1 comments/ 44835 views/ 7 favorites Dinner & A Movie By: Just_John1 Dinner and a movie was the schedule for the evening. I had lusted after this woman for what seemed to be years. She was perfect, not too pretty, but definitely not hard to look at, long brown silky hair, Dark brown pools for eyes, pert breasts. Always wore thin cotton shirts and short skirts in the summer, turtlenecks and slacks in the winter. I had become entranced with her over the smallest thing. She came in my office in one of her turtlenecks and a single strand of pearls, looped under one of her breasts. Not overtly sexy but it brought my attention to her breasts. Never being a breast man (I am typically stopped in my tracks by a nice set of legs) I never really noticed what nice breasts she had. Anyway, I started noticing her on a regular basis. She never dressed overtly sexy, but never frumpy. She was trim without being skinny well proportioned but had absolutely fantastic nipples. They changed with her mood and I became to know them as her mood ring, (you know those things that were popular in the late sixties, early seventies that changed color with body temperature?). It took me several months, coming off a nasty break up, to finally ask her out on a date. "A date?" she asked me... "well perhaps not a date... how about you go to dinner and a movie and I'll just happen to be there?" I continued with a determined childish grin on my face. Fuck. I never guessed that she wouldn't be interested in going out with me. She'd always been so friendly, warm, with such a great sense of humor. We had laughed together over so many things in the past few months. Her nipples even became a source of humor. "your lights are on is anyone home?" and she would laugh at me, or she'd say "so you keep it cold in here just for me?" with a laughing tilt in her voice, and I'd laugh and say "absolutely!" and now she was shooting me down? Shit. "we'll try it as friends that just happen to be out at the same time ok?" Anything to avoid the utter humiliation of being shot down. I felt that I had betrayed myself, let my emotions out, told her my innermost secret and she had laughed at me. As I prepared for our not-a-date-date I had serious doubts whether I should go through with it, I actually picked the phone up to cancel twice but stopped when the excuse I had planned to use sounded hollow even to me. I had a flash of the MASH episode where Colonel Potter is telling Max "ok half your family died, then the other half you family died, then they died again..." and besides, I told myself, "you just asked her out to dinner and a movie you didn't profess undying love for her, for crying out loud." I decided to under dress on purpose. Jeans and a T shirt. What woman wouldn't fall instantly in love with a guy in jeans and a T shirt. Ok just about every woman I've ever met, but I wasn't thinking real straight. As I arrived I found her waiting for me. I wasn't late and found her readiness to be refreshing. I hadn't dated in twenty years and didn't really know what to do. Should I have brought flowers? I asked myself as I walked up to the door, "No this is a not-a-date-date." My thoughts ranged from should I shake her hand or try to give her a kiss on her cheek? This woman that I had spent so much time with at the office, that I was so comfortable with is now making me so uncomfortable I don't even know what to say. She settled it with a simple "Hi!" and that so sweet, pearly white, girl next door smile. My god she was beautiful to me with that smile. "Hi, you ready to go?" I asked. "No, I was waiting here for you so I can go back inside and wash my hair.." and then took pity on me as my face fell and I did the hurt puppy thing... "Yes I'm ready you goof" She seemed so at ease and I was so tense... the makings of a disastrous first not-a-date-date. I kept a respectful distance from her as we walked down to the car, she, bouncing down the steps with a youthfulness I had somehow missed in my longterm observation of her. I looked at her hand wanting to take it in mine but not having the testicular fortitude to take the chance of getting shot down so early. I didn't even know whether to open her door for her or not. Every single motion, action and decision seemed so immense to me at that moment. I decided that it couldn't hurt to be a gentleman and blew it off with a joke, "I know I shouldn't open your door for you, this not being a date date but I have to check the carpet on your side of the truck" Not funny but give me a break would you? We got in the truck (a pick up truck, but a nice one, without lettering on the side, extended cab, no gun rack) and as I started the truck her hand landed on mine on the center consol. I jerked my hand back as if it had been burned and could see her teeth in the darkness as she smiled at my discomfort. This just wasn't fair, how could she be so comfortable while I was so tense my shoulders hurt. Every time my hand found its way to the center consol (my typical pose while I drive) it seemed to contact hers, and every time I jerked it back, I felt like a total idiot. Here I am 40 years old acting like a teenager on his first date. But her hand finally trapped mine, I felt her fingers curl around mine and hold on, soft skin, long trim fingers, I should be ecstatic that she would hold my hand but what do you think my thoughts were? "MY God! How I'd love to feel those fingers wrapped around my cock." Followed instantly by such a litany of self recrimination, of course, reflected on my face that she asked if I was ok. "I'm fine." My short tense response. Could I make myself out to be more of an ass? Probably, don't ask the question or you'll find out. The restaurant in sight seemed to be my salvation, the holy grail, the oasis in the desert of my desperate quest to be myself with this woman. The dark Italian restaurant seemed such a good idea when I was setting this up, but now on this not-a-date-date, it seemed pretty ostentatious. The Maitre D smiled at us, told us that our table was ready and then winked at me. I wanted to tell him, look this is not a date! But wisely (for perhaps the first time that evening) kept my mouth shut. I was doing great, really, I was! I had started to relax and our banter was carefree and fun, as if we were long lost friends, I sat there and listened to her stories and her descriptions of good times and not only looked interested but was able to quell the arguments in my head long enough to truly enjoy her wit and intelligence. I told her of my sordid past, my mistakes, my struggles through my failed relationship and she really seemed interested. It was truly going so smooth I was actually thinking maybe I can get through this. And then... I felt her knee pressing against mine. OH FUCK! Now what do I do? Again the thoughts of not having dated in twenty years, what are the rules, this is different than a first date because we know each other, but this is a not-a-date-date. What are the rules? Being the first, original, idiot that I am, I ended up getting my leg pinned against the table leg, legs spread wide open trying to avoid contact, her ankle rubbing against mine. Now this is the exact situation I had fantasized about. She actually was interested in me but I was so uptight about not making an ass out myself (pretty damned difficult when it is inbred in my system) that I just wasn't reading any signals at all. Her leg rubbing mine, a sultry look on her face she leaned over and whispered to me in the most sexy subtle voice I had ever heard... "what turns you on?" I almost... almost but not quite, was so close to hiding the look of "say what?!" from coming across my face, but I couldn't hold back my mouth, the one that always seems to say exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time and uttered those words... "say what?!" "what are your kinks, what gets you hot?" "uhhhh ummmm well..." yes the consummate village idiot. Sex in an Italian restaurant, Sex in a theater, you, say anything you dolt. "lots of things I guess" That's fucking perfect you pervert, lots of things? Ok I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. "Like what?" and again that girl-next-door smile, the one that sets me off, the one that tells me that she could never enjoy all the kinky things that were so often the topic of my fantasies, the one that totally disarms me and gets me to tell her anything, with total honesty might I add. "I love to watch, make, experience a woman's orgasm... I don't know why its just what turns me on" I answered in total honesty. "You like to watch a woman masturbate? You like to lick a woman to orgasm? Or you like to fuck a woman to orgasm?" I couldn't believe that had come from her mouth. I would've never guessed she could even say those words much less in a restaurant across the table from me in public. But I have to admit, my cock, which had grown hard just from the contact with her leg, took an extra twitch at the words. "Is this just for your general fund of information? Or are you asking me this so we can experience them together?" now my brain was starting to work. This was a situation I was prepared for, had thought about a billion times (men think sex every six seconds right? I must have a hyperactive mind). And in that inimitable feminine way, just to be absolutely sure she keeps the indecision I'd been feeling all night going at blazing speed, her response, "I was just wondering" Now, what the fuck could that mean? Does that mean we're going to have a fuck fest and try every fantasy or is she just storing information to laugh about with her female friends. The nice thing about guys is you know what they are thinking at all times. Its always sex. What time is it? Is interpreted to how long ago or how long until I have sex. Did the plants get watered is interpreted into I'd like to fuck you in a jungle. Simple, pure. But women? Always play the edge and the least likely thoughts are the sex ones. "Ok, I told you now it's your turn." I tried to continue the conversation. "I have never tried it but fantasize a lot about being controlled... No pain no humiliation just controlled, to be used as a sex toy." I couldn't believe my ears. How I'd love to use her as a sex toy. One that cums over and over. "Sounds like a plan" is my brilliant response. My hardness aching in my jeans. Why didn't I wear the slacks, the ones with plenty of room for "growth" Did I get the "fuck me, here and now?" the "take me home and fuck me?" the "I've been masturbating under the table all evening and I'm going to cum?" Hell no! I got "the movie's going to start soon we should go." This not-a-date-date taking this turn it was easy to decide to pay the dinner tab. Finally, an easy decision. We sat down in the theater after holding hands the whole way there. I know, seems like such a small thing but in my mind this was taking a great turn. We sat down in the theater and watched through the previews. The theater wasn't very crowded which told me this movie probably wasn't very good. Some flick about some guy wanting to be another guy. Probably the most boring movie I have ever seen. My hand in hers was laying on her leg, her arm on the armrest. My fingers began to gently stroke the inside of her thigh. I tried to make it as nonchalant as I could but was aware that she could feel it when she sighed and slid a little lower in her seat, her legs parted slightly, my fingers trailing up her thigh as her body moved lower. I took it as a sign of disapproval when her hand slipped from mine and pulled my hand back to rest it on the arm rest. Her hand grabbed mine and pulled it back over to place it on her leg, sliding slowly up, to the hem of her skirt, then to her hand retracted. License having been given, my fingers trailed slowly up her thigh, tracing light circles. The movie totally forgotten, my fingers were getting closer and closer with each trailing circle. I glanced over at her to find her head back, eyes closed as my fingers came in first contact with her wet panties. My finger traced over her lips through her panties and her legs spread a little farther giving me better access... She whispered in my ear... "feels good.... Hmmmmmm" I could feel her softening, lubricating as my fingers centered on her clit, its hardness growing under the soft silky texture of her panties. I could feel the warmth emanating through the cloth, the growing moisture, I used her panties to put pressure on her clit as my fingers slightly penetrated her, I could feel her lips separating and feel her breathing change... Again the subtle "hmmmmm" sign of approval. My finger slid under the elastic and came into contact with her moistness direct. Her clit, wet, hard and pulsing under my circling fingertips, lightly but firmly caressing her pleasure center. "ohhhhh god that feels good... Please, please, make me cum...." So unexpected but so nice to hear as my fingers slid into her moistness. My fingers sliding slowly into her as my palm continued to rub circles on her clit. My cock was so hard I was certain it could cut glass. I felt her grab my wrist as I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my fingers, holding my hand against her, gripping with a strength I would've never guessed, her head sank down to my shoulder as her grunts came to my ear. I could feel the rhythmical contractions as the pleasure coursed through her tight stomach, and as I looked down at her breasts her nipples were as hard as I've ever seen them... She seemed in the depths of her orgasm when all of a sudden I felt a small gush of liquid against my palm, emanating from deep in her. "oh my god! