Rabiah was incredibly horny. As she walked down the stairs to the Sutton Hall lobby, all she could manage to think about was getting off. Having just spent a grueling seventy two hours in the company of her ultra-strict, Syrian-born parents, she had repressed herself, putting on a show until they departed.
They had left a few hours before, headed back to Michigan. Rabiah had been so utterly exhausted by their presence that as soon as she got back to her dorm after dropping them off at the airport, she passed out.
It was now a little after one in the morning and Rabiah was desperately in need of some sexual excitement. She crept down the stairs quietly as it appeared that there was someone passed out on one of the lobby couches. She looked to see if anyone was manning the lobby desk but it didn't appear as if anyone was there.
She studied the fellow passed out on the couch. Such a shame, Rabiah thought, he's so handsome. He would have been a lot of fun to explore in the dark.
Defeated, she quietly turned to head back up the stairs when a rather randy thought occurred to her. It was a wicked thought but nothing she couldn't recover from. Rabiah looked around, stopped and listened. Silence. Sutton Hall was as dead as a graveyard. It was the middle of North Central's spring break vacation and there was hardly a soul around.
Rabiah was fairly confident that no one would happen in on her should she go through with her naughty plan and if they did, the more the merrier. She crept back over to the handsome fellow passed out on the couch. She looked at him, trying to figure how should would maneuver him so that she could have her way with him.
She had no idea what his name was but she'd seen him around the dorms before.
She had a vague idea that he was an exercise science or kinesiology major, though where she got that idea was anyone's guess. Luckily for her, he was wearing basketball shorts, a plain white t-shirt and a zip up blue hoodie. She sat down next to him, nuzzling into him, partially to test how deeply asleep he was, partially because she liked spooning with guys.
She was laying inside his left arm, which had ended up sprawled out across the top of the couch, his left leg propped up on the couch up to his knee, with his calf and foot dangling off. She rested her head on his chest, with her legs extending out toward the opposite end of the couch.
Her heart rate spiked momentarily when upon settling in to her new position, her mystery man lowered his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in slightly.
This excited and aroused Rabiah and was a good sign as far as she was concerned. She looked up at his face, making certain he was asleep. He was.
Rabiah could hear his heartbeat through his chest, her right ear pressed against him. She found it impossibly romantic, even though the man wasn't aware she was there and she didn't know his name. She lifted her head briefly and strained to listen, wanting to check one final time that no one was coming.
They weren't.
She lifted up as quietly and delicately as she could, looking back over the top of the couch toward the information desk. Still no sign of any student worker or overnight security. All systems were go. She took her right hand and like a jewel thief trying not to set off motion sensors, she crept along the handsome stranger's gym shorts, the elastic waistband easily manipulated to accommodate her hand and arm as it slid down.
She quickly felt his member and placed her fingers around it, making sure that as she began to stroke, the soft underside of her fingers and palm would make contact with his soft underside, insuring that he became aroused.
She began to stroke him, slowly at first, still very much listening for the tell-tale signs of humanity headed her way. At this point she was having a difficult time distinguishing his heartbeat from her own, she was pounding so loudly. She stroke, doing her best to slide up and down his pole but it didn't seem to make a difference. No matter what she tried, he simply wasn't getting hard.
