They Watched Us at the Beach and We Both Liked It

I let a couple of days go by after the idea of sharing my flat with Lucía came up. It wasn’t distrust, just caution: I wanted to think it through, to look for some drawback that, in the end, I never found. I called her the next morning to tell her she could move in whenever she wanted and, while I was at it, I offered to help her with the move.

On the agreed day I went to the address she’d given me. It was a huge house near the center, with a garage big enough for ten cars and three high-end ones parked in it without any fuss. From the entrance you could see the diving board of a pool surrounded by lawn. Her parents greeted me with a slightly strained politeness, repeating how pleased they were that I’d come to meet them in person. Lucía later confessed that they’d liked me, that they thought this new stage would do her a world of good.

While a worker was loading the boxes into a small van, I saw a woman approaching who, from a mile away, was clearly not staff. She was too put-together, too well dressed for a moving afternoon. From a distance she spoke to Lucía in a dismissive tone, saying goodbye to her with a fake kindliness I had no trouble reading: So in the end you got your way, do whatever the hell you want, it’s your problem.

—And, well, at least introduce me to your flatmate —she said, already walking toward me.

I’m used to dealing with weird situations; otherwise I don’t know how I would have reacted. Never, ever would I have imagined that “Aunt Nuria,” the one Lucía had told me so much about, was exactly her.

—Look, babe, this is Marina —said Lucía—. And this is my aunt Nuria, the one I told you about.

—I hope you said nice things about me, right? —Nuria let out, with a smile that faltered the moment she recognized me.

—But Nuria! —I exclaimed, pretending to be hugely surprised—. I would never have imagined you were Lucía’s aunt! So good to see you!

I went straight over to her and gave her two kisses. She didn’t flinch either; she returned the enthusiasm with the same calculated coolness. We commented on what a small world it was, on how astonishing coincidence could be, while I thought, of course I knew her. I knew her far too well. Besides everything Lucía had told me about how impertinent and cruel she was to her, I knew her face, her body, and plenty of other things. I had seen her in my own living room, on her knees on the sofa, with her tits hanging down and her ass held high, while my ex was fucking her from behind, grabbing her by the hair and making her moan like a bitch in heat. I had seen her come twice with his cock buried all the way in her cunt, and a third time when he finished filling her up with his cum and she ran two fingers through her semen-dripping lips and sucked them in front of me without realizing I was watching. But I kept that to myself.

***

We left in my car, ahead of the van. I could see Lucía happy, light, as if she’d shed a weight she’d been carrying for years. We talked logistics, schedules, how we’d organize ourselves. And, on a more personal note, she told me she planned to change her life in a lot of ways.

—Hey, are you going to the beach tomorrow? —she asked—. Would you mind if we went together? No pressure, okay?

—Of course I don’t mind.

—It’s just… I don’t think you’ll mind me saying this, but the other day, in the gym shower, I noticed you’re brown all over. You don’t have a single white patch. I’m so jealous! —she laughed—. I want to get that tanned too. Can you believe I haven’t been to the beach since I got back from Toronto?

She linked that to her aunt. When she came back from abroad, she said, she went topless by the family pool and Nuria blew up: “There you are, naked as the day you were born, you slut! If you want to swim, put on a decent swimsuit.” Her mother heard the yelling and looked the other way. Her father would have done the same.

—That’s why, and for a thousand other things, I couldn’t stand being there anymore —she finished—. Sorry for boring you with my stories.

She wasn’t boring me at all. I told her of course we’d go together, and we did many times after that first one. We got home, I gave her her set of keys and the garage remote, and I helped her put her things away. She hadn’t brought much. Everything fit quickly, and she told me she loved her room, that she felt comfortable for the first time in a long time.

Later we went out for a walk around the neighborhood. She liked the area, and even more the fact that she could walk to work in less than fifteen minutes. We sat on a bar terrace to have a drink, and then she came back to the coincidence again.

—Honestly, the world really is tiny. How do you know my aunt? Your worlds have nothing to do with each other…

I took a deep breath and told her the truth, no embellishments: that I’d met her in my own home. That the idiot I was dating at the time had made a copy of my keys without telling me, and that one afternoon I got home early from work and, when I walked into the living room, there was her beloved Aunt Nuria propped on the arm of the sofa, naked, with her legs wide open and her cunt raw red from friction, while he was pounding into her like an animal, gripping her tits from behind and driving himself into her all the way to the balls with every thrust. I told her Nuria was begging him for more, harder, to shove it all the way in, to split her open; and that when they finally saw me, she didn’t jump up: she stayed there, with his cock still inside her, looking me in the eye with a half-smile before sliding off slowly and wiping the strand of saliva hanging from her mouth.

—Seriously? My aunt? —Lucía covered her mouth—. The hypocrite! I always knew she was living a double life. And she dares call me a slut for tanning topless in my own house!

We ordered another round. It took her a while to calm down, but when she did there was a mixture of anger and relief on her face, like someone finally realizing the person who judged her had no authority to do so.

***

The next day we went to the beach on the city bus. Since Lucía hadn’t been in a while, I kept insisting she should feel comfortable above all else: that she should put clothes on and take them off whenever and however she felt like, without thinking about anyone else. We rented a parasol and two loungers. Next to us settled a couple in their forties, foreigners, speaking German to each other.

I did what I always do. Spread out my towel, took off my dress, and went into the water to swim a bit in my bikini. Lucía went in shortly after, a little more shyly, and we came back out together. The sun was beating down and the sea was calm, one of those days when everyone minds their own business and nobody looks at anybody else. Or so I thought.