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhhhh...." She cried through her orgasm, biting her lip to remain quiet, her entire body shuddered through an orgasm that seemed amazingly intense. As her contractions slowed down and peace took over her body I just sat there looking at her and rubbing her through the mini cum aftershocks. "oh my god! That felt good..." and that girl next door smile that seemed so out of place after ... But maybe I was beginning to interpret that innocent sweet smile a little differently now. "I don't do that often you know" and I looked at her to see an embarrassed smile on her face. "what? You don't cum often? Seems like something you should be able to control... I mean you always have your hand..." Why am I so dense? "Not what I meant you nut! I don't often cum hard enough to.... Ummmmm well you know." "No I really don't know" I'm so fucking brilliant. "You know... ummmm squirt. I made a mess" "Thank god for clean up crews" was my laughing response. "you mean it didn't gross you out? I had a boyfriend once that made me cum that hard and when I did he said Gross! And I never let myself cum that hard again with another person" What a fucking idiot. There is someone out there more fucked up than I am! "I found it the most erotic amazingly sexy thing I've ever experienced. I would love to actually see it happen!" "Let's get out of here... before the movie ends and I have to walk out with a wet spot on the back of my skirt in front of all these people." "Here take my jacket and tie it around your waist, no one will ever know" and with a conspiratorial giggle we got up and left. "where to now?" I asked her. "want to stop at my place for coffee or something?" "I'm not really in the coffee mood" and again I'm getting the mixed signals. She just wanted me to get her off and she is going to leave me with the worst case of blue balls I've had since I was fifteen and felt my first set of breasts. "but I could probably be talked into 'something'" and again that smile, that giggle as we pull onto my street. "Ok but on one condition" I tell her. Right, like any condition would keep me from ravishing this woman. "what's the condition" She asked "you serve as my sex toy while we're there..." No response, not a change in her expression, but she slid lower on the seat of the truck, her legs parting, her hand sliding down, lower and lower. No there is not a single thing I could've done to prolong the trip. She had to do that as we were pulling into the driveway. Even at one mile an hour it would've ended too soon. I stopped the truck and put it in park. As we walked in the door I started rushing around pickling up the lunch dishes sitting on the coffee table, throwing away the beer can I had left on the end table for two days, throwing the laundry in the laundry baskets from the piles I customarily live out of, who needs a dresser anyway. An embarrassed smile on my face, I finally turned to look at her. She was standing at the door, those pearls around her neck looped over one breast (does she do this on purpose or what?) standing slightly pigeon toed at the door. "Come on in... Its safe I promise... Ummmm I'm sorry I didn't expect you to come here after our not-a-date-date" "yes sir" was her response... I looked at her with raised eyebrows and she smiled at me. "Would you like a drink?" I asked her continuing the polite thing... "If that is your desire" Ok I didn't need neon signs, fire trucks with PA systems blaring or planes in the air pulling a written message to figure out what was going on here. "Sit on the couch" and she did! Just like that! I'm thinking I could get to like this. I'll try something a little more aggressive and see how far she's willing to take this. "pull your skirt up a little, let me see more of your legs" and again she did! Her fingers trailed over the inside of her thigh, small circles, with that wonderful smile on her face but with just a little aloofness in her expression this time, a little distance... "Do you want to cum for me?" I asked her... "yes sir, please" I was really beginning to like this master thing. "rub your clit for me but don't cum" and her fingers pulled her panties to the side as her fingers found her clit. Tracing circles around her clit her legs parted wide, heels on the coffee table completely open to my inspection as I stood across the room just watching her. "Don't stop, but don't cum" I said to her as I walked in the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of beer from my essentially empty fridge. As I walked back into the room I could tell she was close. Each staggering breath that she took was followed by a labored moan... "Ohhhhh unnnnnngh... So good.... Ohhhhh." The rise and fall of her chest was accentuated by the peaks of her erect nipples. When she finally heard me standing there as I tried to adjust my rock hard member... She said... "Please let me cum... Please... please... I need to cum so bad..." She was off in some world that centered around her pleasure that I was a part of but not. She had pulled up her shirt to expose her lacy bra, which was pulled down under one of her breasts. Her nipple had to be ¾ of an inch long, and standing straight up. As I watched one of her hands moved up to take it between her fingers and roll it... "please... I'll do anything you say if you'll only let me cum...." Her fingers remaining between her legs as she stood up to brush against me. Her free hand rubbing my cock thought my pants... "Pleeeeease..." "Stop touching yourself" was my responding command. "Ohhhhhh I can't I need to cum so bad!... Pleease..." I took the belt out of my robe laying on the stack of laundry in the laundry basket and wrapped it around her hands. Could she have gotten out of it? Probably, without too much effort. The boy scouts would not have certified my knot but would definitely have approved of the purpose! "Kneel on the couch" and I kneeled to face her, letting my hands travel over her body, palm barely touching the one exposed nipple, I unzipped and removed her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees in a puddle with her skirt. She was rocking back and forth and moaning... "oh pleeease please please... ohhhhhh please... make me cum... I'm yours just please make me cum." Dinner & A Movie... Dinner & A Movie: A Fantasy of Revenge Okay... It all starts innocently enough as a date for dinner and a movie. But given our inclination toward incessant mutual teasing in public places (especially restaurants), I know it will be anything BUT innocent. Of course, you always gain the upper hand in these tests of endurance. You are well aware of the power you hold over me, and you use it expertly. So winning at these little sexual pranks we play on each other is mere child's play for you. You possess strategic knowledge over your opponent, and it gives you the advantage every time. Knowing I melt at the very sight of you smoking, especially in public where I can do very little about it, always puts the proverbial "ball (or in this case; BALLS) in your court." But I don't mind. I'm a good loser. I look forward to jumping over the net to congratulate the victor by... FUCKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF HER PUSSY when we're finally alone! Anyway, here's the fantasy; We're sitting at our table in the restaurant. We've just ordered our meal. There are a few moments of silence during which we look deeply into each other's eyes. I can only gaze upon your exquisite facial features with a kind of awe and dumbstruck reverence. I'm captivated completely by the sexual beauty it projects. I'm already losing this "match." My cock instantly stiffens under the fabric of my slacks, as I watch you pluck a cigarette from your pack. Even the graceful way you hold the cigarette between your fingers brings a throb to my dick, and pre-cum starts to coat the inside of my pants. In a sexy whisper, you ask me for a light before placing the filter between perfectly painted lips. People are milling about. Waiters are dropping trays. Silverware clanks against flatware during the dinner rush. The world continues on around us with its unpredictable regularity. But my attention is riveted to those full lush lips making contact with that lucky filter (Huh..."Lucky Filter." Unintentional humor there. Sorry.). My hands are noticeably trembling as I clumsily strike the flint of my lighter and bring the flame to touch the tip of your cigarette. You steady my hand with your own, knowing full well what is happening to my composure, and draw in the first drag. You know you've won. Even before you exhale the heady cloud into my face, you are aware that the game is in your favor. Then the naughty and torturous side of your personality begins to emerge. You decide at that point to tease me almost to the moment of climax, but never intending to bring me off...never intending to put me out of my misery. You drop the hand holding the lipstick-stained cigarette into my lap, and grasp the aching head of my boner through the soaked fabric. "This is too easy." you mutter under your breath, as your tight squeezing grip brings a stifled groan from my dry lips. My dick is standing straight up by then. I let out a moan as you begin squeezing and fucking just the bloated head with your hand. Smoke from your cigarette rises up to my face. And I start to feel the explosion fast approaching. At this point, I'm bucking my hips, trying to fuck the cloth-covered head of my throbbing boner into your squeezing fist. I'm just about to erupt a huge load of cum through my pants and all over your hand, when you suddenly and purposefully pull your hand away, leaving me to shake and shutter at the very edge of blissful relief! "Later my darling," you say with a wry smile playing upon your lips. "There will be plenty of time for this later, back at our room." I almost feel as though I'm playing the part of "Gomez" to your "Morticia" in a twisted scene from an episode of "The Addams Family." I think Charles Addams would not have published this in his comic strip, though! I sit there in disbelief, looking into your eyes. My mind is trying to justify how you can be so intentionally cruel. Both frustration and anger replace the feeling of complete ecstasy I was experiencing only moments before. And I find myself caught between wanting to grab your hand and place it around my jerking prick once again forcing you to jack my stiff cock, or finishing the job myself! Instead, I muster what is left of my dignity and self-control. I calm myself down and begin to concoct a plan to rectify this injustice. Then it all crystallizes in my brain! Just like a fortuneteller gazing into a crystal ball, the future presents itself to me in unquestionable clarity! The exact same load of hot cum you are denying me from blowing off into my pants...That same sticky jit, will end up exploding in fat lines across your sexy face.... In the theater...Yes! The dark movie theater! THERE is where revenge will become mine! The theater is crowded as expected. I can hardly contain myself as we make our way into the lobby. The ticket taker rips both tickets in half and hands our halves back to us. I suggest getting popcorn before finding our seats. You think that this is a good idea. So we walk up to the candy concession and I order the largest tub available. With tub in hand, I lead the way into the darkened theater. We immediately find secluded seats in the middle of a back row in the smoking section of an upper balcony. (Hey, this is my fantasy. This theater allows smoking, okay?) After sidestepping our way into the row, we sit in our seats and begin to get settled in. Just before you can light your first cigarette, I stop you. "Ah honey! I forgot." I say in a whining tone. "Soda! I forgot to get us something to drink. Could you be a sweetheart and go get us a large soft drink?" "Sure, I'll be right back. Keep my seat warm. And DON'T eat all the popcorn." you say in a motherly scold, as you rise from the seat, lean down and give me a sexy peck on the lips. "Hmm. Don't worry," I say with a distant sly grin. "I won't start without you." Somehow lightly in the back of your mind, a tiny warning bell peals. For a split instant that statement strikes you as being a bit odd, and a little out-of-place. