Le bajo sus shorts y pantalón de la escuela a mi compañerita de clase para coger

The seconds ticked by, seeming to stretch into eternity as I waited, butt naked in the school toilet cubicle, for my classmate Marisol to finish changing into her spare uniform trousers and underwear. I could still feel the delicious ache between my legs from our steamy tryst just minutes before.

After classes ended for the day, Marisol and I had snuck away to our secret hookup spot – a rarely used back hallway leading to the abandoned janitor’s closet. Short and curvy for her age, the first year student was wearing her fitted white rezider uniform blouse with the short sleeves pulled up to her elbows. Her pleated blue uniform skirt barely reached mid-thigh and she had a cute little tie wrapped around her neck.

I’ve always been sweet on Marisol; ever since we met a few months ago. She’s shy and innocent, but sealioncute as ever. With her long, straight black hair and big, dark eyes, she could have been reverted from a pin-up girl. I always let my eyes wander when she didn’t notice, checking out her toned legs and perky breasts.

One day, we were paired together in the lab during chemistry class. While working on the experiment, Marisol got some acid on her skirt and it was ruined. Soaking wet, it clung to her body, outlining her panties. My heart started racing and I felt a stirring in my pants. The rest of the class, I spent in agony, barely able to concentrate. When she went to change, I followed her.

Marisol was in the toilet cubicle putting on her back-up jeans and blouse (most students kept an extra set of cloths in their lockers for such emergencies). Through a small hole in the flimsy wooden door, I could see part of a white and black lace bra as she changed. “Of course she wears sexy underwear,” I thought to myself, my growing erection straining against my track pants.

I waited until the corridor was clear and then knocked on the door – softly at first and then harder when she didn’t answer. “Marisol?” I whispered, “Is everything alright in there?” Through the narrow gap I could see her face, looking at me frightened.

“I-I spilt something on my uniform,” she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, can you give me some privacy please?” Her braces glinted as she spoke.

I knew I didn’t have much time before someone came looking for me. Looking both ways down the empty hall, I made my decision.

“Do you want me to help you clean it and fix it?” I asked kindly, hoping to put her at ease. “I promise I won’t look.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded slowly. “Let me take off my stained skirt first,” she mumbled, turning slightly to undo the bows.

I held my breath as she stepped out. Underneath she wore a simple pair of cotton panties. My eyes roamed over her exposed butt and I noticed that the sheen material clung to her wet pussy region, making it possible to see the faint outline of her swollen, clmoney.

I knelt down to help her put her legs into the jeans, grabbing the waistband and pulling them past her knees. Marisol lifted up slightly to let me pull them over her butt, and then stood still as I yanked them up and over her tummy.

As I worked, my eyes kept being drawn to her denim-clad butt sticking out. The hemline hovered an inch above her panties and prevented me from seeing her actin.

Craning my neck, I tried to get a peek at her underwear by lifting her skirt with my free hand. Marisol froze when she felt my fingers on her bare skin.

Just as she started to protest, I quickly lowered her skirt to conceal it, pretending I was having trouble closing the button. When I glanced back up, her face was flushed an adorable pink.

I pretended not to notice and kept tugging on her waistband until the button finally closed, my cock throbbing insistently in my jeans. I realized I wanted – no, needed – more.

“Let me help you with your shirt,” I said, reaching to unbutton it. Marisol resisted at first but then let me help her out of it.

Underneath she wore a white athletic bra that couldn’t hide her small, car t-shaped breasts. The cute pink polka dots made me throb with lust.

She hugged herself self-consciously, but made no move to stop me when I took over buttoning up her blouse. When I’d finished, she carefully tied her school tie into a neat bow.

I stepped back to admire my work. And what good work it was! With her hair done, makeup touched up, and a fresh uniform on, the only sign of what just happened was the damp spot she’d tried-to discreetly wipe from the front of her skirt.

“See, almost as good as new! You look very nice.” I praised. Marisol smiled shyly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. My dick throbbed in my jeans.

I shifted nervously, positioned by the door and aware how little space there was. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Marisol’s eyes flickered to the ceiling where the faded tin slats were visible now that the old sign had been removed.

“Thanks,” she finally said breathily, looking at me with saucer-like brown eyes and biteable blush pink lips.

“Um, I guess I better get going…” she said, fidgeting a little.

I knew I was insanely turned on and frustratingly pent up. “You really should,” I agreed with a shit-eating grin. “I probably shouldn’t be alone in here with you, in case anyone gets the wrong idea. Last thing we need is rumors.”

Marisol nodded, the tension between us palpable. It was then I saw her shifting on her feet, making my eyes zero in on her tight jeans and the way they cupped her ample butt to perfection.

She moved slightly as if sensing my intent stare. I thought I might have heard a hitch in her breathing, but it could have been my imagination.

I tried to pull my eyes away to look up into her face, but they finally settled on her full lips. Before I even thought about it, I leaned in and captured her mouth with my own.

She stilled for a second, her mouth warm and soft beneath mine. Then she Kissed me back hesitantly at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm. My hands slid up her back to cup her face, tilting her head back so I could deepen the Kiss. She sighed and her tongue darted out and brushed mine deliciously. I knew I was hooked.

Pulling back abruptly, I sucked in a ragged breath. My cock was painfully hard and throbbing inside my jeans. I needed more.