A dark, rainy day and the cinema is showing a sci-fi flick in the afternoon. No one at home today, you decide to go to the theater. Hiding in the back row, your long legs stretched out and on the back of the seat in front of you, you're slightly dozing in the overly warm room, waiting for the movie to begin. Only three people straggle in on this miserable day, their coats glossy with rain. Your jacket is spread out to dry on the seat next to you, your posture says you wish to be alone. The lights dim, the previews begin and you continue to rest, uninterested in what they have to offer.
The unmistakable theme music of a Hollywood company plays, alerting you to the film. You shuffle your legs and sit up only to realize I am sitting right beside you. You're wondering- Out of all the seats available, she sits here? There are only five other people in here. Nearly reading your mind, I turn to look at you and smile. You nervously look away making me smirk.
Drinking my water I think- Ah. A quiet one. I love quiet guys. A tall, cute blonde to boot. I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do. I'm going to be naughty for once.
The movie plays and your mind is still asking why I'm so close. That question comes to a halt when I look you in the eyes and smile indecently. Your hands tighten and you shift, uncertain what to do. I touch your arm sitting on the arm rest and you freeze. I have to stretch to reach your ear so I can whisper, "At anytime you say stop and I will."
Bewildered, you stare at me. I pat your arm then rub your thigh- it's a long limb, my fingers massaging your muscles that are taut with anxiety. You sit up and pull your legs off the back of the chair. I look at you, my expression asking if I should stop but you don't react. I do. I rub your leg and you eventually relax. I lift your hand and kiss your fingertips- sliding one of your long fingers into my mouth and sucking on it. I see your chest rising and falling faster, I feel the need to expose that skin. Turning in my seat, I get on my knees and unbutton your shirt as I kiss your neck. Your undershirt is in the way of flesh and I begin to yank it out of your trousers, whispering in your ear, "What's your name?"
Turning your head, your cheek pressed to mine- you're so warm I sigh, you answer, "Bryan."
"I want you Bryan but I will stop at any time you ask. All right?" You nod once as my hands finally get to touch your chest. "Sorry my hands are cold."
You chuckle softly and whisper back, "It's okay. Can't believe this is happening."
Loving the sound of your Irish lilt I shiver and say, "Me either. I've never even made out in a theater before." More kisses on your throat, my hands caressing your chest- you decide to be brave. Since I'm on my knees, bending over the arm rest, your hand slides up my spine and into my hair. I'm kissing my way up your neck while your hand goes down my back, over the cheek of my ass, down my thigh and to my calf. You realize that I'm wearing a knee length skirt and boots, there are no stockings on the small piece of bare flesh between the skirt and boot.
Since I am enthralled with the act of kissing you- your ear, jaw and chin; I decide to see if you'll let me kiss your sweet mouth. But I hover, worried you won't want to. My worry doesn't last long- a smile flashes across your lips. It was all I needed to see. Light brushings of lips, testing the water- your free hand finds the back of my neck and pulls me in closer. I need no other hints. A smoldering attachment begins. You surprise me when your tongue visits. I answer with my own, moaning quietly into your mouth.
Your long fingered hand is sliding back up my thigh and over my ass, feeling for the edge of panties and finding none. You groan at the discovery and immediately need to find out something else. Your hand disembarks from my hips and moves to my chest, groaning again when you find no bra, only a very erect tit poking through, greeting your fingers. It's my turn to make noise, and I muffle it into your sternum as fingers adeptly play. Panting into your skin, my greedy nerve endings plead for more by whimpering.
The movie is loud but you know it won't be loud enough. That you can't do what you want in here.
"We have to leave. Now," you say lifting me from your torso. Slipping on my coat, you already have yours on and closed- concealing your mussed clothes and the granite hard flesh in your trousers. Taking my hand you quickly walk us out of the theater and down the hall, your arm cradling my waist. Stepping out into the bleak downpour, you pull me tightly against your side.
Turning in the direction of my car, I say, "Mine has tinted windows and a decent back seat." In minutes we're locked in the confines of my vehicle, our coats on the front seat, hands touching clothed bodies. The windows are soon steamed up, if someone pressed their faces against the window they would only see two blurs. Rain hitting the roof will cover most sounds.