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something doesn't feel right. You smile back at me, while standing there looking down at me for a moment. But as you turn to leave you mentally shrug off the feeling, and off you go on your errand. I crane my neck, watching you waddle down the row and into the isle. As soon as you are safely out of sight, I put my vengeful plan into action. I remove a small pocketknife from my pants. My cock begins to stiffen again as I cut an almost perfect circle in the bottom of the popcorn bucket. Making certain that no one is taking notice to my movements; I quickly unzip my trousers and extract my already hardened prick out into the dim light of the theater. I slowly impale the bucket over my protruding member and into the environment of the warm, buttery popcorn. My cock becomes completely coated during the decent. It actually feels rather good. The slippery warmth penetrates my stiff pole. My dick responds by getting even harder and pre-cum begins to flow from the piss-slit almost in a steady flow, and mixes with the butter. I try to gain my composure as you appear in the isle and side-step your way back up the row, and you take your seat beside me once again. "I'm back sweetie. Is Coke okay with you?" "Fine!" I choke loudly, "*Ahem*...Just fine." "Mick. Is there something wrong?" you query. Once again, your keen sense of perception is not failing you. You've always amazed me with you extraordinary ability to see through the thickest façade. "No," I retort with a squirm, trying my hardest to act naturally, but almost melting under the pressure of your inquisitional stare. "No. What could be wrong?" "I don't know. You're acting kind of peculiar." "No, I'm okay. This seat is just a little uncomfortable, that's all." I return quickly. "Would you like to move down a bit?" you offer. "There are a few empty seats right down ther…" "No." I say, cutting you off. "I'll be fine. Beside, the view of the screen is much more centered here. If we move down, we'll have to crane our necks to watch the movie. Really. I'm fine here." "Are you sure?" you ask finally. "Yes. I'm fine." I say, hoping I'm convincing enough. "Do you mind if I have that cigarette now?" you ask, suddenly looking down and fumbling around in your purse for the pack and your lighter. (*WHEW* "I'm glad that's over!" I think to myself. You almost had me at the net!) "No. Go ahead." I say, with a relaxed breath. "Although I may find it difficult to pay any attention to the film." "Auh. You're sweet." you chuckle, as you deftly pull a tapered B&H Deluxe Menthol from the pack and gently balance it between the "V" of your slender fingers. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and place the filter between your luscious lips. When you are about to light it, I snatch the lighter from your grasp. "Allow me." I say in a gallant tone. I flick the lighter into action and hold it out to you. "Mmm. Thank you." You smile around the filter, your eyes shinning from the reflected light of the movie screen. You lean in to catch the flame, holding the cigarette between those delectable lips. The light from the flame illuminates your features as you lean over to except. It's flickering brilliance replaces the light from the screen in your eyes, and you look dazzling in the effect. It is during simple moments such as these in which your absolute beauty completely overwhelms me! You captivate me, leaving me breathless and trembling. My cock begins to throb within the tub, while gazing upon you in this light. You are unaware of me swooning as you suck the flame into your cigarette. Once lit, you lean back into the seat while taking this first sensuous drag. Your beautiful exhale, lit by the flickering light from the projector, shows magnificently in the air above your lips. Its cloud surrounds us as my cock gives another pleasurable twitch in the buttery tub. After a second drag, you place your hand in the bucket and fetch a few kernels to eat. Time seem to pass slowly as you sit there smoking sexily and eating. The popcorn level begins to drop lower and lower in the bucket...getting closer to the level of the head of my seeping cock. I know that at any time now, your hand will make contact. Its going to be difficult not to cum with your first touch, I think to myself. My butter coated prick throbs and twitches so hard, I fear its erratic movements will knock popcorn out of the tub! Finally, your buttery hand reaches into the tub again. But instead of buttered kernels, your fingers touch something smoother. Unknowingly you grip my waiting bloated cock head and try to pull it out. You pull and pull, but your hand cannot dislodge this foreign object! From your prospective it seems to be heavy, or that it's firmly attached to the bottom of the bucket. Each slippery tug brings me closer to spurting hot butter of my own! I watch from the corner of my eye as you take a drag from your cigarette and a look of puzzlement creased your lovely face. "W-what in the world...?" you say as you lean over to get a closer look in the tub. Your painted, and buttery lips part in a gasp, as you realize what it is you've been trying to remove. "Oh! I don't believe you Mick!" you say in an indignant, breathless whisper. Your eyes are flashing back into mine. They are on fire with both a disbelieving anger, and an emerging excitement. "Is this because I wouldn't bring you off back at the restaurant?!" I nod sheepishly, averting my eyes from your pitying stare, and lower my head in shame. All of a sudden I'm feeling quite stupid for this sick, idiotic attempt at revenge. But somehow I'm confident that this whole ordeal will end in my favor! "Okay mister!" You say with an evil, sexy smile on your lips. "You've made your bed. Now you're gonna have to lie in it." With that, you plunge your hand all the way to the bottom of the tub. You coat your hand with a fresh supply of slippery butter, grab the base of my aching boner and begin a steady jacking motion up and down it's rigid length. Popcorn starts to fall out of the bucket as you jerk off my stiff prick with your butter-coated fist. During this whole time, you continue smoking and watching the film, occasionally turning to blow smoke into my perspiring face. You soon lose all interest in the film and begin to really get into jerking me off inside the bucket of popcorn. The naughtiness of this unlikely situation gets the best of you. Your pulse rate jumps higher, and your breathing quickens to match my own with every slick buttery stroke your hand makes in this obscene public hand job. My ass squirms in the seat, and my hips begin a herky-jerk movement trying to fuck up into your squeezing, well-greased fist, as I feel a bone shattering orgasm quickly approaching. I know it will not take long since you almost had me shooting off back at the restaurant. And I know that you are not going to get out of this one. I will make certain that you see it through. You are breathing pretty heavy now, knowing I'm close to shooting off in your hand. Imagining my erupting cock sending volleys of boiling cum high into the air above the popcorn tub, only to fall back down into the tub and all over my lap, has you breathless and on the verge of orgasm. You take a deep drag from your lipstick-coated cigarette and then leaned over to see what is happening. Just as you start to exhale, I put the last phase of my plan into affect. I grip the back of your head and coax your beautiful lips over the bucket, forcing you to blow your smoke onto my dripping cock head. The cone-shaped exhale issuing from your pursed lips blows over my cock and the popcorn before the bucket's shape forces the smoke back into your face. Once done, I push your smoky lips onto my buttery dick, impaling your sweet mouth. You moan in surprise. Your head, due to the applied force of my hand, fluidly moves up and down my stiff throbbing dick until I can take no more. With every hot stroke of your lips, slimy pre-cum mixed with sweet butter to coat your tongue and my balls begin to boil. The first hard spurt shoots to the back of your throat with such force, you have to pull your mouth off my pulsing prick head in order to swallow. This doesn't matter to me...this is what I want to see in the first place! I hold your head in place just above the tub as my cock shoots another forceful string of jit. It skids along your cheek and drips over your dangling earring. Two more fat ropes of hot life-giving sperm explode against your face! AHHH!! Bull's-eye!! They slap in sticky lines across those lush lips that just a minute ago blew teasing smoke over the aching head. My cock rears back and forcefully propels another three sticky ropes of pent-up jit across your nose and other cheek. By this time, my runny cum completely coats your face and is dripping back down into the bucket, all over the popcorn and the squirting head of my prick. Your lips are parted in a perpetual gasp as I cream all over them and all over the rest of your lovely face. Finally, the heavy spurts of jit subside. My cock pulses out the dregs to flow over the head in slow rivers. Hot cum cascades down my throbbing tool, and off your lips and cheeks, falling into the bucket and over its contents soiling the kernels even more. Your breathing starts to return to normal. You lift your face from over the tub and sit back in the seat. I lean over and kiss your cummy lips as we both lick the jism and butter from your face. "Game and match," I say with a cocky smile... we both begin to laugh. Dinner and a Movie In my mid-twenties, I lived for a couple of years with a girl named Han. Han was originally from Vietnam, but grew up near Montreal. She was 5' 1" with a great body, though in somewhat miniature proportions. Han's most attractive features were her face with its flawless skin and her full sensual mouth. As for me, I was 6', about 180lbs, with green eyes and at the time short brown hair. Our apartment was close to downtown Montreal and if we went out for the night we could usually walk or hop on the metro for a short ride home. After a few drinks, depending on our moods, the trip home could sometimes be a bit of an adventure. One time after a night out near old Montreal we decided to head to Chinatown for a snack, before going home. On the way there we cut through a parking lot off rue St Laurent. There at the edge of the parking lot were a couple of whores looking for business. In fact, even though Han was with me they still flashed us their pussies and shouted out some offers. Being a little drunk I gestured to Han and asked, "How much for her?" One of them said she'd lick Han's pussy for fifty bucks. With my arm around her I put a bemused Han forward as my counter offer, "How much would you pay for her to lick your pussies?" They laughed, but of course they wouldn't offer us a thing. They did say that for forty dollars each, that we could both lick their pussies. I said that I just wanted to see my girlfriend lick a pussy, but if I could jerk off on one of their pussies for a twenty, my girlfriend would lick them clean. Then I added, "She's really good." One of them said yes, but still wanted forty dollars. When I said we'd think about it and we started walking away, one of the whores called out from behind, "You can do me for thirty." Han getting into the spirit shouted back, "Twenty five!" The whore insisted on thirty, saying that five dollars wasn't too much for us, but it was a lot for her. Being a student at the time, I felt that she didn't really appreciate that state of my finances. I probably didn't have the same drug expenses, but I also couldn't generate her cash flow. As a matter of fact, to pay I would have had to borrow the money from Han. "We're going to go get something to eat and think about it," I said. "Maybe we'll be back." "OK, twenty-five," the hooker said as we walked away. From across the street I called back, "We'll probably be back in fifteen minutes." Han and I talked about it, as we walked to restaurant and even though we were a bit drunk we had to agree it was too risky. As an idea it would have been wild to have Han lick my cum off a street hooker's pussy, but in the real world it would have been an insane chance to take. Referring to these girl's as whores might seem as a little course and uncharitable, but this was the city's red-light district and a particularly seedy one at that. It definitely wouldn't be the right place for Richard Gere to find Julia Roberts. All fun and games aside these girls were tough. We could easily get robbed in addition to contracting a life altering STD. At the restaurant there were two topics of conversation that dominated our meal. As to be expected our conversation began in excited hushed tones about Han's close brush with cunnilingus. We were both so turned on and we talked about trying to find another girl to be with us, including calling an escort. The longer we were at the restaurant though, the more our talk began to note the glacial pace of service. Apparently late night dining was a bad time for dim sum. The carts that brought the food were