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At the Movies
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At-the-movies
We've decided to go to a movie - Bram Stoker's Dracula at the
Garneau. I meet you outside the theatre. You're wearing a dark green
sweater and a short white skirt. I compliment you on how nice you
look. We go inside.
We sit near the back of the balcony, up by the back row where the
couch is. It's pretty quiet, but then again, it is the 7 o'clock
show.
As the movie progresses, I can tell you're starting to get a little
excited. I glance over and see that you're biting your lip in the
dark, and that you're rubbing your thighs together ever so slightly.
As Lucy tries to offer herself to any man who comes near her, she
bares her breasts and spreads her legs, rolling around on the bed. I
can see you visibly get more excited. You're now biting your lower
lip and licking your lips, and your breathing is getting a little
heavy. You look over at me nervously, as if wondering what I'm
thinking. I lean over and tell you to pretend I'm not even here, and
to do whatever you would do if you were on your own. You look a bit
apprehensive, but smile and thank me. Then I turn back to the movie.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see you cross your arms across your
chest. Your right hand rests lightly on your left breast, and I can
see you start to caress and stroke your left nipple through your
sweater. Your breathing gets a little more ragged as you pick up the
pace, and I see you slip your right hand down to your lap. You look
around to make sure no-one is watching, and then slide your skirt up
a little. I catch a glimpse of your hand sliding under the hem of
your skirt, and then look away again.
By now, Lucy is in the garden having sex with the vampire, and you're
obviously enjoying the scene. Your right hand is now moving visibly
under your skirt, while you pinch and stroke your now
noticeably-erect left nipple. Now I'm starting to get very turned on
as well. As I watch the film, I keep glancing at you. By now you're
oblivious to the movie. Your eyes are closed and your hand is moving
rapidly under your skirt. I can almost feel the heat of your orgasms
from here. I feel myself getting harder and harder, and my swelling
cock feels like it's going to break free from my jeans. I don't know
how much more of this I can take.
I've almost forgotten about the film by now. I'm concentrating on
you, watching your hands move across your body, wishing I could feel
your body the way you are at this moment. When I see you slip both of
your hands down to your crotch and slide under your skirt, my cock
begins to hurt from being so hard for so long. I decide I can't take
any more of this, and lean across to you. "I need to eat your pussy,
right now" I whisper. Your only assent is a slight moan and a faster
pace with your hands under your skirt. I slip onto the floor and
kneel between your legs. At this point I find you're not wearing any
panties, and my cock and balls feel like they're going to explode
from the pressure building up inside them. I move in closer to your
pussy, and you slide your skirt even further up your thighs. I can
see the dark soft hair of your bush, and my mouth begins to water at
the thought of tasting your cunt. I run my tongue up your left thigh
and feel you shiver at the touch of my mouth. I just can't wait any
longer, and so I spread your pussy lips apart with my hands and start
to lap at your clitoris. Oh God, the taste! It's like heaven,
nirvana, and the sweetest honey all rolled into one tiny little spot.
I run my tongue around the edge of your clitoris, and you lift and
writhe underneath my mouth. I slip my tongue down into your pussy
itself, and am rewarded with the sweet taste of your juices and the
moans that you make. I undo my fly and pull out my cock, which by now
is dripping wet. I slide my hands under your ass and begin to caress
your cheeks, squeezing and fondling them as I lap at your pussy. You
respond by lifting your ass off the chair and pulling my head down
deeper into your crotch with your right hand, as you cup your right
breast with your left hand, running your fingers back and forth
across your nipple, rubbing and pinching. I slip one of my fingers,
soaked with your juices, between the cheeks of your ass and start to
slowly rub it back and forth across your asshole. Your bucking grows
more violent and suddenly you gasp and fold over as another orgasm
makes you feel as if every muscle in your body is contracting. I now
have a huge wet spot on my jeans from the juice dripping from the
head of my cock onto my thighs, but I don't care. I keep licking and
sucking your pussy until my face is soaked with your juices. As you
contract and I feel you move into yet another orgasm, you gasp and
tell me you want me inside you. I'm all too happy to oblige.
We hop over the seat and move to the couch at the back. There's
enough room for me to kneel between your legs on the floor. You lean
back onto the couch, supporting yourself with your elbows, and lift
your legs into the air, exposing the beautiful sight of your soaked
pussy. I push forward and sink the head of my cock inside you. Your
reaction is immediate. A shuddering orgasm overcomes you, and you
cling to me as if you're drowning. I feel your muscles tighten and
flex around me, and the feeling brings me almost to climax
immediately. I manage to hold back, although God only knows how. I
push further inside you. By now, my cock and balls are soaked with
your fluids, and I slip as far as possible inside you without
hesitation. You wrap your legs around me and begin to rhythmically
grind your crotch against mine. I pull back and thrust again. I know
it's only going to be seconds before I come inside you, and yet I
don't want to stop - not just yet. I take your breasts into my hands
and start to stroke and fondle them. I know your nipples aren't the
only sensitive areas on your breasts, so I caress the entire breast,
cupping and squeezing both of them until you arch back and gasp for
breath. As I feel your pussy muscles tighten around the shaft of my
cock, I know I can't take any more of this, and the feeling
overwhelms me. I shudder as I shoot my load of cum into you, and I
find I can't breathe from the sensation of my cock pumping my hot
juice deep inside you. I flex again and again, and every time I do
more of my cum flows into you. As I finally finish coming, I fall
forward and end up in your arms. You look exhausted, as if you've
just finished a marathon, and your body won't stop contracting. You
finally manage to relax long enough to smile at me, and I say the
only thing that's on my mind at the moment: "Wanna stay for the late
show?"
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