Chloë Moretz Morocha. Universitaria Angelical. (+18)

I apologize for the delay in my response. Here is the translation of the given text from Spanish to English:

I'm asking for apologies in advance, I'm writing this story in secret from my bosses. It's not my style, but the anxiety to publish it is great.

This happened yesterday. As soon as I arrived at the bus terminal, I saw her. Resplendent among the crowd. She was alone, just like me. What a beautiful girl. She got on the bus and asked for a discounted university ticket, at that moment my... disappeared.

Well - I thought- see where she sits and I'll sit near her. She does it, I do it.

Now I can see all the splendor of her body.

1.60 meters tall. Lacio brunette hair. Honey-colored eyes, giant/intimidating. Fleshy lips (as if they weren't hers) painted red. Porcelain white skin. Her face was angelic, marked cheekbones and rosy cheeks. The rest of her body was slender, but at the same time, it left me to notice her desirable figure thanks to her clothing. She wore a white and flowered dress (cut out), which reached her knees. This dress barely fit her loose.

We sat at the back of the bus, one on each side of the window. She noticed my presence with a sidelong glance.

I couldn't hide much, I was starting to burn inside.

Looking around (and at her). I notice she leans in search of something inside her purse. She puts the purse on the seat next to her (the one on my side) and leans in again. God!!! If you exist, throw me a center that gets me out of this. Now yes, I saw her perfect breasts. They seemed turgid, hard, exercised. At that moment, oh man!

She lifts her gaze and...

What the hell!- I thought-

I look away.

I look back and...

She's still looking at me, smiling.

Ugh.

She turns around. So do I.

A few minutes passed and I looked again. My heart was beating more strongly each time, already hurting with each one.

She puts her left knee against the seat in front of her. With this leg lifted, I can notice even more that her skin is... It's smooth, like silk. Then, with her right hand, she caresses her left leg. Pum! my heart. The right strap of her dress falls off, leaving it hanging. Pum! my heart. She wasn't wearing a bra.

With her left hand, she leans over to her right-hand bag and takes out a bottle of mineral water. This causes her breasts to come together, adjust, and lift up. Pum! my heart. As she drinks the water, some drops fall onto her cleavage. She dries them off and lowers her dress (mid-boob).

I'm trembling with excitement at seeing that. I desire, I desire.

She ties her hair back, leaving some loose strands resting on her shoulders.

At this point, I no longer hide it; my bulge is noticeable. She notices it with a sly glance (apparently). She knows what she's doing. She likes being watched. I don't move; I like watching too.

The heat is oppressive; we both sigh.

She takes another sip of water. She moistens her hands with the water and passes them over her neck. She puts away the bottle. She pulls out a cream from her bag, places it in her hands, and begins to apply it slowly to her chest, down to her legs. She lets me see a bit more of her lower extremities. What beautiful legs. I still smell the aroma of the cream.

I no longer know where I am... doesn't matter.

She puts away the cream, pulls out a lip gloss, and applies it to those plump lips that now seem larger. She plays with her mouth, with me.

She stretches, like waking up. Her breasts are more noticeable, and her nipples are excited.

I don't stop looking.

I can't take it anymore.

I start to adjust my cock above my pants. This is about to explode.

She notices. Pum! my heart.

She looks sideways at me. We only exchange glances once.

I resist no longer.

I unbutton my fly. She sees, doesn't do anything. She knows what she's doing. I know what she's doing. We all know

I see her. She leans a bit more towards the bottom, now placing both knees against the front seats. Her legs are open. She's caressing her thighs. Lick Her hand is wet with saliva as she moistens her fingers. She opens her legs wider and directs her hand to her lower area. She touches herself, caressing it. She re-moistens her fingers (enjoying) to feel her juices.

I take out my cock from the boxer's interior, which is about to explode. It's burning, needing release.

This one bends towards me. I feel like she's begging me... please...

I look at her and... she signals with her hand (come here).

I quickly move in and sit beside her. I want to touch her and... with my head, she says NO. She grabs my hand and puts it back on my member.

I understand.

My breathing is agitated, interrupted... drooling. I feel something like paste in my mouth, saliva drying out.

I start masturbating. She doesn't even make any part of our bodies touch.

Is this her fantasy?

We touch each other, each one to ourselves.

Now we don't stop looking at each other. We see the other enjoying themselves. We know we're exciting the other.

I want to jump on top of hers. I don't do it.

I keep going. We keep going...

Neither of us can hold back.

She covers my mouth with her free hand. I do the same.

Silence. We orgasm inside while people walk by in crowded streets. We're not faking it. It shows.

She bites my hand, as if she wanted to scream from pleasure but couldn't. I release everything...

Silence. We orgasm.