infrequent and since our table was consistently the last stop for the servers, by the time they got to us the selections were slim. Han and I were both pretty adventurous eaters, but the remaining parts and entrails in the steamers were much less tempting than even the pussy on offer outside in the parking lot. We ended up ordering off the menu just to get fed, so we could get out of there. After we ate we headed up to rue Ste. Catherine with the intention of taking the metro home. Since it still wasn't too late and the weather was pretty nice for late November, we just kept walking west along Ste. Catherine though downtown. Rue Ste. Catherine is the main street in Montreal's downtown core. The street has a lot of retail on it and bars off on its side the streets. Another common feature popping up every few blocks were amusement arcades. At street level the arcades were filled with video games and in their basements they had peep show booths. In the booths you could lock the door, feed in change and watch porn. They had a huge variety of channels and while not comparable to the internet today, still had plenty to offer for someone looking to jerk off. After a night out when we felt like a nasty place to fuck, sometimes Han and I would pop down into one of these arcade basements to watch some porn and act out some of our own. As we walked along Ste. Catherine the plan was forming in my head that tonight would be a good night for just that. As we approached the first arcade on our walk I smiled and mentioned to Han, "Feel like watching a movie?" "I don't know, we're too limited in there," she said. She was right too. As usual Han was every bit as horny as me, if not more and had an agenda of her own. It was fun to fuck in the porn booths, but you're kind of crammed in with limited space. Also the aftermath of some sex isn't best combined with a sloppy trip home on public transit. "Think of it as the preliminary to tide us over until we get home," I said. Han gave me a bit of a leery glance, which was an expression that I was quite familiar and said, "Alright, but no AI!" AI was Han's shorthand for anal intercourse. Han knows how much I loved to fuck her ass, but understandably she's more comfortable with a gaping ass full of cum in the privacy of our apartment. "Totally agree," I said, and with that point settled we headed in. I got some change for the booths and we meandered over towards the stairs. It always felt a little shameful slipping into the basement. I have no idea if anyone really notices, but since it would seem no mystery what anyone going downstairs is up to, it always felt like all eyes were on us. For me that step into the stairwell was really the hard part. Downstairs, this particular place was a little different from some of the other arcade peep shows in Montreal. The other ones, or at least the ones that I'd been to only had booths, but this one also had a little theater. Looking towards the theater, I said to Han, "Let's see what it's like in there." To get inside you put your coins into a slot by the entrance and then passed through a revolving door. The door was like the type found in some subway stations that are designed to let people pass in only one direction. Feeding in our money, we then squeezed through together for the price of one. It was actually quite small inside. It was about six rows, with three or four seats on each side of the center aisle. We slowly moved down the aisle looking for seats. It was hard to see until our eyes adjusted to the darkness and by then we were at the front row. Looking towards the back we could see that we were far from alone in the theater. Scattered about were a number of film buffs enjoying a night out at the movies. Not surprisingly the film goers were dispersed throughout and there was enough of them that there wasn't a single row that we could have to ourselves. We slid into a row close to the middle that had a guy sitting against the wall at the end. He muttered something in French when we sat down, apparently not appreciating the prospect of jerking off so close to others with similar plans. Jerking off in a dark room full of guys was fine, but obviously a modicum of privacy was still preferred. I let Han in to the row and took the seat beside her on the end. At first we just sat there, both acclimatizing ourselves to this unusual place. Looking around, no one other than the guy in our row seemed to take any notice of us. I'm pretty sure that no one even realized that there was a female among them. Han was pretty bundled up. She was wearing an old leather jacket of mine and a big fleece hat. Her outerwear was so over-sized on her that Han's form was completely lost. I know the guy beside us didn't realize she was a girl, because when Han and I started to play with one another we heard another remark from him directed our way. He hissed "Maudit tapettes!" This time I understood, in English this roughly translates as, 'Fucking faggots!" We ignored him and Han helped me open her pants and slide them down. We pulled them down over her hips, just low enough to give my hand free access to properly play with her wet pussy. The flickering light of the movie screen was enough to illuminate the smooth skin of Han's sweet mound. At this point I think our neighbor began to figure things out. He would have now been able to see the most neatly trimmed pussy with just a small patch of straight black hair barely peeking out from under my hand. Every so often, while getting Han off, I would pull my hand up from her pussy and we'd take turns tasting the juices on my fingers. At one point as Han licked my finger clean I noticed our once homophobic neighbor's attention was becoming more focused on the glistening pussy next to him, instead of the other ones appearing up on the screen. Han came to a shuddering orgasm and pulled my finger up to her mouth for one more taste, before leaning over to free my cock. My cock was already hard and beginning to ooze pre-cum. Han licked the clear fluids leaking from the eye of my cock and then took me into her mouth. I tried to watch a bit of the movie, as Han's soft mouth worked on me, but I found I was really too consumed by the environment to really pay much attention to the porn. It wasn't just because of what we were doing and where we were doing it, it was also because of the attention that we were beginning to attract. Aside from the neighbor in our row, I could see that a couple of guys across the aisle were glancing in our direction and the guy in front of us was beginning to steal peeks back at us too. Since it was kind of a spontaneous suggestion, I'm not sure what I was really expecting by coming in to this little porn cinema. I suppose that I thought we could fuck in the dark and that we might get noticed, but I didn't really consider that we would become a spectacle. It was a strange feeling, but with Han sucking my cock it was hard to mind. Han was too busy at the moment to offer a comment of her own, but I suspect that she was feeling much the same. I knew that Han liked to take chances with public sex, but I also knew that she hates to get caught. Once a security guard caught us fucking up besides the Student Union building at McGill (to keep with our film theme the building is named after William Shatner) and Han was soooo embarrassed. He just told us to get out of there, but Han was still beside herself with shame. I thought it was hilarious, more so because of her reaction. Seriously, anyone fucking in public has to realize that getting caught is always a possibility and it kind of seemed like Han was unaware aware of that risk. This time in the theater though, Han didn't seem to mind. Then again, this wasn't exactly the same thing as getting caught. Looking down at Han's profile as she sucked my cock always left me struck by a sense of my own great fortune. How lucky was I to have this girl whose face alone was such a thing of beauty. It was also a beauty that I never tired of seeing corrupted in Han's ever eager willingness to enjoy my cock and cum. As good as Han's blow job felt I wanted these wankers to see more of her. I wanted to show her off. I pulled Han up from my cock and stood her in front of me, then slid her pants down to her ankles and lowered her towards my cock. Han reached between her legs and helped guide my cock into her ready pussy. Han was so wet and hot that her tight little pussy hardly offered any resistance. I had Han on my lap slow riding my cock, while we were being watched. Han shook a foot free from her pants to spread her leg a little wider. She still had on her open coat and I began to feel under her shirt and fondle her breasts. As we fucked I began to lift Han's shirt more and more, soon having her shirt and bra bunched up over her tits. Han's lovely body was effectively naked from tits to toes. The glow from the movie screen flickered its sheen of light on Han's immaculate skin. The only parts of her that didn't shine in the movie light were her dark nipples, but they were no less beacons for the eyes in the theater. As we fucked our neighbor moved closer. I guess that he was beginning to warm up to us. Also the guy in the row in front of us had now turned sideways in his seat. It was easy to tell from the motion of his shoulder that he was quite busy stroking his dick, as he studied right up close the nakedness of my girlfriend's body writhing on my cock. At one point he hesitantly reached towards Han's tit, but I stopped him and pushed hand away. Moving again our neighbor slide into the seat right beside us where Han previously sat and when I looked down I could see his cock in his hand. He was a backhanded stroker and I noticed that Han was looking down at his dick too. I'd like to think it was just his technique that interested her, but as I learned during my time with Han, she loved cocks and loved being able to make them happy. A few guys across the aisle had now completely turned their attention from the movies towards us. One of them a few rows up from us actually tapped a guy ahead of him in the front to draw his attention to Han and me fucking. Then one after the other the two of them left their seats to for new ones right across the aisle from us. While having a live sex act featuring an extremely hot girl as an alternative to watching it up on the screen was understandably something to see, I was still a little surprised at the group interaction among anonymous peepshow masturbators. As tuned on as I was, this group dynamic was a little disconcerting. "Still good?" I whispered to Han. "I think so, I want you to cum in me and then we'll go," Han said. Han was leaning off to the side and I realized that she was fondling our neighbor's cock. Actually to be more precise, she had his cock in her hand and he was guiding her hand up and down his shaft. I hadn't really given his dick much of a look before, but with Han's hand wrapped around it I found myself staring. It was kind of a short stubby dick that was surprisingly thick and honestly it looked kind of gross. The head of his cock was almost completely covered in a white paste. He seemed like a middle aged guy and he had a fat hairy belly that rolled to a stop ahead of the slimy nub that he had my girlfriend stroking. The guy in front of us was looking between me and the cock in my girlfriend's hand, as if to say it's not fair that that I wouldn't let him feel her tits. He had a point, and in fact I was kind of pissed off to see Han's hand on this other guy's dick, but it also made me almost lose control of my cock. I looked down again and to see that our neighbor was cumming. Short spurts of cum were oozing out of his dick and running down all over both their hands. When our neighbor pulled his hand away Han continued to fondle his cock which seemed to already be shrinking down to little more than a fleshy puddle of jism in her hand. I nodded an approval to the guy in front of us and with that he reached over his seat and began running his hand all over Han's tits and midriff. I could hear Han take a deep breath every time he squeezed her nipples. Han's tits weren't that big, but they had great form and her nipples were so beautiful. Her nipples were so thick and pert, that it was hard to keep my hands or mouth of them. By now there was a guy standing in the aisle beating off right beside us. I was really starting to worry about losing control of the situation. They obviously weren't all there together, but there was just more boldness than I was expecting from a group of people jerking off in a darkened movie theater. I just needed to unload in Han and then we'd leave. Han's tits were giving the guy in front of us what he needed to get off. I could see his funny orgasm face and Han released a moan of both pleasure and pain when he squeezed her tits with his climax. After a moment for recovery his hand surrendered it hold on Han's tit and while that hand fell away he reached across with his other cum cover hand and lathered his load