2 comments/ 37296 views/ 2 favorites Matinee By: anne27 It was hot. Mid-summer afternoon in southern Tennessee. I unbuttoned another button on my blouse and did a little shoulder roll to cause it to gap. I glanced down briefly and knew that he could see, if he chose to, my breasts overflowing from the lacy emerald green bra I was wearing. No reaction. His eyes stayed glued to the road and we continued on in strained silence. I sighed heavily and slumped down in my seat. This was the way it had been for a while now. We were all but separated and divorce was looming on the horizon. It hadn't always been that way. We had once fallen in love, fallen in lust, couldn't get enough of each other. The sex had been breathtaking, world stopping. We would sex play for hours, and do nothing some days but make love and eat, dawn to dusk. Sex had always been the one thing we did best together. We were both playful and very into pleasing. Sometimes it was a battle to see who could top the other with over-the-top orgasms. One of his very favorite things to do was to see how many times he could make be cum before I begged and pleaded with him to stop. Of course, he always had to get 'just one more'. God, I missed those times! But now, life and all it's pressures had damaged our relationship to the point that I knew that fixing it would be nearly impossible. It had been about 6 months since we had had any kind of sexual relationship. The word 'divorce had been spoken, but neither of us had made the decision to leave. Some days, we both pushed each other, daring the other to leave, to end it all. The pain of a clean break had to be better than the constant stress and snipping our marriage had become. We sat in silence, the frustration hanging like a cloud around us. We had both been bored and decided on a mid afternoon movie. As we pulled into the parking lot, I decided to give it one more try. I wanted him to look at me, notice that I was still a woman. I wanted him to want me. As he rounded the car, I bent down to pull on my boots, lingering so that he couldn't miss the ass shot. I straightened up and turned around just in time to catch a small grin, then it was gone. Well, at least he's not dead, I thought. 5 minutes into the movie, I was bored. It was really bad. The theatre was nearly deserted. I guess everyone else had already heard about this bomb and had the good sense not to waste a weekday afternoon on it. I put my feet up on top of the empty chair in front of me and stretched my arms with an elaborate yawn. I noticed him looking at me in the semi darkness, his eyes finally taking in my unbuttoned shirt. Smiling, I unbuttoned it further and ran my hands across the front of my bra, kneading my breasts softly. I made a show of tugging at my nipples thru my shirt and tilted my head back and let a small groan escape my lips. Hell, if he was gonna finally look, I was going to put on a show. He reached for one of my hands and pulled it down and placed it on his groin. I could feel the fabric of his jeans stretched across his hard cock. I closed my eyes and let out a slight moan. I cupped my hand across the shaft of his cock and started rubbing up and down, squeezing as I went. He closed his eyes and slid further down his chair, allowing me better access to his cock. With a quick look around me, seeing that no one was within sight line and in the nearly empty theatre, I decided the risk was worth it. The zipper sounded like a chainsaw as the sound on the movie dipped at exactly the same time. I froze, then laughed softly and continued. I freed his straining cock from the imprisonment of his jeans and just held it in my hand. God, it felt good. I could feel the blood rushing thru it, his heart beat pounding against my palm. I savored the heat and the incredibly smoothness of the hot flesh. He started squirming as I slowly started pumping his cock. I stopped briefly to lick my thumb and then used it to tease the sensitive place he had right behind the head of his cock. I corkscrewed my hand up and down along his shaft, squeezing rhythmically. He let out a small sigh. I heard footsteps and just froze. An usher was just a few scant yards behind us and coming down the isle, flashlight in tow. Briefly, I wondered how much time I'd have to do in jail for lewd and lascivious behavior. Quickly, with my free hand, I tossed my purse onto his lap, covering my hand and most of his throbbing cock. As the usher continued down the aisle and right past us to the end of the rows, I started breathing again. The usher turned and back up the aisle he went, bored and just doing his routine. When I was sure the usher had left, I turned my head to check. I felt my hand being pried off of his cock. "No", I leaned and whispered into his ear. I had started this and I had no intention of letting it end here. I slid down out of my chair and with my knees on the dirty floor, pulled his still burning cock into my mouth. I took several inches, just to where the head was resting against the back of my mouth and I held it there. I hit up several times against the underside, thudding it softly with my tongue. Then I tightened my lips against his shaft and curled my tongue up and slowly eased off his cock. I love giving head just about better than anything and I had waiting far too long to have his cock once again against my tongue. I reached into his jeans and pulled his balls out and started stroking them and rolling them around in my hand. He has very large testicles and I would have loved to have sucked on them as well, but I wanted his cock more, and knew this was going to have to be quick. I pulled his balls away from his body hard and up against the underside of his cock, so that with every down stroke of my head, my chin would bounce against his clean shaven testicles. As my head bobbed up and down his cock, he put his hand on my head, stroking my hair. I glanced up and could see his half closed eyes as he watched me sucking his now pounding cock. I sucked harder, my head going side to side as I lapped at the underside. My hair was in my eyes and whipping along his