Waiting in Line for the New iPad (6 page)

Having removed her panties, leaving her a
little more easy to access, he got into a rhythm where he could
spare a hand to spread over her smooth belly, and then reach up to
cup her breasts and pinch her stiff nipples, but then as he came to
focus a little more on her clit, licking her around it, pressing
his hot mouth down, sucking as much as she could stand - she
started to take charge again.

Her hands moved over his head, her fingers
initially stroking him, coursing through his hair to encourage him,
to guide him to follow the pace she needed, match her own innate
rhythm.

And then she was holding him, pulling him in,
crushing his face against her smoldering, soaking sex as her hips
writhed underneath him, and it got so that she was furiously
fucking his face, and he was almost a bystander.

It wasn't much longer before she was
furiously humping his face, and then shuddering and bolting and
bucking all around him, her wetness suddenly everywhere - hot and
sticky and salty and tangy, and so very sexy, so very her.

Eventually, as he moved up beside her, having
cleaned her up with his tongue as best as he was able, she was
still out of breath, though eager to kiss him, to find a silent way
to express her wonder and gratitude and joy at the experience he'd
just given her.

"Who are you?" she whispered when she finally
allowed him to breathe. "Are you real?"

He whispered: "I'm real, I promise."

He lay behind her, spooned against her back
now as she moved down further inside the sleeping bag so that it
covered her shoulders. His head tucked over her shoulder so he
could kiss her cheek. He could still smell the scent of her sex
along with her sweet perfume, and it thrilled him. 

Noelle felt his hardness throb, and now
pushed her behind back against him, wanting more, wiggling her hips
a little so she could feel it against her, check out his
shape. 

"You should take off your pants," she
whispered in the darkness. 

Dylan had been still a few moments, checking
to see if they'd been heard or seen, assessing the people nearby to
watch for eavesdroppers. Everyone appeared to be sound
asleep. 

He ran his hand down over her bare hip and
thigh, astounded at just how the curves of her body was so
perfectly designed to illicit strong feelings of desire in
him. She was so very naked, other than her top, and it did
seem a touch inappropriate now that he still had all his clothes
firmly in place. 

He unfastened the buckle on his belt, and
popped the button on his fly, but then Noelle suddenly disappeared
- slipping down into the sleeping bag and the extension formed by
their blankets. 

Dylan was feeling rather slow after the
intensity of his experience going down on a goddess like Noelle,
and he didn't quite know what she was doing until he suddenly felt
her hands slipping into the waistband of his pants, to haul them
down over his hips and down his legs - then off completely.

"Wha - " he said, before stifling himself,
remembering to keep quiet.

He felt her hands slide up his thighs and
then she was touching him through his boxer shorts, feeling him
out, checking the goods. 

Now it was his turn to lift the hem of the
sleeping bag to see what she was doing down there. Strange to see
such a pretty girl lying between his thighs, her face so close to
his crotch, and she was smiling as though it was her birthday. Did
she like what she saw down there?

Then he had to be careful not to give the
game away as she suddenly pressed her mouth to his stiff manhood -
the heat so intense, even through the cotton barrier of his
underwear. 

He was just beginning to get used to her
being down there when she took him by surprise yet again by pulling
his underwear down as well - leaving him completely exposed and a
little vulnerable.

Her hands closed around the base of his
shaft, and before he had a chance to look down again and see what
she was doing, how she was responding to the appearance of his
unconcealed erection - he felt his sensitive staff enveloped by her
soft, wet, hot mouth.

Feeling her tongue swirling around his
pulsing cock, he couldn't keep a low groan from escaping his mouth,
sealing his lips too late for the sound to slip out. He paused -
and Noelle paused - but there didn't seem to be any obvious signs
that they'd disturbed anyone. 

Noelle lifted up the covering now, so that he
caught the incredibly sexy but somehow surreal sight of the
beautiful brunette lying over him, his hardness dimly clasped in
her hands, poised to suck him into her mouth again. She looked up
at him, smiling, but giving him a brief shuffle of the eyebrows to
warn him against future noise.

He nodded a promise to her, but for some
reason it wasn't enough for her. She flashed him an impish grin,
and her hand shot up to cover his mouth with a palmful of soft pink
cotton. Dylan breathed in, and shuddered as he inhaled the strong,
spicy scent of her arousal from her damp underwear. 

With her lips stretching around his full
girth, gliding down to sink as far as she could down his shaft, her
wet panties were an effective gag for him, as it turned out - the
irresistible aroma of her sex incentive enough to keep them clamped
firmly over his mouth and nose, controlling his noise as she sucked
on his cock.

Licking him, caressing his shaft with her
velvet cheeks,  running her lips down his length - he got the
impression she'd done this plenty times before. At first, it caused
flickers of jealousy to fan up inside him, though he knew he could
hardly expect her to be a virgin.

She was so good, though. If she had been with
plenty of guys before, then he had something to be thankful for in
how she now knew exactly how to please him. The way her lips
lingered around the tip of his cock, the way her hands gripped his
shaft tight, but not too tight. The way she moaned as she sucked on
him, the vibrations of her voice adding to the sensations she was
giving him, but more importantly making him feel she was enjoying
the experience as well as he was. The way she pulled him out
and just seemed to revel in contact with his rigid manhood, rubbing
it against her pretty face, indulging in the obscene contact she
was permitted.

The way she slipped his hardness between her
breasts, so he felt his full length gliding up and down the
oh-so-soft flesh of her cleavage.

He really had to press her wet panties to his
mouth quite hard to prevent the natural response to her sensational
ministrations from waking the neighbors in the line. 