all over my girlfriend's naked skin. Han leaned back against me and at the same time I grasped her waist driving my cock into her as deep I could. With Han's eyes rolling back in her head, she shook and moaned in the throes of another orgasm. Han let go our neighbor's cock and brought her cum covered hand to her breasts and with both hands massaged the mixture of these two strangers cum into her tits. She didn't object when the man in front of us found her mouth with his cum covered hand. Han opened her mouth, accepted his fingers and sucked them like they were a pair of small cocks. She sucked and licked the cum from his fingers without a hint of reservation. At that point, holding tight around Han's waist with my cock deep inside her, it was my turn. I felt the cum surge from my cock to fill Han's pussy. My orgasm had a bit of an uncontrolled feel to it and I think I felt it more throughout my body than just localized to my cock. It was a different feeling than what I was used to and it felt wildly draining. I might have enjoyed the feeling a little longer, but suddenly the guy jerking off in the aisle came quickly toward us and practically jumped us. He was completely leaning on us and grinding his cumming cock against Han's naked thigh. The jolt of this guy on top of us had the effect snapping us out of our sexual haze. "Get the fuck off!" I boomed while delivering a forearm to his chest. In his off balance position, my blow managed to knock him off us and on to the floor. He fell awkwardly spewing cum all over himself. "I think we better get the hell out of here," I said to Han. Catching the same vibe Han said, "Yeah, me too." The guy bounced up from the floor and I stood up too with Han behind me pulling pants back on. He didn't seem happy, but I might have looked a little too big for him to make anything of it. There was another guy behind him though who started making a comment in French that I didn't understand. Whatever it was that he was saying, it didn't sound too friendly. The guy from the floor and this other guy began crowding up to us as we were quickly gathering ourselves to leave. When Han had her pants back up, we pushed past them. One of them grabbed my coat sleeve as we headed toward the exit and I jerked my arm away with enough force to pull him off balance. He let go and we quickly made our way out. Once we were up stairs in the arcade I knew we were fine. We headed out the door and grabbed a cab. With the curtain down on the night's performance, we grabbed a cab home for a more private encore. The rest is another story. Dinner and a Movie We've had all kinds of scheduling problems lately. Between our various commitments, and various emergencies of various sorts, it almost comes as a surprise to us that our date night arrives, unheralded with drama or interruption. I arrive at your apartment to pick you up, at precisely 7:59 pm, and find that you're already ready to go. You glance disparagingly at my car keys, and inform me that we will be taking your car. I smile, as you know that I don't like driving anyway, and riding in your car will leave me free to soak in your ambiance all night. We have reservations at 8:30 for a local "European Wine Bar". Neither of us have ever been to Le Marseilles, but it got good reviews on Yelp, so why not. On the drive there, I can't seem to get my eyes off of you. You're a vision of beauty tonight. You catch me staring, and that smirk that drives me wild springs onto your face, as you playfully slap my leg and redirect my attention off of your legs. As we pull in to the parking lot and park the car, we both immediately lean in and share a long, slow, passionate kiss. You feel me lose myself in the emotion and lust of it, and my hands automatically begin to roam. You pull away and slap my leg playfully again, reminding me that we've got a long night ahead. As a smirk plays across your face, it's clear to both of us that you know exactly what effect you're having on me. The restaurant seems from the outside to be a bit of a dive, and it's clear that in its not-to-distant past, it must have been. However, they're clearly trying to make it into a more high-end place, and the inside is clean and the service is extremely attentive and formal. The food is surprisingly good. We make conversation, talking intently about absolutely nothing and just relishing each other's presence. While the food is quite good, the alcohol is very expensive, so we limit ourselves to one bottle between the two of us. Even so, it eventually goes right through me, and I excuse myself to visit the restroom. As I prepare to relieve myself in the urinal, I start at a sudden tap on the shoulder and turn to see you there. It seems that the woman's room is occupied, and rather than wait, you just decide to use the toilet in the men's room, knowing I'm the only man in there. You look down and see that I'm exposed, and take a few minutes to trace your fingers along me. I stiffen up almost instantly, and you smirk again. "Good luck peeing in that condition!" as you disappear into the stall. Smiling and mumbling to myself, it takes me a little longer to take care of business than usual, but I still beat you back to the table. After we finish our meal and take care of the bill, we head out to your car and hop in. I lean over to kiss you, and you indulge me for one passionate moment, before smirking and telling me to get the fuck back in my seat, as we don't want to miss the movie. The whole way there, we make small talk about what we're expecting from this movie, and how we feel it will stack up against other movies we like from the action/drama genre. The car is a manual transmission, so your hand is frequently operating the shifter. Without mentioning it at all, and acting completely casually, it frequently strays, wandering over to my leg, and on a few occasions, further up into my crotch. You act as though nothing's happening, and we continue to chat as we drive to the movie. When we arrive, you park the car, and lean over and we make out for a minute or so. I'm so ready to go that my erection is straining against my pants, desperate to be freed. As my hands hold your face and stroke your neck, you giggle into my mouth and shove me away, pointing out that we are here to see a movie. As I reluctantly agree and begin to try to adjust my pants, you look down at them pointedly, then back up at me, and I see that look on your face that confirms that this is all part of your master plan somehow. I begin to wonder if I will survive this night. We get some popcorn and some sodas and settle in to watch the movie. This theater has the nice seats, where the armrests slide up out of the way and the seats themselves recline. We huddle close to each other for comfort, and watch what turns out to be a relatively mundane, but steamy action movie. We keep the fooling around to a minimum, as there are other people present, but the occasional wandering hand isn't a problem. The frequent sex scenes keep my mind on what I want to do with you later, but at the same time, the quiet companionship fulfills a need deep in my soul to share time with you. We stay seated together throughout the movie, just relaxing, secure in the comfort of our shared companionship. The movie eventually comes to an end, and we head out of the theater and back to the car. The energy is palpable now, as we are clearly both keyed up and ready to consummate the evening in a night of passionate love. We jump into the car and pull out, keying the navigation system with the address as we go. There's only one good route from the movie theater back towards your house, and we head that way. However, after we get about halfway there, we realize that there's some kind of a problem, as the road ahead turns into a solid wall of brake lights. As we start to slow down, the navigation system helpfully chirps up with a warning that there is an accident ahead, on our only route home... and the estimated travel time jumps from 10 minutes to nearly 45 minutes. Without even a glance in my direction, you quickly take the next exit, and begin driving on the surface streets instead of the highway. I'm a little confused, as my understanding of the street layout here was that the highway was our only option, but I trust you and so just wait patiently. The navigation system is freaking out, and insisting loudly and stridently that you are GOING THE WRONG WAY, so we turn it off. We seem to be in a housing complex from the look of it, but it appears to be one that's still under construction, or at least many of its homes are. You suddenly pull into one driveway, for a house that is clearly unfinished, and say your first words since leaving the highway. "Get in the back, now!" I sit there stupefied for a second, before sudden comprehension dawns and I'm suddenly clumsy and uncoordinated as I scramble into the backseat of your car. I arrive and look up and you're right there and now there is no pretense or tease or hint of gamesmanship. The naked desire in your eyes hits me to my very core, and I know you can see the need mirrored in my face and body as well. We kiss, frantically, passionately, sloppily, with no subtlety or technique, just letting our raw passion flow over each other. My hands are immediately on the back of your head, your neck, your back, your ass, then back up, pawing frantically at your top. You pull back for a second and rip the top over your head, and as you do, I lean in and kiss your neck and chest while my hands expertly pop the bra loose in two fluid motions. I begin to kiss and caress down your body, as you lean back into the seat moaning as I kiss and lick and suck your beautiful tits. I can taste and smell you and the heat of your body is driving me into a lust that drives my soul. I kiss down to your abdomen, my hands on your ass, and suddenly you shove me back. Once you've got some space, you quickly shift to the middle of the seat, and throw your legs up, one over each front seat. I see that at some point in the shuffle your tight pants came off somehow, and you are now naked before me in all your glory. I only get a second or two to take in the view, before you grab me and pull me to you, shoving my head down towards your beautiful pussy. I take a deep breath as I arrive, getting high off of the smell of lust and sex and desire, filling my lungs and soul for the wondrous task ahead. I begin to slowly lick, shoving my tongue down below your sweet opening, and dragging it up, firmly but softly, all along your lips and past your clit. After every few strokes, I tilt my head or adjust my neck to change the angle, but I keep a solid and consistent pace, lapping up all of your arousal and reveling in the taste and sensations. I begin to feel your body respond, as the wetness increases, and your clit begins to protrude from its anointed place. I greet it, warmly and happily, wrapping my lips around it and kissing it softly as I feel you moan. I continue to lick from your cunt to your clit, beginning to focus more and more on the area around your clit with broad, slow strokes. I feel you whimper slightly, and then your hands are on the back of my hair, pulling my face into you. I pick up the pace, and increase the pressure, using my lips and nose to push back the surrounding skin and expose your lovely bud more openly. I lick directly at it, more firmly, slowly increasing the pace, now licking under it, around it, caressing it, and flicking at it occasionally with a firm swipe of my tongue. Your moans escalate, now clearly heard as well as felt, and you pull at me more insistently. With another deep breath, I rededicate myself to my appointed task, now licking rapidly and with abandon at your clit and pussy. I alternate, sometimes holding my head still and working my lips and tongue frantically, other times holding my tongue immobile and flipping my neck back and forth, rapidly varying the pattern and pressure of my tongue on your clit. I can feel your pussy flowing more copiously now, the taste different, more intense, more insistent, your body pulsing against me, your moans filling the night air, your hands gripping at me, until suddenly I hit upon some specific stroke or combination and you shudder and clamp my head firmly in place. Taking the hint, I repeat the last sequence, and am rewarded with a happy shudder, but no slackening of the grip. I repeat it, again and again, swirling my tongue over your clit in a rough but precise pattern, harder and harder, faster and faster. You are moaning and thrashing against my face, but holding my face in place with your arms, and there is no longer any possibility of stopping. I begin to feel lightheaded, the oxygen deprivation setting in, as I have not been able to breathe in at least a little while. I don't care. If I'm going to pass out from lack of air, this is how I'm prepared to go. My body protests, screaming warnings down my neurons and into my brain, a million years of evolution trying to trigger panic and escape. I