Kissing your lovely mouth, my hands fumble with excitement, trying to undo your belt and trousers. You hold my hands, wanting me to slow down. I take a deep breath and move to straddle you but my narrow skirt only lets me move so far. You notice and watch my face as you slide the fabric up just enough for me to spread my legs on either side of yours. I love your slow, thoughtful moves- anticipation spreading goosebumps over my skin.
Running my fingers through your hair instead of tearing through your clothes, I feel your hands gradually moving up my legs, hips, waist, ribs and settling on the sides of my breasts- then they're gone. Only to reappear at the top button of my blouse. Button, by button you leisurely work your way down. Breathing deepens when I feel you exhale inches from that tender skin. You rub your face between my breasts, your hands pulling the shirt open, exposing them to you. I gasp when your tongue flicks a nipple, I press them into your face. Your fingers and mouth make me moan, make me want more of you.
Tantalizingly slow you move, building energy. Mouth occupied, your hands decide to travel down my back again, to my calves. This time, on the way back up they slide under the skirt, making me tremble- forcing me to be patient. You stroke my thighs and hips but never touching between my legs.
When your fingertips brush lightly over my hairless mound I can't help but needily blurt, "Fuck me. Please."
You smile up at me and I blush, embarrassed at my confession. Watching my face, you undo your trousers. I shift backwards to see- elated when you expose your cock. Before you can stop me, my hands are on it and I'm sliding to my knees on the floor between your legs. Immediately I lick the end, removing the constant stream of precum. You move your hips forward, giving me permission to suck it as I wish. My hot mouth wraps around it, making you gasp then sigh. Using my face like a pussy, I fuck your dick with my mouth, my fingers petting your scrotum. Circling the head, you involuntarily thrust- I suck harder, pumping your shaft with my fist while sucking the end. Your body warns me you're close. I slow down, knowing time is limited but upset you can't come on my tits. There was something else I wanted more.
Climbing back onto the seat, you welcomed me by helping me up. Straddling you again, I finally slide you inside my cunt, I groan with relief. Before I can start riding you, you pull me in for a kiss. It's so heated- I don't want to break away. Instead I grind my pussy on your cock, swirling my hips, rubbing your thickness on every side of my inner walls. Breathing needs to happen, so the kiss breaks up, your face immediately headed to my tits. Lifting my ass, I pump myself on your dick. This won't take long and we don't have much time until the parking lot is filled with theater goers.
You can't hold still, you want to be the one thrusting. Shifting us to one side of the seat, you turn us, lying us on our sides and pulling my top leg over your hip. You begin fucking me hard. Pounding. The car is shaking, the rain can't camoflage my cries. You shove two fingers in my panting mouth, I suck on them and am upset when you pull them out, only to be aroused further when you firmly press them into my ass. Instantly I scream your name and come. You don't stop. My two holes are overwhelmed by you. Using your sexy voice you add to my throes by talking naughty as you continue fucking me.
"Never fucked a stranger? You are now you. Now you're a whore. And I'll use you as I see fit. As I please." Never having been inflicted with such a physical and mental pounding, I come again, whimpering incoherently. "Such a whore to come twice! Fucking a man you just met! Letting me finger you! Sucking my cock! Shove my fingers in your ass!" Your crotch is soaked from my salivating cunt, the sound of suction is loud everytime your cock slides in or out. "Now I'm going to blow my wad in you, slut, fill you with my come. A stranger's come." The next few thrusts are brutal making me orgasm a third time. You follow with yours as I buck violently, my body wanting every ounce of your hot mess.
Done and breathing heavily, we lie there- you remove your fingers from me and I wiggle because it tickles. I grab the small box of baby wipes I keep in my car and clean your hand while you smile.
"Um. I've never used them for sex in a car before. I have a hand washing habit. Big germaphobe," I ramble with embarrassment as you start to quietly chuckle. "Uh, use one everytime I leave a store or work or..I'm a dork. Sorry." You kiss my pinkening face. "Geez Bryan you- now I blush? I'm such a dork."
You grin and I sigh, unhappy you're going to pull out of me in a moment. Our time is up. I kiss you once more- it's sweet with a little tongue. We pull away and you slide out of me. New wipe in my hand, I clean off your dick as you watch with amusement. I shrug and put your manhood away, unhappy to see it covered in cloth.
We climb out of the car, hug and you put on your coat. You place a final kiss on my forehead, I get one on your chin and then you walk away while I climb in the driver's seat. The car starts, I turn on the defrost and roll down my window to watch you walk away. Geez. I'll never be able to go to the theater again without hoping he'll be there.
