She cut her eyes back in his direction and gave a frown to the smug look that he beamed at her. Scoffing his expression, she dropped her hand down from the top of the spine of the book that she had been in the process of leaning away from the rest of the row and turned away from the stack. Squaring her shoulders up with his, she reached her hands underneath her skirt and took up the elastic band of her panties.
Ronnie couldn't fight hard enough to keep back the smile as he watched Daisy drag a set of black lace underwear down the length of her thighs. When she was upright again Daisy mockingly held the article out beside her, letting them dangle in the air from her fingertips.
"Now what?" she said to him. "You want to try 'em on for size?"
Ronnie snatched them from her hand and stuffed them into his pants pocket. After that Daisy was left watching him drop down to his knees in front of her skirt.
"What are you doing?" she said to him.
"Taking a study break," Ronnie answered her just before tossing her skirt up and pressing it against her abdomen to reveal the bare area just beneath. "And you look like you could use one."
Daisy was all set to lend a protest laced with aggravation, but when his face moved forward and she felt the wet of his lips touch against hers the only language that she could speak in came out in quiet gasps. When Ronnie's tongue darted out and touched down hard against her simmering nub a yelp slipped free from her that gave her cause to lend a bit more attention to the tone of her voice in lieu of Ronnie's actions. He worked his tongue at her slice with a passion so furious it was almost as if he were taunting her powers of restraint.
Daisy dug her nails into his hair and wrapped his locks up into a tight grip. Her breath was seething and she even tried tilting her hips back in order to offer herself some measure of relief from the stinging tickle of Ronnie's tongue, but he would have none of it. Rubbing his palms around to the curves of her naked backside, he shoved her hips forward again, so much so that his wide open mouth threatened to nearly swallow her sex whole.
Thankfully she still had the wall close at her back. Daisy slammed her body into it and utilized what little support that it offered as she crushed her pelvis that much harder into Ronnie's face. Squirm as she did, Daisy was, however, able to keep the squeaks and whines at a reasonably muffled level. It wasn't until she craned her head to the side and peered through the bookshelf at the student that she saw moving on the other side that she began to question her level of self-control and the noticeability of her vocals.
Daisy began humping her hips harder and faster against Ronnie's face until the tongue that he used to lash her with triggered the inner walls of her cavity into violent spasms.
When the motion of her hips began to slow in his grip Ronnie slowly lifted himself back upright to his feet. Using one hand to continue rubbing at her wet, spent hatch, he leaned his face into the soft streaks of hair draped down the side of her head and let go with a round of quiet laughter. Daisy could only stand it for so long before shoving his body out of her way, brushing her skirt down, and leaving his chuckling form at her back as she moved.
It had been Ronnie's idea that they catch one of the small Wunderlend shuttle busses and head off campus for something to eat. Personally, Daisy would have been more than satisfied with making a go trying to swing by the cafeteria before it closed, but when he offered to pick up the bill she reluctantly agreed to take him up.
With the bottle of water that she held turned up to her lips it would take an elbow nudge at the side of her left arm to turn her attention toward the seat next to her. "What?" she said, eyeing Ronnie over with a very upset look about her.
"Looks like you're Ms. Popularity tonight," he leaned his head over and spoke to her quietly.
Daisy's focus was suddenly shifted over to the only other passenger that accompanied them on board the conveyance. The row of seats that both she and Ronnie sat in ran parallel with the long window at their back, as did a large portion of the row of seats across the aisle. One of which just so happened to contain the man that Ronnie was referring to. Seated nearly a dozen or so feet away from them, Daisy cut a look in his direction and they locked eyes for a moment.
"Well don't just sit there," Ronnie said to her. "Give the guy a show." Knowing full well that he still had her panties tucked away safely in his pocket, he reached down for the hem of her skirt and tossed it back away from her thighs.
"Cut it out," Daisy snapped at him while shoving his wrist away and brushing the fabric back down. She gave the gentleman another look and noticed that the two of them still held his attention.