hard rod as I blew him. I moaned against him and could feel his cock vibrate against my lips. I could taste his sugar sweet precum and knew this wasn't going to be long. Almost as soon as I had that thought, he pulled my head hard against his groin, stuffing his cock into my throat as stream after stream of his sticky seed shot into my still sucking mouth. I groaned, and pulled it slow and hard with my lips, draining the last of his cum. I slid back into my chair and leaned into him, kissing him and leaving an offering of cum on his tongue. He groaned when he realized what I'd done and pulled me further into the kiss. He tongue probed into my mouth and I sucked hard on it. The theatre suddenly got brighter as the door opened and a couple of people came down the aisle and sat a few rows behind us. I pulled back from our kiss and sat back in my chair. I ran my hand between my legs and felt what I knew was happening. I had gotten so worked up, I had soaked my jeans. With a low moan, I grabbed his hand and placed it in between my legs. I could see his grin in the near darkness as he started rubbing his palm across my jeans covered pussy. I moaned again and realized the people behind us were close enough to hear me. I've always been very vocal and knew that if he kept up the delightful working of my pussy that he was now doing, the man all the way up in the projection booth would know. When he reached for the zipper of my jeans, I stood up. I leaned down and kissed him and said "Baby, I have to take care of this. I'll be back.", and kissed him once again, my lips still tasting of his cum. I nearly tripped over him and he laughed. I straightened my clothes as best I could and headed for the bathroom. I said a silent prayer to the gods when I took a look around the ladies room and no one else was there. I picked a stall and pulled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing panties and I realized that was part of the reason my jeans were now so wet. I looked at the palm sized spot of my juices in amazement and said 'damn'. The faint smell of my wetness reached my nose. I breathed in the lightly musky scent and closed my eyes as my hand went between my legs and slipped between my pussy lips. I was soaked and as soon as I touched my pussy, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum. I stuck a finger into my dripping hole then raked it slowly back towards my clit. It was swollen and aching and I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I began to stroke my little nub. I moaned out loud, as I stood with my feet spread and my jeans around my ankles, my fingers stroking up and down, hard and fast across my clit. My breath came in gasps and with my free hand I started massaging my left breast thru my blouse, squeezing hard and tugging at my erect nipple thru my clothing. I tilted my head back and let out a groan as I felt my entire body start the sweet, overpowering tingling. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the outer door opening. I froze, my fingers against my clit, still. I took my hand from my breast and steadied myself as I started to swoon. Having to stop my orgasm and be still at that point was painful. I held my breath, my heart pounding so hard I knew that the woman who just came in must be hearing it also. My breath was loud and ragged, I tried to slow it. I was very uncomfortably aware of my fingers resting against my clit. I felt my pussy muscles clenching unconsciously. I stood there, trying hard not to think, not to make a sound, and not lose my mind in the process. It seemed forever, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes. I heard the sound of a toilet flushing, then water running and the outer door swing open again. I sighed loudly and sat down hard on the toilet seat. I counted to 10, then pulled my hand away from my pussy and stuck my dripping wet fingers into my mouth and sucked. I closed my eyes again and gently reached down and touched my hard and throbbing little clit with my now semi-clean fingers. A jolt shot thru my body and I started cumming. I shook and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure coursed across my body. I kept rubbing my fingers up and down my pussy, rubbing my clit hard with every stroke. I felt a single bead of sweat run down my forehead. Only when my clit became too tender to touch did I slow down and remove my fingers. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to pull my pleasure soaked brain back from my orgasm and into reality. As my breathing returned to normal, I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and cleaned up the soaking mess from between my legs. It took a couple of handfuls of paper before I felt dry enough to stand up. I buttoned and zipped my jeans and tucked my shirt back into them, straightening it and repositioning my bra. As I opened the stall door, I saw the large vanity mirror positioned directly in front. Damn, I thought, if only I could have left the door open and watched myself cum. I chuckled at the thought and washed my hands and with a paper towel tried to clean up what I could of my makeup. It was a hopeless task at that point. My face was flushed and eyes wide and pupils were still dilated. I left and went back into the lobby. I glanced at the young boy at the concession stand and he grinned at me. Oh shit, I thought, damn, I guess I wasn't as quiet as I tried to be. I blushed and made a beeline back into the dark theatre. I plopped down, drained. My husband leaned over and whispered to me "Enjoy yourself?" I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him hard and letting him taste the pussy juices that I had cleaned from my fingers still clinging to my lips. Our tongues entwined and briefly dueled before I let him go and pulled away. He reached down and grabbed my hand and held it. Looking straight ahead at the flickering movie screen, he said softly "I love you." I squeezed his hand, a single tear rolling down my cheek. "I love you too, baby." and knew that everything would be alright. This is a true story. Matinee The theatre is dim when we enter, the