You unlock your door and wave. He's so cute. So dang cute. And hot. Smoking hot. I smile and drive away.
The unmistakable theme music of a Hollywood company plays, alerting you to the film. You shuffle your legs and sit up only to realize I am sitting right beside you. You're wondering- Out of all the seats available, she sits here? There are only five other people in here. Nearly reading your mind, I turn to look at you and smile. You nervously look away making me smirk.
Drinking my water I think- Ah. A quiet one. I love quiet guys. A tall, cute blonde to boot. I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do. I'm going to be naughty for once.
The movie plays and your mind is still asking why I'm so close. That question comes to a halt when I look you in the eyes and smile indecently. Your hands tighten and you shift, uncertain what to do. I touch your arm sitting on the arm rest and you freeze. I have to stretch to reach your ear so I can whisper, "At anytime you say stop and I will."
Bewildered, you stare at me. I pat your arm then rub your thigh- it's a long limb, my fingers massaging your muscles that are taut with anxiety. You sit up and pull your legs off the back of the chair. I look at you, my expression asking if I should stop but you don't react. I do. I rub your leg and you eventually relax. I lift your hand and kiss your fingertips- sliding one of your long fingers into my mouth and sucking on it. I see your chest rising and falling faster, I feel the need to expose that skin. Turning in my seat, I get on my knees and unbutton your shirt as I kiss your neck. Your undershirt is in the way of flesh and I begin to yank it out of your trousers, whispering in your ear, "What's your name?"
Turning your head, your cheek pressed to mine- you're so warm I sigh, you answer, "Bryan."
"I want you Bryan but I will stop at any time you ask. All right?" You nod once as my hands finally get to touch your chest. "Sorry my hands are cold."
You chuckle softly and whisper back, "It's okay. Can't believe this is happening."
Loving the sound of your Irish lilt I shiver and say, "Me either. I've never even made out in a theater before." More kisses on your throat, my hands caressing your chest- you decide to be brave. Since I'm on my knees, bending over the arm rest, your hand slides up my spine and into my hair. I'm kissing my way up your neck while your hand goes down my back, over the cheek of my ass, down my thigh and to my calf. You realize that I'm wearing a knee length skirt and boots, there are no stockings on the small piece of bare flesh between the skirt and boot.
Since I am enthralled with the act of kissing you- your ear, jaw and chin; I decide to see if you'll let me kiss your sweet mouth. But I hover, worried you won't want to. My worry doesn't last long- a smile flashes across your lips. It was all I needed to see. Light brushings of lips, testing the water- your free hand finds the back of my neck and pulls me in closer. I need no other hints. A smoldering attachment begins. You surprise me when your tongue visits. I answer with my own, moaning quietly into your mouth.
Your long fingered hand is sliding back up my thigh and over my ass, feeling for the edge of panties and finding none. You groan at the discovery and immediately need to find out something else. Your hand disembarks from my hips and moves to my chest, groaning again when you find no bra, only a very erect tit poking through, greeting your fingers. It's my turn to make noise, and I muffle it into your sternum as fingers adeptly play. Panting into your skin, my greedy nerve endings plead for more by whimpering.
The movie is loud but you know it won't be loud enough. That you can't do what you want in here.
"We have to leave. Now," you say lifting me from your torso. Slipping on my coat, you already have yours on and closed- concealing your mussed clothes and the granite hard flesh in your trousers. Taking my hand you quickly walk us out of the theater and down the hall, your arm cradling my waist. Stepping out into the bleak downpour, you pull me tightly against your side.
Turning in the direction of my car, I say, "Mine has tinted windows and a decent back seat." In minutes we're locked in the confines of my vehicle, our coats on the front seat, hands touching clothed bodies. The windows are soon steamed up, if someone pressed their faces against the window they would only see two blurs. Rain hitting the roof will cover most sounds.
Kissing your lovely mouth, my hands fumble with excitement, trying to undo your belt and trousers. You hold my hands, wanting me to slow down. I take a deep breath and move to straddle you but my narrow skirt only lets me move so far. You notice and watch my face as you slide the fabric up just enough for me to spread my legs on either side of yours. I love your slow, thoughtful moves- anticipation spreading goosebumps over my skin.
