Sin que nadie lo sepa
Nos conocimos durante la fiesta de Navidad. Él se había incorporado a la empresa para trabajar en una nueva campaña, y yo formaba parte del equipo de publicidad y marketing. Causó una gran impresión de inmediato, no solo por su profesionalidad y humildad, sino también por su atractivo físico, marcado y masculino. Cuando el presidente lo presentó en la fiesta, vi cómo Consuelo y Marina, de Recursos Humanos, se abalanzaron sobre él como moscas a la miel. Lola, Mary e incluso Fabiola —que siempre había sido muy reservada— hicieron lo mismo; lo vi con mis propios ojos —nadie tuvo que contármelo—: ellas se acercaron a él como perritas hambrientas.
Me lo crucé cerca de la zona de bebidas y le di la mano. Su agarre era suave pero firme y, aunque el saludo fue breve, sentí que su dedo índice recorría toda mi mano al soltarla. Su expresión era indescifrable, así que no le di mayor importancia a aquel contacto; bien podría haber sido algo accidental y totalmente inocente.
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A altas horas de la noche, mientras fumaba un cigarrillo en el jardín, él se acercó y me pidió uno. Me contó que su esposa no le permitía fumar en casa; de hecho, había muchas cosas que tenía prohibido hacer. Nos reímos de la "dictadura" de su esposa, como si fuéramos amigos, y me fijé en su dentadura perfecta y en sus labios carnosos.
Como era de esperar, hablamos de la campaña publicitaria mientras terminábamos nuestra quinta copa de vino; ese mismo tema nos llevó a buscar un lugar más apartado, lejos de la multitud ruidosa. Mientras nos dirigíamos hacia el garaje —repleto de innumerables coches—, él me empujó de repente hacia un rincón oscuro, inmovilizándome contra la pared. Su boca buscó la mía, y sentí cómo su larga lengua se adentraba profundamente en mi garganta. Mi mano —suave, pero experta— bajó hasta sus pantalones y se aferró a su impresionante dureza. Con urgencia, bajé el cierre del pantalón y tomé su carne cálida en mi boca; en menos de un minuto, ya había extraído el dulce jugo de su fruto. Después, no hizo falta decir nada; simplemente intentamos recuperar el aliento, que aún teníamos agitado.
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Sin que nadie notara nuestra ausencia, regresamos a la fiesta y nos mezclamos con los demás como si nada hubiera ocurrido. A partir de aquel día, ambos comenzamos a trabajar en la campaña y —sin que nadie lo supiera: ni su esposa, ni la mía, ni siquiera nadie en la oficina—, de vez en cuando nos dejábamos arrastrar por la marea de nuestros cuerpos, y él y yo estallábamos como fuegos artificiales.
Versión en inglés
Without anyone knowing
We first met at the Christmas party. He had joined the company to work on a new campaign, and I was part of the advertising and marketing team. He made a great impression right away—not just because of his professionalism and humility, but also because of his striking, masculine good looks. When the president introduced him at the party, I watched as Consuelo and Marina, from Human Resources, swarmed him like flies to honey. Lola, Mary, and even Fabiola—who had always been very reserved—did the same; I saw it with my own eyes—no one had to tell me—how she approached him like a famished little dog.
I ran into him near the drinks area and shook his hand. His grip was soft yet firm, and although the greeting was brief, I felt his index finger brush across my entire hand as he pulled away. His expression was unreadable, so I didn’t think much of the touch—it could easily have been accidental and entirely innocent.
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Late in the night, while I was smoking a cigarette in the garden, he approached and asked me for one. He told me that his wife wouldn’t let him smoke at home—that there were many things he was forbidden from doing. We laughed about his wife’s "dictatorship," as if we were friends, and I took note of his perfect teeth and full, fleshy lips.
Naturally, we talked about the advertising campaign as we finished our fifth glass of wine; that very topic led us to move to a more secluded spot, away from the noisy crowd. As we headed toward the garage—filled with countless cars—he suddenly pushed me into a corner, pinning me firmly against the wall. His mouth sought mine, and I could feel his long tongue reaching deep into my throat. My hand—soft yet practiced—moved down to his trousers, gripping his impressive hardness. Urgently, I unzipped his pants and took his warm flesh into my mouth; within a minute, I had drawn out the sweet nectar of his fruit. Afterward, no words were spoken—we simply tried to steady our frantic breathing.
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Without anyone noticing our absence, we returned to the party and mingled with the others as if nothing had happened. After that day, we both began working on the campaign, and—without anyone knowing, not his wife, not mine, and not even anyone at the office—every now and then we let ourselves be swept away by the tide of our bodies, and he and I would erupt like fireworks.