I took off my bikini and hung it to dry from the parasol pole. I lay down completely naked in the sun, legs slightly apart and tits pointed at the sky, just like that, as I usually do. Lucía asked me in a low voice whether I’d mind if she kept her dry bikini on.

—You just have to be comfortable, that’s all —I repeated.

We lay on our backs and each applied our sunscreen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her unfasten her top and tug her bottoms down a little, until she was topless. She had young, round tits, with pink nipples that hardened all at once at the touch of the air. She was applying the cream slowly, and it didn’t seem accidental, savoring it, sliding her hands over her neck and breasts, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger as if nothing, with deliberate laziness. The German man in the neighboring lounger didn’t miss a single movement. Neither did I. My cunt was getting wet just from watching her.

When we’d been there a good while, we went back into the water to cool off. On the way back I told her I was going to lie on my stomach, that little ass of hers needed to stay tanned.

—Will you put cream on my back, where I can’t reach? —she asked.

I did it slowly, smoothing it gently over her whole back. And then she was the one to make the next move.

—And now, do you mind putting the protection on the back for me? Really well, so there isn’t a single millimeter left uncovered. I don’t want even the slightest burn.

Of course I didn’t mind. I started at her neck and worked down her back until I could feel the cream she’d put on herself. I kept going down her legs, from the soles of her feet upward, paying special attention to the inner thighs, moving higher and higher, feeling how the heat of her skin changed as I got closer to her groin. When I reached the edge of her thong, I pulled it down halfway and spread her buttocks a little so nothing would get burned. Her ass crack opened in front of me and I saw her pink, tight little hole, and below it the lips of her cunt already shining with moisture. With the cream’s own softness, almost without thinking, I brushed the center with two fingers, sliding them through the whole seam of her cunt from clit to anus. I felt the tiniest movement of her hips and a shiver run through her entire body.

—Sorry, did I hurt you? —I whispered.

—No, not at all —she answered, her voice husky—. I just want there to be nothing left unprotected. And these panties are in the way anyway. Do you mind taking them off for me?

That was when I heard the woman from the couple next to us say to her husband, low but not that low:

—Stop staring already. Leave them alone.

He was lying face down and couldn’t get comfortable. It was obvious, even to me, the tremendous erection he was trying to hide against the lounger, his cock outlined against his wet trunks. He’d seen us from every possible angle, and knowing he was watching, that he couldn’t stop watching, that we were making his balls swell with desire, lit me up in a way I hadn’t expected. Far from making me uncomfortable, I liked it. I liked it a lot. I felt my own cunt clench against the towel, dripping.

***

Without the garment, spreading the cream was much easier. I parted her legs a little and kept going, making sure not a centimeter of skin was left uncovered. When I got to the most intimate part, neither of us did anything to hold back. I slid my whole palm over her buttocks, kneading them, spreading them apart with both hands until her cunt was wide open in front of my face. She was soaked. Her inner lips stuck out, swollen, glossy with slick, and her clit was already standing out like a little hard button demanding attention at the top of its lungs.

I dragged my middle finger through the whole slit, top to bottom, very slowly, coating it in her wetness. I pushed it into her all at once, up to the knuckles, and she let out a muffled moan against her arm. I started fucking her with my finger, in and out, searching for that rough spot inside, while my thumb brushed her tight little hole. I added a second finger. A third. She was so wet I could slip in with no effort, splashing in her own cunt, a wet, obscene sound that carried over the waves.

—Don’t stop, please, don’t stop —she gasped, face buried in the towel.

I switched hands and with the free one I found her clit underneath, pinching it between two fingers, rubbing it in circles while I kept pushing the other three all the way in. She moved her hips against my hand, thrusting, fucking herself on my fingers, and I could feel her cunt tightening around them at times, swallowing everything I gave her. I dug my nails softly into one butt cheek with the other hand, opened her ass wider, and brushed the wet anus, slick with her own juices, with the pad of my thumb. When I pressed there a little, she jerked and her whole body shuddered from head to toe. She had a long, silent orgasm, thank God, biting her forearm so she wouldn’t make a sound, while her cunt throbbed around my fingers and a gush of hot fluid streamed down my wrist to my elbow.

I pulled my fingers out slowly, soaked, bright threads hanging down to the towel. I took them to my mouth without thinking and licked them one by one, tasting her. She was sweet and salty, like cunt and sea. Lucía turned her face just a little and looked at me sidelong, eyes half-closed, and that look told me the next time would be at home, without sun and without an audience, with all the calm in the world and all the time ahead of us.

On a beach like that everyone minds their own business, and nobody around us noticed a thing. Nobody except the German couple, who by then weren’t even pretending to read or watch the sea; they were both spellbound, staring at us without blinking. He had his hand inside his trunks and was touching himself discreetly against the lounger, and she, the woman who had scolded him before, had one hand lost between her own thighs beneath her sarong. Lucía and I knew it, and that made everything more intense.

After that we kept sunbathing, calm, as if nothing had happened and at the same time everything had changed. When we were packing up, Lucía told me it was a wonderful beach, that nobody there stuck their nose into anybody else’s life and that she’d suddenly lost her embarrassment about being naked among strangers.

—And a few other things we both know about! —I answered, laughing.

She laughed too, with that new laugh of someone who has just discovered that being watched, in the right place and at the right moment, can be the beginning of something. On the bus back, her hand found mine over the seat and didn’t let go for the whole ride. Neither of us said anything. No need.