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 well today).-How many months do you have?- He asks me looking at my belly.- six- I respond with a smile just as radiant as the one he offers me, then congratulate me and get off at the next station. (MIERDA I have to lose weight, in the bank the belly serves me not to queue, but I can not be 6 months pregnant forever). And that moment has kept me thinking throughout the day, I shouldn't turn it around, not when John talks so smiling at me about his plans for the future. - ... Once the pool is built I could continue with an orchard, you will ask me why the pool before the orchard, I think I just need a place where to cool all this heat, especially when you look at me so beautiful hahaha... And we come back again with the same thing, she wanted to be with me since we met at school, I thought it was just because we were the new girl in the last school year, but after graduating and entering the same university (different careers of course) she keeps telling me things and acting like we were much more than friends. I've told you so many times, I can't fall in love anymore, at least not now. - ... if you are listening to me?, well I will set up a business in the front of my house, I can use that shed next to the orchard to... I marvel at the ability to build a future that human beings have, 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 like my cheeks blush. I walked into my exhausted room (not physically, that would be good) mentally exhausted I slamped the door, entered the bathroom brushed my teeth and when I lifted my face towards the mirror a beautiful face gave me back my gaze, smooth white skin, fleshy 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 little drop cover the whole extent of my mouth, oh how sensual, fleshy lips of an intense rose, smiled at that erotic image and the mirror returns the most beautiful face that exists (the mio) with a itchy smile. I just see my eyes, I've always wanted them to be completely green but they're chestnut with a pinch of honey and fine green lines, I've always believed they have magic, depending on the light and the moment they expose more 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... that ugly word, I need to get out, get all this bad mood out of my 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, turn and at the bottom of my room is the full-length mirror and I give a smile to my reflection, I approach the nightgown to look for a kangaroo, soon I will have nowhere to save my cell phone , I tie it well to my hips and put the cell phone inside and start dancing... - What are you thinking, bunny? "John says in his soft voice and I just blush, how could I tell him that my thoughts have strayed so far from his conversation? I smile and reply as usual "in nothing, keep telling me rabbit." And he keeps telling me his plans going forward, maybe I should feel bad about not paying attention to him, but every week there's a different plan, every week his life takes an unexpected turn, maybe I'll pay more attention to his next plans. Now I dance, dance to the rhythm of Arabic music (I learned a couple of movements from the internet) and move my hips doing an 8 lying down (as soon as I will be), the symbol of infinity, of course I can do this forever. yes, it's true I'm not thin, in fact quite full but I have curved affection, a waist smaller than my hips and when I dance believe me you could get lost, I do. I take the bottom of my blouse and slowly I raise it, I consent to my fingers as I walk through my skin, every touch sends a small amount of electricity to my brain, as I enjoy it. In a couple of moves the shirt is already outside and I keep dancing, twisting and turning slowly admiring every piece of my body and I feel something missing, so I let go of my hair, I have worn it rolled all day so it falls into soft waves, caressing my shoulders and tickling my breasts, I mess it up with my fingers and I see a beast in the mirror I love it. Muse starts playing, and the singer's voice freaks me out so it takes me a lot less time to take off my pants and throw away my heels... Ups... I have to be quiet, I'm not home alone. I stop the dance and look seriously in the mirror, trying to be objective, I don't understand why everyone's concern for making me lose weight, what I see is absolute beauty, a body shaped like an hourglass, I smile and I tell myself that I can't be a judge on this, that tomorrow I start the diet (always tomorrow), I dance in my underwear what last four songs until a romantic that has sneaked into the ready, no sir, no time for romance, I exchange the song for a very fast one, which requires strong movements.. By this moment I am already sweating so I remove my pans in one move and with a few more my brassiere and I am naked, only the kangaroo interrupts nudity, I return to the door I turn off the light and go straight to my bed. What I do next is mechanical, I'm so used to this, I put the first pillow on the head of the bed and another two in the exact middle of the bed, right where my ass will go. I fold a towel and put it on the pillows (you never know how wet I can put this on 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 to the side of the bed the kangaroo and I sit on the two pillows and the towel, slowly under my torso until my head touches the other pillow , under a little music volume, right now I need to be aware of not making very loud noises, noises... Mmm... I search quickly on youtube "girl moaning", "women's moans" in English and find a video with black background and only 20-minute audio, exactly what I need. While the girl of the sensual moans mmm... moan, I slide the savannah over my body and put my hands under it, that makes me feel like I'm sneaking around and idding me a lot more than I was. I open my legs and raise my knees to my chest, I am becoming more and more flexible, the idea I love and as you would expect in my start caressing my feet (at other times I do not let anyone touch them) ohh the caresses are so sweet, I enjoy every inch that my fingers travel. I slide a toe around the plant pressing and running all the length of my foot (that makes me not tickle) and I keep licking them while I feel like I'm wet. I would like to go straight to the point that a caress is screaming at me but I do