff. Not out of modesty. Because I needed to get her out of there before I did something stupid, and I needed to fuck her right then.

***

I went in with her first, under the pretext of “helping” her. She took off the bra and the soaked panties and stood naked in the van’s dimness, skin still salted, hair stuck to her back. Her tits glistened from the water, the nipples still stiff, and between her thighs she had that shaved little cunt of hers, the lips reddened from all the rubbing against the wet fabric. I moved close and slipped a hand between her legs: she was wet, and it wasn’t seawater. Soaked. I found her clit with my thumb and shoved two fingers inside her at once. She let out a short moan and pushed my hand away, but without losing her smile.

“Stay still, they’re all out there,” she whispered, amused, as if that were an argument and not the exact opposite.

“I’ll put it in you in two minutes, shut up,” I begged in her ear, grabbing one tit and rubbing her wet nipple with my palm.

She laughed softly, gave me a quick tongue kiss, squeezed the bulge in my briefs with her hand, and let go a second later. I took it for granted that she’d put on another pair of panties and another bra. What she did made me worse off than before. She took the light dress and put it on bare, with nothing underneath. She smoothed the fabric over her body with both hands, sliding her palms over her tits and down to her thighs, deliberately marking her nipples against the thin cloth. She looked at me for a second with a half smile, my cock a handspan from her face, and stepped out of the van so Cris could come in and change, leaving me standing there with a rage and a heat I didn’t know what to do with.

I was the only one who knew for sure she wasn’t wearing underwear. But I imagine the others guessed as soon as they saw her, because with that thin dress and her nipples showing through the fabric there wasn’t much to figure out. I imagined her for the rest of the trip and started counting the minutes until I could lie back down with her on the mattress in the back, hike up her dress, open her legs, and fuck her with the whole van a meter away listening to us.

***

But the fucking went wrong before it even started.

As soon as we pulled out, Noelia told me that on the way back I should go up front in the passenger seat, next to Quique. She preferred to sit in the back, relaxed, without me groping her all the time. And like an idiot, I agreed. I sat in the front with my cock still half hard inside my pants. She settled into one of the middle seats, with Cris beside her, and Dani’s night got screwed over for the same reason too.

The ones who used the mattress in the back to sleep were Rubén and Adrián, wrecked after the oath. I was up front, half asleep from the heat and the engine’s purr, but every so often I turned around. And always, always, there was some friend standing in the aisle, holding onto the back of Noelia’s seat, talking to her while leaning down, his face at just the right height to get an eyeful of her cleavage.

You don’t need to be very smart to know what they were looking at. With the loose dress and no bra, all she had to do was move a little for the neckline to gape open and show her tits in full, nipples and all. And she knew it. Oh, did she know it. Every time I turned around I caught her laughing at something, throwing her hair back with both hands, arching her back to push her chest out, letting the strap slide a couple of fingers off her shoulder before pulling it back up again, as if by accident. Once I turned and saw her sitting with her legs crossed in such a way that the dress had ridden almost up to her hip, showing half her bare thigh, and the guy standing with her had a bulge clearly visible in his trousers. She was looking at that bulge, without trying to hide it, and then looking him in the eyes with that smile of hers she wore when she knew she was playing a game.

I don’t know exactly what happened, because in the end sleep got the better of me. The next day I asked her, half pissed off, why she had sent me to the front seat.

“So I could relax, without you pawing me all the time,” she said, and laughed.

I never knew whether it was true or whether what she wanted was exactly that: to sit in the back, in the half-light, feeling everyone’s eyes on her, with her cunt wet under her dress and no one to stop her. There was one of the barracks guys, Adrián, at whom she looked in a way I didn’t like at all. I imagined her sucking him off in the dark between the seats, or letting him put his hands under her dress, with her braless cunt within reach of any finger bold enough to try. I don’t think it went all the way with him, but I’d bet some hand wandered somewhere it shouldn’t have, and that she didn’t push it away. The truth is I’ll never know, and at this point, telling it, I almost prefer not to know.

***

All these things really happened, and I’m telling them as I remember them, with whatever time has changed in me without meaning to. What I don’t forget is that image of her on the shore, completely see-through, nipples outlined and cunt hinted at between her legs, not covering a thing, wringing the hair out of her face in front of us as if we were her audience and she’d known it long before I did. If I remember anything else, I’ll keep telling it.