"Alright," Ronnie said, removing the blazer that he had on and lying it across his waist. Daisy watched his hands rustling beneath the coat until she saw him lift it again. It was just high enough to reveal to her the swelling erection stemming out of his open pants. "Then how about giving me one?"
Daisy glanced over in the direction of their audience once more before dropping her eyes back down to Ronnie's inflating piece. Taking another drink from her bottle, she hissed out a breathy sigh through her nose just before turning a mock smile in Ronnie's direction and making a reach for his cock.
Ronnie let her hear a moan when her grip began a steady back and forth slide across his expanding hard-on. When he reached up and gave a tug at the material covering her shoulder Daisy, still under the impression that they retained the full attention of the third rider, leaned her upper body down and angled back the flesh stick that she held so that the enlarged glans was directly in line to be engulfed by her lowering lips. With the seclusion provided to her by the shroud Ronnie had draped over her head Daisy went about suckling on the warm crown of his piece with all the comfort brought on by the knowledge that even though the gist of the actions that she was currently engaging in remained clearly visible the particulars were all but hidden from any prying eyes. Eyes that by now most likely included the set staring up into the rearview mirror that belonged to the driver.
Ronnie was finding it increasingly harder to maintain his composure especially when he felt Daisy's tongue drag down the full length of his pole. It ran all the way to the base before starting back out for the top again. Once there her tongue made a wet lap around the rim of his headpiece before she plunged the tip down into the precum leaking slit. Her palm continued to pump up and down the rod; squeezing out that much more of the trickle into the tiny cut for her to flick her tongue at. All fed up with amusing herself at his squirming expense, Daisy, very unexpectedly, dropped her mouth over a large portion of his cock and put her suction filled void to work on him.
Ronnie, in all his tact and modesty, lost all interest in keeping the coat in place over her head and promptly laid it to rest on the seat beside him. As put off as she was by his motives more so than his actions Daisy felt it would have been nothing short of a moot point now to stop what she was doing just to offer him up another scolding. Ronnie even went so far as to brush her hair out of the way so that anyone interested in viewing this spectacle would have had a clear view of her mouth bobbing over his raging erection.
Instead Daisy opted to quicken the motion of her moving palm and lips until Ronnie had been moved to produce a moaning noise that drowned out the squelch of her work. Soon enough the throbbing heat in her mouth was trembling with each batch of ejaculate that it sent washing out across the back of her tongue. To keep the pool from spilling over Daisy held him in place until she was sure that there was no chance of a mess when she released him from her mouth. Sitting back upright in her seat, she watched Ronnie refasten his pants before turning a look back over in the direction of their fellow commuter.
Locking eyes with him once again, Daisy turned her water bottle up to her lips just as he was in the process of making a bashful attempt at averting his glance.
Ronnie rolled over onto his side in bed that morning only to have the hand that he threw out beside him come down on a warm pillow of skin. As groggy as he was with sleep he still retained senses good enough to recognize the smooth feel of Daisy's midsection. Having yet to part his eyelids or perform any other feat to shake himself further into consciousness, he began to slowly rub his fingers and palm back and forth across her lusciously naked flesh. Regardless of his near subliminal attentiveness Daisy had yet to be stirred from the slumber that she enjoyed. It wouldn't be until his roving palm moved up high enough along her body to take up fondling one of her breasts that she would be pushed toward the same level of limited awareness that he enjoyed.
The tugs and pinches at her erecting nipple would get nothing out of her but the occasional wince and shift of her spine. Ronnie shifted his hand in the opposite direction and started it on its trek toward the juncture between her legs. Zigzagging the motion of his palm along the way, Ronnie nestled his body in even closer to hers just as his fingers were passing over the thin brush of hair that covered the raised hump above her pubic bone. He gently split the sheath that concealed her protruding crux as well as the well leading down into slippery warmth only to find that they were both already glossed with a thin layer of oil.
