The house was quiet, too quiet, since Juan left last month. He’s off sailing for three months with the oil company, leaving Clara alone. Clara, 32, enjoyed the calm of her empty home, but the bed felt cold without him. She managed, though—some evenings, her hands worked their magic before sleep. Still, the tension lingered. Her colleague Sofia must have noticed. Sofia, warm and intuitive, invited Clara for a Saturday morning walk on the heath to “ease the stress.” She promised
a breathtaking sunrise, saying she’d been alone for three months once and knew how it felt. But Sofia lived an hour away, and the sun rises early—around six. “Come Friday night,” Sofia said. “Sleep over, and we’ll head out early.”
Clara drove her Seat into Sofia’s modern neighborhood, parking outside her small, affordable 1960s flat. “No elevator,” Clara sighed, climbing to the third floor. At apartment 27, marked “S. Franco,” she rang the bell, and a playful chime echoed. Sofia opened the door with a slow, warm “¡Hola!” Candles flickered in the dim hall, casting a cozy glow. Sofia, barefoot in a soft tracksuit, welcomed Clara inside.
“Leave your bag in the guest room,” Sofia said, guiding her to a space lit by more candles and tealights. Deep red decor and Indian patterns filled the room, with glowing incense sticks scenting the air. Soft, new-age music played in the background. “Wow, Sofia, your place is so relaxing!” Clara said, her hand brushing the velvety shawl draped over the couch. Sofia smiled, offering a steaming mug of tea. “Even the tea is warm and red, like everything here,” Clara teased, sipping. The heat of the tea, spiked with a hint of cognac, warmed her from the inside. “Mmm, feeling warm yet, Clara?” Sofia asked, noticing her flushed cheeks. “You’re already glowing.”
After a quick shower, Clara slipped into a matching tracksuit Sofia lent her. “She must’ve bought two!” Clara thought, padding barefoot into the living room. A fake fireplace crackled, its orange-red glow adding to the ambiance. Sofia sat on a sheepskin rug but moved to a chair, inviting Clara to sit in front of her. “Let me massage your shoulders,” Sofia said, rubbing oil into her hands.
Clara melted under the sensory overload—soft light, soothing music, fragrant incense, and now Sofia’s gentle hands kneading her neck. The cognac made her tingle. “Relax, breathe out,” Sofia whispered, her breath warm against Clara’s ear. Clara sighed, leaning back, her tracksuit slipping off her shoulders for better access. “Feel good?” Sofia asked. “Mmm, yes,” Clara murmured, eyes closed. “How’s it been without Juan?” Sofia probed. Normally, Clara would dodge such questions, but the warmth and touch loosened her tongue. “I miss him every night,” she admitted. “Even after… you know, I miss him more.”
Sofia smirked, thinking, She’s opening up so easily. “Did I say too much?” Clara asked, but Sofia shook her head. “Just girl talk. What do you mean, ‘after’?” Sofia’s lips brushed Clara’s ear with a teasing kiss, followed by a playful lick. “Tell me, beautiful Clara, what do you do alone?” A shiver ran through Clara as Sofia’s hand grazed her chest, light but deliberate. Clara’s mind screamed to stop, but her body craved more. She leaned back, unable to resist Sofia’s soft touches and whispers. “I… touch myself,” Clara confessed, breathless. “Where?” Sofia asked, her hands still massaging. Clara’s hand moved to her stomach, rubbing slowly. Sofia guided it lower, under the waistband. “Like this, right?”
Clara nodded, whispering, “You know how it is, don’t you? You just want me to show you.” Sofia stayed silent, massaging as Clara’s hand moved faster. “Are you showing me now?” Sofia teased, licking Clara’s ear again. Clara’s hips lifted, her breathing heavy. “Yes, I’m showing you,” she gasped. Sofia slid behind her, wrapping her arms around Clara, hands cupping her breasts. “You’re fingering yourself, naughty girl,” Sofia whispered, kissing her deeply. Clara stopped thinking, lost in the kiss and her own rhythm, Sofia’s hands teasing her nipples just enough to sting with pleasure.
As Clara neared her peak, Sofia pulled back, breaking the kiss and stopping Clara’s hand. “Not yet,” she said, grabbing a tray with two glasses of red wine and two toys. Clara, flushed and frustrated, groaned, “Sofia, I was so close!” Sofia laughed, handing her a glass. “Take off your pants, hot Clara.” Clara obeyed, stripping down and sipping the wine. Sofia handed her a toy. “You know this, don’t you?” Clara nodded. “Bought it when Juan left. Used it every day.” Sofia’s hands roamed Clara’s body as she asked, “When did you first use it?”
Clara, lost in sensation, rambled, “I got it at a shop near the port after seeing Juan off. Bought batteries next door, put them in on the parking lot. Got stuck in traffic and… used it. Didn’t realize people could see.” Sofia helped her along, kissing her nipples as Clara worked the toy, her moans filling the room. When the wave hit, Clara shook, collapsing as Sofia watched, sipping wine.
After, Sofia dribbled wine into Clara’s mouth during a kiss, making her shudder again. “God, Sofia, you’ve ruined me,” Clara laughed, pulling her close. “Where’d that toy come from? I need it again.” Sofia grinned, stripping off her own tracksuit and lying beside Clara. “You didn’t know people saw you in the car?” she teased, their bodies brushing. Clara shared more, admitting how wild she’d felt, how she might’ve given in to anyone that day. Sofia’s eyes gleamed. “You’re such a naughty girl, Clara.”
They moved to Sofia’s bedroom, where a painting of a heath at sunrise hung on the wall. “Is that the sunrise you promised?” Clara asked. Sofia nodded, pulling her onto the bed. They tangled together, kissing and touching until the church clock struck three. “So, this is your sunrise?” Clara giggled. “If I get tense again, can I come back?” Sofia grinned. “I’ll keep an eye on you, naughty Clara.”
Clara drifted to sleep, dreaming of Sofia’s touch and the five other colleagues Sofia hinted she’d charmed the same way.