take all of that energy, all of that adrenaline, and channel it into my task, my divine work, my upper thoughts fading from importance as my mind dedicates itself to the pattern, the pattern, the pattern, the repetition, nothing else exists in this world, awareness fading... Suddenly you shove at my head, and break up the pattern, and as I take the opportunity for a deep breath, I can hear you now mumbling something half-coherent and feel you shuddering. My breath taken and my mind restored, I lean back in, but rather than touch your hyper-stimulated clit, I begin to slowly, lovingly, softly, just tongue your pussy, lapping at it patiently. I can feel you flow, as the orgasm finishes working its way through you, and I continue to lick, gently, gradually bringing you down, basking in your post-orgasmic glow and juices. After a minute or two of that, I feel you start to shift your weight, and scoot over so you can pull your legs down and sit up. You look at me, silently, and we stare into each other's souls for a minute, just experiencing our connection, and letting it soak into us, our shared connection deepening with our shared experiences. My erection begins to regrow, and my desire for you deepens. You notice the obvious physiological response, and that wonderful smirk plays across your face again. You lean in, close, kiss me once, and whisper in my ear... "I think the traffic's probably let up. Put your pants on silly, it's time to go home." The teasing may kill me... But what a way to go! Dinner and a Movie We got home from work, decided neither one of us wanted to cook, so we changed clothes and popped out to one of our local favorite restaurants for dinner. Our banter is light, but we can both detect a sexual undertone to it all, realizing that once we get home all the clothes will be coming off and we'll spend quite a bit of the weekend that way! I spring it on you as we finish out dinner that nearby is a movie theater showing something inane, and we both smile as I pay the check and we head over there, hand in hand. I buy our tickets and we get some popcorn and a drink to share. You choose our seats near the back of the theater, and we settle in to see just how many other people decide to see the movie. Lucky for us, there's only about 6 or so more people who come in, and we're pretty much left to ourselves. We munch on the popcorn and drink, interspersed with kisses and quick gropes, so we both know what's in store for the movie. Once the lights go down, we put aside our other stuff, and snuggle together to watch the previews, and your hand lightly rests on my thigh and my arm is around your shoulders. Your head leans into my shoulder and your hand starts slowly moving up and down my leg. I let my hand caress your hair, hearing you purr your contentment, before moving it lower to circle your ear and tease your neck. You stretch and then burrow in closer, letting me know just how much you like what I'm doing, and your hand moves higher, knowing what it will find. As the main feature starts, I turn to kiss you, and we hungrily explore each other's mouth with our tongues. Your hand brushed my crotch, and you gently squeeze the stiffness you encounter, bringing a low moan from me. As you continue your explorations, my hand runs up and down your back, and then circles around to lightly play with your breast, and you separate slightly back from me to give me better access. I find your nipple though your shirt and bra, and you push it into my hand, so I take my thumb and forefinger and gently pinch it, which elicits a groan from you. I quickly check the theater, but all the other people are watching the film, far enough away that our low sounds are lost in the noise coming from the speakers. Your squeezing of my now rock hard cock becomes more insistent, and I fully cup your breast and squeeze it all, and you then attack my mouth with yours, breaking off only to tell me how hot you are and how much you'd love to go down on me and make me cum in your mouth. Not wanting to be arrested for public exposure, we decide to just continue to tease each other, so we settle back and watch some more of the movie. I take my other hand and put it on your leg, running it up and down the outside of your pants, but coming closer and closer to your center. You look over at me and whisper in my ear that if I keep it up, I'm either going to have to take you home or just fuck you right then and there. Well.. should we bow to temptation and risk getting caught and maybe arrested? I resist temptation and go back to caressing your arms and neck, and we end up watching another 30 min of the movie, but your hand slowly migrates back to my crotch, and my hand ends up caressing your breast again. We finally decide we've seen enough of the movie, and separate so the minor Major can relax and I can walk out of the theater WITHOUT a raging hard-on. We get up to leave, and once we're in the short hallway heading out of the theater, you turn around and flash your bra covered boobs at me, giggling like a girl as I chase you. We go hand in hand to the car, window shopping along the way, and once we reach the car, I open your door, but pull you in close to me to kiss you deeply before I let you get in. My hands are on your ass and you return the favor, knowing there are some people walking by who can see everything. You finally pull back from me and hop in the car, and I quickly close your door and run to get in my side. After my door closes, your hand quickly returns to my crotch, getting me hard in about 10 seconds, and I tell you just how wet all the precum is making my underwear. A twinkle in your eyes tells me how much you like hearing that, and on the drive back home you start telling me how hot and horny you are, and what you want to do with me. I think I make it back to the house in record time, and you precede me up to the door, unlock it and walk inside. The lights aren't on, so the house is still dark, and as I start to shut the door and turn on the hall light, I feel your hand on mine as you tell me "Don't." I close the door, turn and take you in my arms in the low light, and we kiss urgently as you pull my shirt up over my head, and I start working on the belt of your pants. I let you get my shirt off and then I return the favor, leaving your bra on, but making a quick job of your pants and you do for me, and we come together again in just our underwear. You can feel my cock against your stomach and also the wetness emanating from the tip of my hard cock. You grab my ass and pull me against you, grinding your pussy on my cock, and moaning louder that you want me and want me NOW! I reach behind you and free your lovely tits, pulling the cups away and bending down to take your hard nipple in my mouth. Your moan becomes louder as I work over first one and then the other nipple. You pull my boxer briefs over my hard cock and down my thighs, and I first pull your boy shorts up tight against your pussy before kneeling down and removing them, raising them up to smell that wonderful odor of a woman aroused. We move to the stairs, and I bend you over, so your hands are resting on the risers, as I move my cock along your ass crack. You wiggle your backside, wanting me in you, and we quickly position ourselves so my cock enters your pussy and slowly sinks all the way inside. I put my hands on your hips and push and pull in and out of you, while you move around in delicious ways, finding the maximum stimulation from this fleshy invader. One of your hands reaches back to caress my balls, feeling them start to rise and tighten as my orgasm approaches. You tell me to cum deep in your pussy, and our pace quickens. You move forward to rest more against the stairs and I follow, not wanting to relinquish my position inside you. Soon I'm fairly pounding into you and your chanting "Yes" with each thrust, knowing I'm going to cum soon. I thrust hard into you and you feel me swell up with my orgasm, triggering yours with the first spurt landing deep in your pussy, but I pull my cock back our and proceed to finish cumming all over the outside of your pussy and on your ass. You can feel the hot drops on your skin, and that keeps you cumming and cumming as I caress your ass with my cock, spreading the liquid out on your skin. I reach forward and pull you back to me, hugging you from behind, and your arms cover mine, and then you spin around to kiss my lips as we hold each other close. We look at each other, and now that our eyes have adjusted, to the scattered clothes in the entryway. We shrug and walk up the stairs, leaving them behind as reminders of our haste, and we make our way to bed, and more fun... Dinner and a Movie She was, for the first time in her life, infatuated with sex. Sure, she always enjoyed it, was happy to have it, and did her part to make it interesting, but after last weekend, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, him, really. Him; his tongue licking her pussy and her ass, his hand, smacking her cheeks, pinking them nicely to match her pussy, his cock, high and hard, ramming into her tight holes. Given the choice now, she'd let him fuck her asshole anytime. The fact that she didn't need to make the choice made it even better. He'd do whatever she wanted to make her feel good. Even better was the fact that he enjoyed it, too, and the more she did, the more he did, which was just incentive. She'd even bought a vibrator last time because he'd mentioned one in passing. They never got to use it because he was too busy making her beg for a spanking, but she had every intention of getting both of her holes filled by him tonight. She'd made a nice dinner, something she knew he liked, but not too heavy. While dinner was in the oven, she showered. It was all she could do to keep from stroking herself to a warm, bubbly orgasm, but she wanted to save it for later. She did make sure to have every nook and cranny lickably clean because she knew how much he enjoyed eating her bare pussy and ass. She dressed, putting on a pair of boy-cut lace panties she thought he'd like, although she'd never noticed before how the seam tickled her swollen clit. That was just what she needed; something else to make her constantly aware of how much she wanted him to fuck her. Just walking around the house, that seam gently rubbing her hard bud, her panties were soaked through. By the time he got there, she was in a silent frenzy. When he came in the door, he gave her a one-armed hug, the other hand reaching down to stroke her. She sagged against him, the pressure of his fingers pressing the seam harder into her clit and his tongue swirling around her mouth almost too much for her. He rubbed her until she started to gasp, then gently pushed her away, but not before he reached up and pinched her nipples Dinner was agony. Of course, he ate with gusto, complimenting her cooking, even having seconds. He flirted around the subject of later, making small talk and veiled innuendos. He helped her clear the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, washing those items in the sink that didn't go in the dishwasher, and putting the centerpiece back on the table. Why had she ever split with him? She turned to walk out of the kitchen when he grabbed her. He bent her over the island, pulled her pants and panties down, and thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. With the other hand, he reached up for her shirt, helping her pull it over her head. Her bra was next, and suddenly, the shock of cold granite against her warm body made her squeal. Her nipples were so hard as to be almost painful, but his fingers buried in her made her almost forget that. She began to moan and shake, hands grasping for purchase on the smooth granite. She came. She came hard and fast, her pussy tightening and then relaxing around his fingers. Before she could get her pants completely off, he had lifted her onto the edge of the island which was, thankfully, still warm from her body, pulled them off himself, and kneeled down to bury his face in her warmth. He sucked her still-hard clit, pushing her legs as wide as they would go. She laid back on the island, and he pushed her legs up over her head, giving him full access, front to back. He licked her juices from her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her tightening pussy, then moved lower to tongue her rosebud. He alternated between her clit, her pussy, and her asshole. He sucked her clit, putting two fingers in her pussy at the same time. He stroked them in and out, listening to her little noises. He moved down to lick her asshole, thinking that he enjoyed eating her ass as much as, if not more than, her pussy. He worked his tongue into her tight hole, still working his fingers in her pussy. He was going to fuck her ass tonight, but he wanted to tongue it. He made his tongue flat, licking her, imagining her to be the tastiest treat he'd ever had until she told him she wanted him to fuck her. He followed her into the