Running my fingers through your hair instead of tearing through your clothes, I feel your hands gradually moving up my legs, hips, waist, ribs and settling on the sides of my breasts- then they're gone. Only to reappear at the top button of my blouse. Button, by button you leisurely work your way down. Breathing deepens when I feel you exhale inches from that tender skin. You rub your face between my breasts, your hands pulling the shirt open, exposing them to you. I gasp when your tongue flicks a nipple, I press them into your face. Your fingers and mouth make me moan, make me want more of you.
Tantalizingly slow you move, building energy. Mouth occupied, your hands decide to travel down my back again, to my calves. This time, on the way back up they slide under the skirt, making me tremble- forcing me to be patient. You stroke my thighs and hips but never touching between my legs.
When your fingertips brush lightly over my hairless mound I can't help but needily blurt, "Fuck me. Please."
You smile up at me and I blush, embarrassed at my confession. Watching my face, you undo your trousers. I shift backwards to see- elated when you expose your cock. Before you can stop me, my hands are on it and I'm sliding to my knees on the floor between your legs. Immediately I lick the end, removing the constant stream of precum. You move your hips forward, giving me permission to suck it as I wish. My hot mouth wraps around it, making you gasp then sigh. Using my face like a pussy, I fuck your dick with my mouth, my fingers petting your scrotum. Circling the head, you involuntarily thrust- I suck harder, pumping your shaft with my fist while sucking the end. Your body warns me you're close. I slow down, knowing time is limited but upset you can't come on my tits. There was something else I wanted more.
Climbing back onto the seat, you welcomed me by helping me up. Straddling you again, I finally slide you inside my cunt, I groan with relief. Before I can start riding you, you pull me in for a kiss. It's so heated- I don't want to break away. Instead I grind my pussy on your cock, swirling my hips, rubbing your thickness on every side of my inner walls. Breathing needs to happen, so the kiss breaks up, your face immediately headed to my tits. Lifting my ass, I pump myself on your dick. This won't take long and we don't have much time until the parking lot is filled with theater goers.
You can't hold still, you want to be the one thrusting. Shifting us to one side of the seat, you turn us, lying us on our sides and pulling my top leg over your hip. You begin fucking me hard. Pounding. The car is shaking, the rain can't camoflage my cries. You shove two fingers in my panting mouth, I suck on them and am upset when you pull them out, only to be aroused further when you firmly press them into my ass. Instantly I scream your name and come. You don't stop. My two holes are overwhelmed by you. Using your sexy voice you add to my throes by talking naughty as you continue fucking me.
"Never fucked a stranger? You are now you. Now you're a whore. And I'll use you as I see fit. As I please." Never having been inflicted with such a physical and mental pounding, I come again, whimpering incoherently. "Such a whore to come twice! Fucking a man you just met! Letting me finger you! Sucking my cock! Shove my fingers in your ass!" Your crotch is soaked from my salivating cunt, the sound of suction is loud everytime your cock slides in or out. "Now I'm going to blow my wad in you, slut, fill you with my come. A stranger's come." The next few thrusts are brutal making me orgasm a third time. You follow with yours as I buck violently, my body wanting every ounce of your hot mess.
Done and breathing heavily, we lie there- you remove your fingers from me and I wiggle because it tickles. I grab the small box of baby wipes I keep in my car and clean your hand while you smile.
"Um. I've never used them for sex in a car before. I have a hand washing habit. Big germaphobe," I ramble with embarrassment as you start to quietly chuckle. "Uh, use one everytime I leave a store or work or..I'm a dork. Sorry." You kiss my pinkening face. "Geez Bryan you- now I blush? I'm such a dork."
You grin and I sigh, unhappy you're going to pull out of me in a moment. Our time is up. I kiss you once more- it's sweet with a little tongue. We pull away and you slide out of me. New wipe in my hand, I clean off your dick as you watch with amusement. I shrug and put your manhood away, unhappy to see it covered in cloth.
We climb out of the car, hug and you put on your coat. You place a final kiss on my forehead, I get one on your chin and then you walk away while I climb in the driver's seat. The car starts, I turn on the defrost and roll down my window to watch you walk away. Geez. I'll never be able to go to the theater again without hoping he'll be there.
You unlock your door and wave. He's so cute. So dang cute. And hot. Smoking hot. I smile and drive away.
Hot!
ReplyDeleteits very cute and steamy at the same time.
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