And then just as he was beginning to get to
that key question - should he warn her he was about to come, or
should he just let go? Would she want to swallow or prefer if he
held back? - she stopped, and he now felt a new sensation he
couldn't quite understand.

She was rolling a condom down his cock.

He was a little startled as her head now
popped up out of the sleeping back over him, all flushed with the
shine of perspiration across her forehead, her body now covering
his, her knees sliding along by his hips as she straddled him.

Was she really going to do what he thought
she was?

Her face was all lit up by her pretty smile,
her eyes dancing with the flames of overwhelming lust. She brought
a finger up to her lips to remind him to keep quiet, and then she
was taking her underwear from his grip, pressing it against his
mouth herself as he now felt the unbelievable heat of her body
slide down on his - his rock-hard cock suddenly engulfed by the
most exquisite heat and vice-like tightness.

He was inside Noelle. 

She was showing great skill in keeping
herself quiet as she rode him, though her face was so very
expressive in revealing to him exactly how intense the sensations
were for her as she gyrated her hips to rise and fall on his
shaft. 

She was also doing well at keeping flat
against his body in an attempt to minimize how obvious it would
look to any witnesses that she was on top of Dylan, fucking him
raw.

He wasn't sure how long he was going to be
able to cope with this, the energy flowing through his body was
just intense, her tight pussy squeezing him so tight he could feel
the end beginning to build.

But she stopped, and now moved to encourage
him to spoon her once again - only this time, they were both naked
from the waist down, and Noelle engineered their positions so that
Dylan could slide back inside her from behind.

It was slower this way, but no less intense.
She could no longer gag him herself any more, so he had to take
care to control his urges to moan, but he found himself
concentrating to delay his climax, which put paid to his
noise. 

As he held her, driving into her from behind,
it seemed such an intimate position, allowing him to be so close to
her - really, just wiggling his hips a little to move within her
tight pussy, rather than having to pound her. HIs hand slipped
around to touch her breasts, and now she grabbed it, redirecting it
down between her legs, where he could seek out her little clit even
while he continued to penetrate her.

Then subtly, so well-controlled, she leaned
back against his shoulder, her cheek nudging up against his, and
she was whispering: "I'm coming again, Dylan!   You're making
me come again…"

It wasn't quite as strong as her previous
ones, but just as beautiful, and the way her thighs clamped
together, squeezing his manhood within her tight pussy, there was
no way he could hold back this time.

As she shivered and shook, doing incredibly
well to remain silent as the forceful climax washed over her, Dylan
let himself go, his hot seed bubbling up and erupting deep within
her.

Dylan awoke with the arrival of the first
signs of sunlight, finding that Noelle was still sleeping beside
him, snuggly spooned against him so that every breath was accented
by her sweet perfume.

As the sun brought with it the new day, Dylan
had the strangest feeling that he was waking up in a whole new
world, as though at some point the previous night he had crossed
over into a completely different universe, and now here he was in a
place where he was no longer socially an average nobody.

In this new universe, he was the guy who had
somehow forged the most unbelievable connection with the most
beautiful girl from Marchmont High, and come to know what it must
feel like to be truly in love.

In this place, he felt as though his eyes
were truly open for the first time ever, so he could appreciate the
wonder of the world and everything in it.

Yet in this world, he also had the slightly
unnerving feeling that he was now vulnerable - that as magical as
 his experience with Noelle had been the previous night, there
was no guarantee that by the cold light of day, she would want to
see him again. Perhaps she acted that way with all the guys she
dated - made them feel special, made them believe they were the
only ones ever to make her come. Maybe he had only ever been a
distraction for her, to keep her warm and occupied during the long
wait in line for the Apple store.

He nuzzled gently into her, trying to hold
out hope that everything had been genuine, that talk of a proper
first date might actually turn into one.

Then, as he started to hear the occasional
stirring from other people in the line, further away, Dylan
realized that it might not look too good to other people if he was
found lying virtually naked with Noelle in her sleeping bag. It
wasn't his own reputation he was worried about - he didn't want
Noelle to continue sleeping only to wake to pointing fingers and
laughter at what she'd been up to overnight.

Quietly, gently, he eased his way out from
her sleeping bag, and managed to both dress himself fully and fold
up the blankets that were supposed to have been his personal bed
for the night.

Noelle stirred a little as he extricated
himself from her side, and screwed up her face at the sudden loss
of his warmth. But as she slowly emerged from slumber, seeing what
he was up to, she quickly understood the need to separate.

"What time is it?" she whispered, now
squirming inside her sleeping bag to pull on her own clothes.

"Six."

"Breakfast?"

"Love to."

There was a cool three hours before the Apple
store was due to open - plenty of time to grab something at
McDonalds, and Dylan was starving.

But picking up the blankets as Noelle now
folded up her sleeping bag, Dylan actually found himself becoming
quite nervous. Would they talk about last night while having
breakfast? What if she suddenly came to the conclusion that it had
all been a mistake, that now it was light, and she could see him
properly, she wasn't actually attracted to Dylan at all? What if
the magic dust wore off, and she saw that he really wasn't anybody
at all, far less worthy of her attentions?

This breakfast could be a first date, or it
could be a break-up.

Stepping out of the queue and wandering down
through the mall toward the parking lot, they walked without
conversation - both of them keeping quiet to avoid waking the
people in the line still out for the count.

Then they were around the corner, and quite
suddenly he felt Noelle shove him bodily against the outer wall of
the Gap, launching herself at him.

How was it that she felt made for embracing
him, perfectly sized to fit with him as they kissed? His heart was
pounding in his chest as he matched her passion, his cock
thickening as her feisty frame pressed against him, her hands
squeezing his butt so his manhood was crushed against her body.

"You have to do whatever I want, remember?"
she said, breathless, glowing after their kiss.