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.
Rabiah had one more thought. She took her chiffon hijab off of her head, having forgotten to remove it earlier when her parents left, and lowered the material into the man's shorts. She felt for his manhood and upon locating it, wrapped it around him like a glove, her hand fitting neatly inside.
She began to stroke once more. Within a minute the mysterious stranger was as solid as a rock and Rabiah was starting to get wet. Stroking her new boy toy, she used her free hand to reach down into her leggings, past her panties and straight to her clitoris.
Rabiah rubbed circles on herself while tenderly stroking up and down on this hard bodied dreamer. She had to close her eyes as she could hardly process what was happening. The thought of getting this guy off, then sneaking away into the night was so hot to her. She rubbed herself harder, employing more fingers as she dipped in and out of herself, getting wetter by the moment.
The guy, although asleep, was clearly enjoying himself as well. He kept producing these long moans punctuated with the occasional "oh my God". Rabiah wanted nothing more than to stand over his face while she ground her box into his lips, he laying there, using his hands to massage her inner thigh and his tongue to...
"Oh baby, please," the man moaned before shifting on the couch. This was a severe enough reaction that Rabiah briefly thought about stopping but figured she could handle the consequences, whatever they may be.
She was starting to get sweaty from all the hot and horny hand action happening and decided to kick off her tennis shoes and pull off her leggings so she could have easy access to her honeycomb.
There she was, in her socks, pink panties, a t-shirt and a jacket, the wet spot on the front of her underwear growing, her hijab wrapped around the tool of a man whose name she didn't know. She kept stroking him, loving how devastatingly big he felt in her nimble hand as she rode his shaft to the top before plunging back down in soft, chiffon-clad delicacy.
"Mmmm," the man let out, while licking his lips. "I want you so ba..." it was clear he was asleep but he obviously had someone or something in mind as he moaned these platitudes. Rabiah had her second naughty thought. She wondered if she were to slip his hand into her panties if he would...
She pulled out, leaving her enlarged clitoris begging for more. She quickly took his left hand, the one from atop the couch, and placed it over her panties, wanting to test the waters. Like some kind of erotic wind-up toy, his fingers began to make a circular motion, causing Rabiah to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
