He smiles at me and with his eyes lit up for I don't know what reason he gives me his seat on the bus. (Oh I must look d

He smiles at me and with his eyes lit up for I don't know what reason he gives me his seat on the bus. (Oh I must look deliciously good today.) -How many months old are you?- He asks me looking at my belly.- Six- I respond with a smile just as radiant as the one he offers me, then he congratulates me and gets off at the next station. (SHIT I have to lose weight, at the bank my belly helps me avoid waiting in line, but I can't be 6 months pregnant forever). And that moment has kept me thinking all day, I shouldn't think about it so much, not when Juan talks to me so smiling about his future plans. - … once the pool is built I could continue with a garden, you will ask me why the pool before the garden, I think I simply need a place to cool off all this heat, especially when you look at me like that beautiful hahaha…And we return again with the same thing, she has wanted to be with me since we met at school, I thought it was simply because she was the new girl in the last school year, but after we graduated and entered the same university (different careers of course) he keeps telling me things and acting like we are much more than friends. I have told you so many times, I can't fall in love anymore, at least not now. - …if you're listening to me? Well, I'll set up a business in the front of my house, I can use that shed next to the garden to... I marvel at the human being's ability to build a future, obviously I haven't lost it, maybe I just can't find the passion... mmm... passion, believe me I had it last night and it was a lot, just remembering it I start to feel my cheeks turn red. I entered my room exhausted (not physically, that would be good), mentally exhausted I slammed the door, I went into the bathroom I brushed my teeth and when I raised my face to the mirror a beautiful face looked back at me, smooth and white skin, full lips with a drop of blood in the center (I bite my lips when I'm nervous or stressed or happy, I just bite them all over) and with my finger I make that small drop cover the entire extension of my mouth, oh how sensual, fleshy lips of an intense pink, smiled at that erotic image and the mirror returned to me the most beautiful face that exists (mine) with a mischievous smile. I simply see my eyes, I have always wanted them to be completely green but they are brown with a hint of honey and some fine green lines, I have always believed that they have magic, depending on the light and the moment they expose more of one color or another, now that stunning woman in the mirror looks at me with honey eyes and an expression of lust, and here I go again... Trapped in this carnal intensity, trapped by desire, trapped, trapped... what an ugly word, I need to get out, get all this bad mood out of me body. I look for my cell phone in my pocket and I put the list that I have reserved for moments like this and I leave the bathroom wanting to dance, I turn and at the back of my room is the full-length mirror and I give a smile to my reflection, I approach the night man to look for a kangaroo, soon I will not have anywhere to keep my cell phone, I tie it tightly to my hips and I put the cell phone inside and I start to dance... - What are you thinking bunny? – says Juan with his soft voice and I simply blush, how could I tell him that my thoughts have strayed so far from their conversation? I smile and respond as always, “Nothing, keep calling me rabbit.” And he keeps telling me his future plans, maybe I should feel bad for not paying attention to him but every week there is a different plan, every week his life takes an unexpected turn, maybe I will pay more attention to his next plans. Now I dance, I dance to the rhythm of Arabic music (I learned a couple of moves from the internet) and I move my hips making a lying figure 8 (like I will soon be), the symbol of infinity, of course I can do this forever. Yes, it's true I'm not thin, in fact quite plump but I have curves darling, a waist smaller than my hips and when I dance believe me you could get lost, I do. I take the bottom part of my blouse and slowly raise it, I am aware of my fingers as they run over my skin, each touch sends a small amount of electricity to my brain, as I enjoy it. In a couple of movements the shirt is already off and I continue dancing, I turn and turn slowly admiring every piece of my body and I feel that something is missing, so I let my hair down, I have worn it rolled up all day so it falls in soft waves, caressing my shoulders and tickling my breasts, I ruffle it with my fingers and I see a beast in the mirror, I love it. Muse starts playing, and the singer's voice drives me crazy so it takes me much less time to take off my pants and throw my heels away... oops... I have to be quiet, I'm not alone at home. I stop the dance and look at myself seriously in the mirror, trying to be objective, I don't understand why everyone's concern is to make me lose weight, what I see is absolute beauty, a body shaped like an hourglass, I smile and tell myself that I can't be the judge of this, that tomorrow I start the diet (always tomorrow), I dance in my underwear for four songs until a romantic one that has slipped into the list plays, no sir, there is no time for romance, I change the song for a very fast one, which requires strong movements.. By this time I'm already sweating so I remove my panties in one movement and with a few more my bra and I'm naked, only the kangaroo interrupts the nudity, I return to the door, turn off the light and go straight to my bed. What I do next is mechanical, I'm so used to this now, I put the first pillow at the head of the bed and two others in the exact middle of the bed, right where my butt will go. I fold a towel and put it on the pillows (you never know how wet this can get and I'm going to need those pillows for later) I take out the cell phone and put it next to the pillow where my head goes, I throw the kangaroo to one side of the bed and sit on the two pillows and the towel, I slowly lower my torso until my head touches the other pillow, I lower the volume of the music a little, at this moment I need to be careful not to make very loud noises, noises... mmm... I search I quickly searched YouTube for “girl moaning” in English and found a 20-minute video with a black background and only audio, exactly what I need. While the girl with the sensual moans mmm... moans, I slide the sheet over my body and put my hands under it, that makes me feel like I'm doing it secretly and it turns me on much more than I was. I open my legs and raise my knees to my chest, I am becoming more and more flexible, I love the idea and as expected I start caressing my feet (at other times I don't let anyone touch them) ohh the caresses are so sweet, I enjoy every centimeter that my fingers travel. I slide a finger along the sole, applying pressure and running along the entire length of the foot (that prevents it from tickling) and I