At the Movies
We’re at the movies, but neither one of us is paying any attention to what’s happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, and there are maybe 15 other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for 20 minutes, and she’s whispering filthy things in my ear.
She’s wearing her work clothes, since we met here right after she got off. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and she’s undoing her pants right now. The armrest between us is up, and we’re sitting very close together. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand is inside her bra.
She’s telling me that she’s been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet.
As she tells me this, I am squeezing her breast and slowly pinching her nipple. I feel her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my own groin. I slide my hand back, rubbing her hardening nipple against my palm, and she shifts her hips to press against me as she moans appreciatively.
She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found out that she had already creamed in her panties.
I ask her to prove it, and she immediately leans back and slides one hand down her belly, and into her unbuttoned pants. She licks my ear, and then reaches her hand up, slipping her middle finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the promised pussy cream. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine… and really turns me on.
With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back into her pants and tells me that she’s lightly stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing a thin tank top and her panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she’s sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums.
She’s starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for this — how she can rock backwards, feeling the guy’s cock deep inside her pussy, and then after he cums (either in her, or across her back), she can collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She says she loves the feeling when the guy’s cum slips out of her, and onto her fingers, hot and sticky.
I can tell she’s getting close when she tells me that for the past few nights, her fantasy has been about me, her newest lover, fucking her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, with a pillow under her butt and her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants to use her vibrator on her clit and cum while I’m fucking her.
Sensing my cue, I slide my hand down from her hip and into her panties. She leans forward and sits up just enough that I can slip my hand under her, and then she’s leaning back again. My hand is between her cheeks, and my middle finger is just resting on the opening of her pussy. I can feel her other hand moving in small, quick circles on her clit, and I move my finger in time, gently teasing her and getting wet before I slide back and find her ass.
She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She inhales suddenly, and freezes for a moment, and then she’s moving again, pressing up against me, fingers flying on her clit, hips rolling in a lazy circle, and begging me to make her cum. She’s whispering so fast and intently in my ear, that all the words run into one another, “ohgodmakemecummakemecumcumcumfuckmepleasefuckmyassandmakemecum…”
I start moving my finger. Due to our position, I can’t really slide in and out of her ass, but I do my best, pushing deep into her and then pulling back to put more pressure at the top, and then pushing forward, rubbing against the bottom, knowing she can feel it in her cunt.
It doesn’t take long. Within a few seconds, I hear her breath catch in her throat, and she leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as her orgasm rolls over her. I can feel her ass squeeze my finger, and hold steady, providing solid pressure for her body to react to. As it dissipates, and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She wimpers slightly and before we’re done kissing, I can feel her hand sliding up my thigh. The movie’s not over yet…