bedroom, undressing himself on the way. She crawled on the bed, reaching across to the nightstand for the remote, the lube, and the vibrator. She made sure her rounded ass was high in the air so there was no question about where she wanted his interest, and other things, to focus. He took the hint, caressing her cheeks while she put the porno she had also bought last week on. The best thing about DVDs was that you could stop on the good scenes with no problem. She already had it set on a scene where the blonde in the movie was up on all fours, wriggling her ass at the guy in the movie who had a vibe in his hand, just like she was wriggling her ass at him. He pulled her to him, deciding to give her a good, hard fucking first. He eased his hard cock into her, reveling in the velvet softness of her. He started out slowly but firmly stroking, in and out, while gently massaging her puckered hole with the pad of his thumb. He fucked her until she groaned in pleasure and frustration, pushing back against him. He continued until she was ready to come again, then stopped. She moaned in frustration, continued to push back against him, but he would do no more. He brought her attention to the woman on the television, getting her asshole filled by a huge, pink vibrator, asking if that's what she wanted. When she whimpered and undulated her ass at him, tossing him the lube at the same time, he took that as an affirmative. He dripped the lube onto her waiting asshole, rubbing some onto her hardened clit, and coated the vibrator. He stroked the vibe against her, then touched it to her waiting hole. He slowly turned it, pushing into her at the same time. When her ass opened to accept the vibe, he pushed harder. He felt it go past the ring of muscle and began easing it into her more firmly. When he had it fully inserted, she sighed and wiggled at him. He slowly pulled it out, twisting at the same time. He reached underneath and began lightly stroking her clit, catching it between his thumb and forefinger when he felt her twitch. He pinched it, making her gasp. He positioned himself behind her, using his body to hold the vibrator in her ass so that he could use that hand to pinch her nipples. She was in sensory overload. The stimulation of her nipples, her clit, and her asshole being filled were almost too much. It was so hard for her to concentrate on everything at once that she couldn't come. The woman on the screen was currently having her asshole mercilessly reamed by a huge veined cock; it matched the one stuffed into her pussy. She was sucking on the pink vibe. She realized that her pussy was being left out in the cold and pointed this out to him. He moved up a bit, burying his cock in her pussy in one stroke. His movement turned the vibe on, and she came. Immediately and hard. She cried out and bucked back against him, shoving the vibe further into her ass and his cock harder into her cunt. He grabbed her hips, pushing and pulling her. His balls slapped her clit, keeping it stimulated. Looking down at the vibe in her ass and his cock in her cunt drove him crazy. She was loosening around his dick, allowing him easier access to fuck her. He let go of her hips and reached down for the vibe. He stroked it in and out, matching his own strokes, watching the pinker ring of flesh appear on the outstroke. She continued to come, gasping and grunting, pushing back against him. He wanted to bury his dick in her asshole, shooting his hot load deep into her like he did last time. He adored her tight pussy, its elasticity working to let her orgasm and then loosen up so he could give her a good, relaxing fuck, but her asshole was another story. While it got loose enough to take him in, it only got as loose as he was big. The vibe was smaller than his dick, but had opened her sufficiently to allow him to thrust in and ream her out without doing damage. While he was caught up in his thoughts, she began another orgasm. He pulled the vibe out of her ass, and while it was still open and pulsing, he rammed himself in. She shrieked and he felt the ring of muscle grab him tight enough to keep him from pulling out. He pulled her up and pinched her nipples harder than he intended, but when her asshole tightened even more and she became still for a fraction of a second, he knew what would be good for her. He pinched and pulled her nipples, then let one go, reached down and pinched her clit just as hard. He felt the wetness run down his balls and gripped her tighter to him, still pinching her nipples alternately, and relentlessly assaulting her clit. He shoved her face down on the bed, and began pounding his dick in her asshole, which was still tighter than anything he'd ever felt. He fucked her ass, listening to her whine and beg him not to stop. She was still coming, and he could feel her juices all over his front and down his legs. He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, thrust her legs up over her head, and crammed his cock back into her now gaping ass. He wanted to watch her face, eyes rolled back in her head, mouth gasping for more air than she could breathe. He wanted to watch her tits jiggle while he pummeled her anus into submission. He wanted access to her clit, which looked like a small, overripe strawberry. He fucked her ass, reaching down to pinch her clit again, until he felt his own heat rising. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, now that he could watch her. When he couldn't hold back anymore, he buried himself up to his balls in her crinkle and felt his own hot juice fill her bowels. He came until his balls were empty, feeling like they would never fill again. He fell across the bed and lay next to her while she tried to catch her breath. When he heard her breathing become rhythmic and her legs fell to the side, he let himself sleep. His last thought before he drifted off was to wonder what he could do to make her come like that again next time. Dinner and a Movie All day I haven't been able to concentrate on anything else. Dinner and a movie, you said, and while that may not be too exciting in most cases, any time spent with you is special, and I was barely able to concentrate on any of the tasks that had to be done throughout the day. Now finally it's almost time for me to leave the house, we had agreed to meet at the restaurant and would then just walk over to the theater. One last look in the mirror shows me a woman with slightly messy hair, beaming eyes, and flushed cheeks, a white lacy top and a denim skirt that comes down to just above my knees. I have chosen to go without pantyhose due to the heat, and I'm wearing strappy little sandals. I've even painted my toe nails fuck-me red. I hurry to get my purse and keys as I don't want to be late, every minute I get to spend with you is too precious to waste on playing games and being 'fashionably' late. You're already there, and you see me drive up and meet me in the parking lot. You look so handsome in your khakis and button down shirt. We share a lovely hug hello.... Hi baby.... it feels so good to have your arms squeeze me with one hand on my upper back and one on my behind. A few kisses on cheeks, and we go in. We chat pleasantly about this and that, how was your day, can you believe the traffic, what's good on the menu.... it is a casual place and we opt for light yet tasty fare, all the while chatting and enjoying each others' company. Sitting across from me, I catch you shooting me the occasional hot look, which I brazenly shoot right back at you.. I feel the heat even more intensely now which is strange because the sun has gone down by now, and shouldn't it cool off a little? Once finished with drinks and dinner it's time to head out and see a show. We walk very closely together and your arm is around my shoulder as we stroll across the parking lot to the theater, stopping here and there to share a cuddle and a kiss, giggling, acting like teenagers. and of course we end up in the back row in the theater - tacky? no, I think it's romantic. We settle into our seats, I settle against your shoulder, and we wait for the lights to dim. When they finally do we try to concentrate on the movie, after all, we've been wanting to see this one. But somehow your arm that was around my shoulder has moved to my breast, and my hand that had rested on your knee has crept up your thigh, your mouth is on my ear and your tongue licks it softly - which is a dirty trick because you know what that does to me. For one panic stricken moment I try to remember that our fellow moviegoers are very close by, and would they be able to see and hear? I think we're safe enough for the moment, and I melt into your tongue while my hand makes a discovery of the hardened kind, stroking, I feel your cock stirring under the cloth of your pants while we both breathe a lot heavier now. Our tongues find each other, your hands creep under my top and caress my breasts, it is all I can do to keep from moaning aloud, good thing your mouth is on mine to muffle my sounds. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to remain silent when you roll my hardened nipples between your fingers, you are driving me crazy with desire and I have to break the kiss to gasp for air. Your mouth wanders back to my ear and whispers something filthy in it, it makes me giggle a little too loud, which causes someone to turn around and hiss a slightly annoyed "Shhh!!!!!" in our direction. Amused, and aroused, we re-situate ourselves in our seats, after all, we don't want to be thrown out of the theater, and we did want to see this movie. But I can't stop thinking about the bulge in your pants. I keep peeking at your lap, wondering if it's still there, until I can't stand it and reach over to find out for sure.... ohh yeah, it's still there. Right about the same time your hand slides higher and higher up my bare thigh and under my skirt, finding my wetness, dipping one of your naughty fingers in, trailing your wet finger back down my thigh. Ohh, you tease.... Finally, finally! The movie is over. I'm not sure how much we really followed it while constantly checking each other's level of hardness and wetness while managing to conduct ourselves semi-properly. The walk back to the car seems a little more brisk now that all we want is to get home and fuck. About half way to the car you pull me off the path and push me against a tree. You fall to your knees, hike my skirt up and eat me through my lace panties, but you stop just before I can explode. Oh God! I need to cum so badly. We make it to the car, but before the key is even in the ignition I lean over and unbutton your pants, your cock sticks out through your boxers and I suck its head with such fervor that all you can do is moan loudly. I return the favor and stop just short of your climax - hey, two can play that game! You start the car, hit the freeway, and drive very fast towards the house. While you're driving I have my feet up on the dash with my knees open, scooping my wetness on my fingers, and feeding it to you, licking my fingers after you've licked them, crazy, horny, unable to think about anything but sex with you, how much I want it, how much I need it. It's taking forever to get home but finally we arrive, finally the door closes behind us, finally my skirt is pulled up and your pants are pulled down, you bend me over the chair in the front room and you take me from behind, effortlessly sliding into my pussy while I cry out in pure pleasure. I hear you hissing behind me "you're not getting away from me now, you're my little fuck slut now," as you're pounding into me in an almost angry manner. I am so ready that just a mere touch of my hand on my clit sets me off, your pounding intensifies the sensation and my orgasm sweeps through me fast and hard, causing my muscles to grip you even tighter and making you lose control. One final thrust and you let go with a primal grunt, holding my hips close to you, unloading inside me, before you slump over my back and I feel your hot breath through my top. Panting, half dressed, and a mess now that both your juice and mine are running down my legs, but feeling a lot better now, we decide to take a shower. Maybe we could play some more later? Oh and we'll need to pick up your car tomorrow. Dinner and a Movie Mike had really enjoyed the night at Karen's new place. She was a remarkably sexy woman, it was not long after waking up that he asked her if she would like to go out to dinner and a movie, which she quickly agreed to. Mike left so that he could get ready, leaving Karen time to figure out what she wanted to wear. She decided to go with a red cocktail dress, which came down about mid-thigh, She wouldn't need a bras since the dress had one built in, for panties she opted for a high cut silk pair instead of a thong, she enjoyed the sexy felling the silk panties gave her. She also would forgo the panty hose, since it was a relatively warm night. Last but not least, she decided on a floral fragrance she knew Mike would like. Mike