continue pampering them while I feel myself getting wet. I would like to go straight to the point that cries out for a caress but I don't, I learned that the longer I put it off, the more pleasure I will get. The caresses gradually move up my calves, tracing circles and flowers, the sensation makes me smile, I go up my thighs, first the outside, rubbing my buttocks a little, then slowly moving to the inside, what a sensitive area, I already want to end this delicious torture. I won't do it yet, I take my hands out of the sheet and bring them to my head, now I'm going to make the journey from top to bottom and when I pass the navel there I will give free rein to the desire, the passion that bubbles in my blood. I gently massage my scalp, I realize how this relaxes me immediately (I had not noticed how tense it was) I leave my hair and go to my mouth, without being able to avoid my basic instinct to try everything, I put a finger in and caress it with my tongue, with the wet finger I make the journey from my neck to my collarbone, the breeze that enters through the open window cools the imprint that my finger has left and produces a wonderful sensation, without being able to contain it a small childish giggle, the contrast of the tenderness of my laughter with the sensuality of the moans I hear makes some threads shoot from my deepest part that carry electricity all over my back and get lost in my neck, what a sweet torture, what a wonderful sensation. The urgency of reaching the point that screams to be touched leads me to run along my arms with some very quick caresses, but all that eagerness is forgotten when I reach my breasts, oh how had I forgotten them? I had to start with them, with open hands trying to enclose everything that fits in its path, I grab my breasts and squeeze them hard (I had enough of gentle caresses, I am not a small girl who is intimidated by force... by the way I am 19 years old) with this first contact my nipples wake up, becoming firm and getting hard, oh how I would like to have light to see them, they are just a tone darker than my skin, so light in comparison with others that I have seen, and so small when they are gathered that way, I love them. I can't continue with the detours and do the route that I always do, leaving the nipples for last, no sir, today I want things quickly. I go directly to them with my hands, now so expert, and I turn them between my fingers, alternating soft caresses with hard squeezes, stretching, sinking and stretching harder again to the limit between pleasure and pain. I could cum just by working my nipples, or so I think. (I have never had the willpower to stop there) my back is constantly arching and I am wetter than ever (I applaud myself for putting that towel on) I continue playing with my nipples while I twist my legs achieving a little of the much desired friction and I can't take it anymore I need to touch myself, it's been a long half hour since I got to my room and I can't take it anymore. I put my legs as far apart as possible, the pillows under my butt give me easy access, I spread my lips to show a beautiful smile (from my mouth of course) I warm my middle finger of my right hand a little in my mouth (I hate cold fingers) I have fun sucking it a little, it's even more exciting for me and I take it directly to my clitoris, Ohh!! God!! I didn't think I would be so sensitive, it usually takes me a little more time and friction but the simple touch has made my back arch and I almost let out a moan, I try to calm down a little, the girl in the video can do it, she can moan and very loudly, I enjoy that beautiful sound while I put my finger in again, this time using more pressure, mmm... it's delicious. I caress it from top to bottom, from bottom to top, savoring all the sensations it provokes in me, I get lost for a moment and when I return I notice that my mouth is open and with a not very intelligent expression (I always wonder why we make such idiotic faces during sex, I don't know how my ex-boyfriends haven't died of laughter) I laugh softly at the idea and with my left hand I continue to attend to my nipples (I haven't forgotten them as small) the movement of both hands does not It stops and I feel like I'm climbing and climbing and climbing, my whole body tenses up and when I feel like I'm going to arrive, I use all my will and stop. My body hates me at this moment but I calm it with some softer caresses, not so direct so as not to provoke the orgasm (once I was interrupted by the noise of the bats that live above my house just before reaching the big oh. And when I resumed the task the fact of stopping earlier made when the orgasm arrived it was twice as powerful and I use that technique since then, good when I remember it) when I feel that my heart is calmer and my breathing is regular again, I resume my work, my hand restless left hand up and my right hand restless down, I continue with that rhythm until an overwhelming need to have something inside me invades me (shit, I have to buy a damn vibrator, where would I hide it? Mmm..) and when I'm about to get there again I have to remove my finger from the clitoris and fill the void that I feel a little lower, I find my G-spot and caress it tenderly (I've been alone lately) then another finger joins the adventure inside me and after a few movements in and out my need to be full is now satiated. The interruption has calmed my body again but I feel a great tension in my clitoris, I feel like I want to explode, my head feels dull and the woman who moans does it so loud, exquisite and fast that it doesn't help much, I open my legs as much as I can, with my right I reach the head of my bed (damn! How did I get here? I had turned and turned without realizing it) I jam my foot there and with fury and eagerness I attack my clitoris, I give it no respite, I feel the tension in my body escalate and escalate, I feel the need to stop a little, the pleasure is confused with the pain (it is a very sensitive area to be so abrupt!) but I simply cannot stop and it comes, big, huge, long... My orgasm of the day. I bite my lower lip to not make any noise but the truth is I don't know if I managed it, I can't hear anything, see anything or feel anything beyond pleasure, I involuntarily stretch my legs leaving my hand that still moves mechanically trapped between my thighs and with the extreme closeness I feel how my entire inside contracts and relaxes, it seems as if it were throbbing under my hand, it has been so strong that I have soaked the towel but I don't have the strength to move, my extremities feel like jelly and I'm Trembling, I manage to turn around awkwardly, lowering my butt off the pillows and falling into a deep sleep. - Hey! Distracted, we arrive. - Ahh? - We arrived at the university, I knew you weren't paying attention to me, I don't love you anymore. - Don't say that, I love you so much - and with my most tender look painted on my face I ask him to forgive me, he laughs and we go down to the station towards my first class of the semester.