not, I learned that the longer I postpone it the more pleasure I will get. The caresses gradually go up my calves drawing circles and flowers, the feeling makes me smile, I go up the thighs, first the outside, rubbing my buttocks a little then slowly passing to the inner face, which more sensitive area, I already want to end this delicious torture. I won't do it yet, I take my hands off the savannah and take them to my head, now I'm going to make the journey from top to bottom and when I pass the belly button there if I give free rein to desire, the passion that bubbles in my blood. I gently massage my scalp, I realize how this relaxes me immediately (I hadn't noticed how tense I was) I leave my hair and I go to my mouth, without being able to avoid my basic instinct to try it all, I stick a finger and caress it with my tongue, with my wet finger I make the path from my neck to my collarbone , the breeze that enters through the open window cools the footprint that has left my finger and produces a wonderful feeling, without being able to contain it comes out of my throat a small children's giggle, the contrast of the tenderness of my laughter with the sensuality of the groans that I hear causes some hilitos that carry electricity all over my neck and are lost in my neck , what sweet torture, what a wonderful feeling. The urgency of getting to the point where he screams for being touched leads me to go through my arms with very quick caresses, but all that eagerness is forgotten when I get to my breasts, oh, how had I forgotten them? I should have started with them, with my hands open trying to lock up everything that fit in their path I grab my breasts and squeeze them hard (I already had enough soft caresses, I am not a little girl who is intimidated with force... by the way I'm 19 years old) with this first contact my nipples wake up, standing firm and getting hard, oh as I'd like to have light to see them, they're just a darker shade than my skin, so light compared to others I've seen, and so small when they get frustrated that way, I love them. I can't go on with the rodeos and do the tour I'm always leaving the nipples for the end, no sir today I want things fast. I go straight to them with my hands, now so expert, and I turn them between my fingers, interspersing gentle caresses with hard grips, stretching, sinking and stretching harder again to the limit between pleasure and pain. I could run around just working my nipples, or so I think. (I've never had the willpower to stop there) my back is constantly arching and I'm getting wetr than ever (I applaud myself for putting that towel on) I keep playing with my nipples while I twist my legs getting a little bit of the much-desired friction and I can't touch myself anymore, 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 ass give me easy access, I separate my lips to show a beautiful smile (from my mouth clear is) warm a little my middle finger of the right hand in my mouth (I hate cold fingers) I entertain myself a little sucking it, it is even more exciting and I take it straight to my clitoris Oh!! God!! I didn't think I'd be so sensitive, it usually takes me a little more time and friction but the simple touch has made my back arch and almost let go of a groan, I try to calm down a little, the girl in the video if she can do it, if she can moan and very loud, I enjoy that beautiful sound while I put my finger back , this time doing more pressure, mmm... it's delicious. I caress it from top to bottom, from bottom to top, savoring all the sensations it provokes me, I get lost for a moment and when I come back I notice that my mouth is open and with a not very intelligent expression (I always wonder why we put those idiotic faces in sex, I don't know how my exes haven't died of laughter) I laugh short at the idea and with my left hand I keep tending to my nipples (I haven't forgotten them little ones) the movement of both hands does not stop and I feel that I go down and escalo and escalo, my whole body strains and when I feel that I am going to arrive, I do my will and stop. My body hates me right now but I calm it down with gentler caresses, not so direct not to provoke orgasm (I was once interrupted by the noise of the bats that live above my house just before I reached the great oh. And when I resumed my homework, stopping before made when the orgasm came to be twice as powerful and I use that technique ever since, well when I remember it) when I feel my heart calmer and my breathing is back to regular, I resume my work, my left hand restless 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 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 emption 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 moves of getting in and takes out my need to be full this now satisfied. The interruption has calmed my body again but I feel a great tension in my clitoris, I feel like I want to explode, I feel my head dull and the woman who moans makes it so strong, exquisite and fast that it doesn't help too much, I open my legs as much as I can, with the right I get to the head of my bed (devils! I had turned and flipped without realizing it) I ting my foot there and with fury and eagerness I attack my clitoris, I do not give it truce, I feel climbing and climbing the tension in my body, I feel the need to stop a little, the pleasure is confused with pain (it is a very sensitive area to be so abrupt!) but I just can't stop and it arrives and arrives , big, huge, long.. My orgasm of the day. I bite my lower lip so as not to make any noise but the truth I do not know if I achieved it, I can not hear anything, see nothing or feel anything beyond pleasure, I involuntarily stretch my legs leaving my hand that still moves mechanically trapped between my thighs and with extreme closeness I feel how my whole interior contracts and relaxes , it seems to be throbbing under my hand, it has been so strong that I have soaked the towel but I do not have the strength to move, my limbs feel like gelatin and I am shaking, I love to turn around awkwardly, lowering my ass from the pillows and falling into a deep sleep. - Hey! Distracted, we're here. 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 tenderest look on my face I ask you to forgive me, laugh and we go down to the station on my way to my first semester class.