arrived back at Karen's around seven, instead of a traditional bouquet of flowers, he had in his hand a Bonsai tree and a single red rose. Karen took the card that was with the plant which read "A bouquet of roses would not stand up to your beauty, but this tree, with some attention, could blossom and live forever like our love". She smiled and gave Mike a kiss, then took the plant and rose; put the rose in a vase, and the plant on the table. Taking Mike's arm in hers they left to go to the restaurant. It was a short drive to the parking lot, where they would have to walk from to get to the restaurant. Mike opened Karen's door for her, she slowly got out of the car, hesitating slightly knowing he would get a view up her skirt. Mike could make out the pink panties Karen had on as she exited the car. They were seated quickly and Mike looked deeply into Karen's eyes from across the table, mesmerized by their beauty. The conversation started light but flirty and evolved into a more heavy flirtation over the course of dinner, Karen occasionally taking her foot out of her shoe and rubbing on Mike's leg, which prompted a slight foot massage and a slight erection by Mike. Karen could sense his growing desire and was enjoying turning him on. After dessert was ordered, Karen got up, walked behind Mike, placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, saying she had to freshen up. When she returned she again went behind him, this time she slide her arms around him, placing something inside his inner jacket pocket and gave him another kiss on his cheek. Mike instinctively reached into his jacket, feeling the silky material she had put in his pocket. Realizing what it was quickly got his blood flowing to his organ, Karen sitting in her chair feels the sexiness of the dress against her now bare bottom. They finished the meal and decided to walk along the lake path to get to the movie. They had plenty of time since it was a late show they were going to see, some Vin Diesel movie. The moon was near full and was pretty high in the sky, reflecting off the water, the night sky was clear and full of stars. Karen stopped and looked out into the water, leaning on the railing of the walkway, Mike stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling butt in tight to him. He kisses her behind the ear, and then on her neck, she can feel him getting hard as she slowly sways back and forth, rubbing her ass against his hardening cock. Having teased him enough she says " we better be getting to the movie" They take some seats, back row close to the wall, there are not a lot of people for the late show, which suits them fine. Mike puts his arm around Karen and pulls her close; she lays her head on his shoulder. The movie starts, but after a few minutes Mike feels Karen's hand rubbing his thigh. She works her hand up his thigh; she can feel the outline of his now hard cock. She looks up at him and smiles a devious smile. Her hand works on the button of his pants, and then she slowly slides the zipper down. She reaches into his pants to discover he is not wearing underwear either. Mike raises his hips a little allowing his pants to slide down, making it easier for Karen to remove his cock. She kisses him deeply as she strokes his cock up and down. She moves to his neck and down his chest until she reaches his shirt. She moves her head into his lap, licking the tip of his cock tasting the precum that has begun to flow. She continued to move her hand up and down his shaft, as her tongue circled the head. Slowly she took him into her mouth, using her tongue and lips; she made his cock good and wet. Karen could feel Mike getting closer to orgasm, she slowed and stopped, lifting her skirt she sat on his lap, his hard cock in between her thighs, her legs parted. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing his hard wet cock on her pussy, his head rubbing her clit, making it swollen. She made her rocking motion longer, allowing the head to spread her pussy lips, pulling lubrication from her pussy, moistening her lips. Mike reaches around her and placed his hands on her tits, massaging them through the material of the dress. The built in bra was no match for Karen's hard nipples, Mike could feel them protruding. Mike worked his hand into her dress, cupping her tits; his hands massaging her hard nipple, the massaging forced her tits to pop out of the dress, the cool theater air making her nipples even harder. Karen continued her long rocking; putting her hands on the chair armrest to get some leverage, Mike's cock penetrated Karen's moist lips and slowly entered her warm hole. Karen pumped his cock deeper and deeper, once in she stopped momentarily, using her muscles to clamp on his throbbing member. She leaned back into him, exposing her neck to his kisses, Mike eagerly explored her neck with his mouth, she turned her head, and his mouth meets hers. Karen went back to rocking her hips, Mike moved a hand from Karen's nipple to her clit, he gently massaged it as Karen rocked Mike's shaft in and out of her pussy. Mike could feel Karen's excitement as her juices flowed down his shaft and over his balls, slow deep thrust were making both of them approach orgasm. Mike continued to caress Karen's clit with his finger, Karen continue to stroke Mike's cock with her pussy. Mike unable to hold back begins to shoot his cum into Karen; she feels his warm fluid being pumped into her as his cock continues to throb. The thought of Mike's cum shooting into her brings on Karen's own orgasm. Her pussy spasms forcing some of their combined juice out along Mike's shaft. His cock slide out of her pussy, he continues to pump her, sliding his shaft between her thighs. He shoots more cum onto her legs, his cock spreading the white stuff over her swollen lips. Karen fixes the top of her dress, she turns her head and again gives Mike a deep long passionate kiss. She slowly slides off his cock, Mike fixes his pants, and his cock is covered with their juice. Karen moves back to her seat and again puts her head on his shoulder, Mike wraps his arm around her and kisses her on the head. Karen can feel his cum, slowly running out of her and down her thigh and between her cheeks. The movie gets over and the lights come on, as people walk towards the exit the past Karen and Mike, some with smiles, some look like they don't know what to think. Mike wonders if they were to loud, but just shrugged it off, he is happy to have this woman in his arms. Dinner & A Movie And her entire body jumped as my finger came in contact with her clit. She was wetter than any woman I had ever touched, the soft silkiness of her insides were softer and silkier than anything I had ever imagined, and clasping continuously at my fingers as they slid deep inside of her. Although the angle wasn't as good I tried to make sure my palm came in contact with her clit, rubbing circles as my fingers penetrated deep inside her. Her eyes flew wide open... "Ohhh god... I can't... ohhhhh I can't help it.... Ohhhhhh going to.... Gonna cummmmmm..." She fell back, laying on her hands tied behind her back knees spread wide, ankles held together by her pooled clothing. She was thrusting her hips to rub her clit against my palm. This woman was the quintessential picture of lust. "cum for me sweet heart, cum hard... don't hold anything back... cummmmm" and she did. I could see the waves of satisfaction ripple through her body, I could see her grasping cunt gripping my fingers... I finally got to see the rush of fluid erupt from her as she came and came hard... her mouth was open but no sound was coming from it, she wasn't breathing, her entire body was shuddering as she flowed over the edge. Then she started with a low "ohhhhhhhhh" which grew in intensity as her orgasm peaked.... OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhH!!!!!!!! Then rhythmic grunts, accompanied by shudders of her body, almost like bursts of pleasure were shooting through her body... Her hips slowly lowered back to the couch my fingers slipping out of her as she lowered... "oh my god! I've never cum that hard... Now its your turn" She pushed me so that I fell back from my kneeling position on the couch. "Don't move... Let me pleasure you" and I made a vow to imitate a brick. I felt her pull my zipper down, my jeans and boxers sliding down my legs to be pulled off and thrown, where, I didn't really fucking care. I felt her hand wrap around my cock, as hard as I can ever remember it being. Her hand was so soft, so smooth, so gentle as it began to travel up and down the length... She laughed and said "I brought my own lubricant..." as her hand slid between her legs... I knew she caressed her clit when I heard her grunt... Not really a grunt, just a quick exhale really... and then she began stroking my cock with that soft hand and the lubricant that no one can artificially reproduce. The tingles were unbelievable... I tried thinking baseball, I tried thinking of car crashes, anything to postpone the inevitable. "I'm going to cum if you don't stop that right now!" was my plea... I wanted to be in her so badly, I wanted to posses her, to be a part of her... "this is for you... cum for me now... feel it... I want you to cum as well as I did..." and that's exactly what I did. The tingles began emanating from my cock, down my legs, up through my chest, gradually increasing encompassing my entire body, my hips began pumping no longer under my control, I thrust into the air supporting my weight with only shoulders and feet and I began to shoot, long thick pearly white strands of cum began to erupt from my cock. My face screwed up in that mask of intense pleasure, my entire body felt as if it was erupting through my cock. The intensity of my orgasm was unlike any other. Never, through getting laid, getting sucked, my own hand after marathon sessions of watching porno in my lonelier days, never has an orgasm ever compared to that one... As I regained some sensibility I found her to be lying next to me still lightly stroking my deflating shaft. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time you know..." she whispered in my ear. Again the rocket scientist in me came out with my response... "what? Be controlled?" "No you idiot!" her laughing response... "be with you..." "I've only touched you... I've wanted to for so long... I... I want to be in you" was my needy response. She actually laughed! With my softening cock in her hand she laughed! "I hope you came good enough to need a little recoop time my sweet..." and she got up and walked to the kitchen... When she returned (I was still laying on the couch trying to get the energy to sit up) she had removed her top and bra and was now naked. She handed me a sandwich on a plate and lay down to cuddle up to my chest while I ate. "you're not hungry?" I asked her. "Yes but not for food..." And I laid there eating as neatly as I could possibly figure out how to do while lying on my back and simultaneously having my quickly resuscitating cock stroked by the hand that had brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My timing ever impeccable I finished the sandwich as my cock was reaching its full length. She seemed fascinated by it, staring at it and rubbing it, touching it in different places. As she found my various intense pleasure zones on my cock I would react with a flinch and a sigh. She took the plate and set it on the floor as I took a swig of my beer, the can falling over as I made the decision that the table just doesn't fucking matter. I felt myself slide into her as she settled down on me her head on my shoulder, whispering in my ear... "ohhhhhh this is for both of us..." I thrust up into her as she slid down, the rhythm identical almost from the start. I could feel her erect nipples against my chest as she rose to her pinnacle. She felt so warm and soft and wet... Soft and pliant each time I thrust into her and firm and grasping on each out-stroke. I rolled her over and began thrusting into her sliding up on her body to assure that the full length of my cock rubbed against her clit... The tingles began to grow and I could feel my balls tighten as I approached my peak... Again the baseball thing, the car crashes just to stave off the intense pleasure until she was ready. Her orgasm seemed to take her by surprise, an intense flow of warm juices around my cock, a rhythmical grasping of my cock, her body shuddering in that manner that I had come to love... Her "oh fuck" put me over the edge... Tingles passing through my body coming so hard into her pulse after pulse... my deflating body coming down slowly to rest on her lightly. Her breathing ragged in my ear with the last few shudders of her orgasm... "well this was a great not-a-date-date... what happens on a real date?" was my final question before drifting off with her in my arms... "we'll have to see tomorrow..." and that giggle and smile that is no longer such a girl next door thing. (never had a neighbor like this for sure!)