pre show advertisements beginning to scroll past in anticipation of the start of the movie. Turning, we both see that the theatre is nearly empty, not surprising for the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. Two men, each sitting with a seat between them, are near the front of the auditorium. It is such a guy thing to do and we both laugh under our breath as we begin to climb the stairs. When two men go to a theatre, they space an empty seat between them, least some beautiful woman walk into the theatre by herself and see them sitting so close. They silently hope that that mythical, single woman does walk in and delicately ask, with a voice that drips of sex, if the chair between them in taken. I snicker again at the thought and you turn to look at me over your shoulder, lifting a finger to your lips, a gesture meant to silence my laughter. This only makes me laugh harder and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to control the laughter. We settle into the middle seats of the second to last row. I hate the feeling of the wall behind me in a theatre; it presses down and makes me feel boxed in. You know this and always sit here for that reason. Just as we remove our coats, the reel clicks and the movie begins to play. It is in black and white and the text on the screen announcing the title is in French. As much as I hate foreign films, you love them. I go willingly with you every few weeks, just as you sit one row away from the top just for me. I settle back into the chair, resting my head against the seatback and lift my feet to sit on the chair in front of me. My plans for the movie were shot the moment we walked into the theatre and found the men sitting in the front row, so I plan to relax while you enjoy the movie. I know if I start to snore, you will wake me up. Though my plans again change when the intricate plot intrigues me and I am drawn into the movie at once. Seems there will be no need for you to wake me up after all. A movement from below catches my attention several minutes later and pulls me away from the movie almost immediately. There is only one man visible where the two were sitting when we entered the theatre. Interest quipped; I lean forward and to the side slightly. I see a mass of golden brown curls in the lap of the man still sitting, his eyes watching the screen but his interest focused downward as his eyes closed somewhat in satisfaction. As I watch, his hand lifts to rest on the kneeling mans' head and his eyes shut completely as he gives himself over to sensation. I laugh once, under my breath, and settle back into the seat. Seems I wasn't the only one with that idea. "They certainly didn't waste any time, did they?" Your voice breathes hot in my ear as you lean over to whisper in it, your eyes never leaving the screen. I nodded my head in agreement and rest my hand lightly above your knee. The hem of your skirt presses against my palm and my eyes slide away from the screen as I move my hand upward. A smile turns up the corners of your mouth and you reach down, sliding my hand between your thighs and under the ruffled hem of your skirt. A muffled cry is heard from the lower tier of seats and I raise an eyebrow at you when the second man reappears, sitting twice as far from the man responsible for the sound as he did before. "Like that is it?" I whisper to you under my breath. It is your turn to smile and nod. The movie continues, oblivious to where my hand rests or the activities of the other theatergoers. The curly haired man coughs loudly and our heads turn at the same time to the other man. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and even from this distance I can see his hesitance. "Someone doesn't know how to give as good as he gets." You whisper to me. My hand slides toward your hips and you inhale sharply as my fingers brush against you unimpeded by any scrap of fabric. "Lucky for both of us, I do." I turn to face you then, forgetting the images flashing on the screen. Your lips part in anticipation as I lean into you hovering a hairsbreadth away. My fingers press against your thighs and with unspoken instructions, your legs part and give unlimited access to my hand. I trail a single finger over you and am not surprised to find you damp. Your breath pants lightly next to my cheek as I lower my face to your neck. Soft wet tongue glides along you neck, your pulse tripping as your heart begins to race. My fingers press forward, two of them easily slipping inside and you bite down hard on your lip to keep from crying out. Movie and other occupants of the theatre forgotten now, you lift one leg up to drape over the armrest. My fingers come to stop against your pubic bone and your eyes close in pleasure. This is how I like you the best. Oh sure, I could have you anywhere I wanted. Anywhere you wanted. But the darkness of the movie theatre is one of my favorites. Cinemas are always touted as an escape from reality, so where better else to have you. I shift my fingers slowly out, stopping before extricating them fully and I can see you winced. The anticipation daunting but exhilarating. My free hand lifts the armrest between us and I scoot closer, raising my hand to gently cup your breast in my hand. Your eyes squeeze shut as you struggle to maintain control. This is also the other reason I enjoy having you in a movie theatre. You are a screamer. You enjoy making noise while I am inside of you; you know it fuels my own internal fire. My teeth close over your nipple through your thin cotton shirt and your chest rises sharply as you inhale. My finger slips into you once again, catching you off guard and a soft moan emits from your throat. You catch yourself and struggle to take a deep, calming breath. Your hand lifts from between us and you rest it lightly on my thigh, your skin hot through the denim of my jeans. An index finger lifts and it is my turn to inhale sharply as it grazer the side of my breast. You never could keep your hands off of me. I release your chest, guiding my hand around to press your lower back forward, a signal to you to shift your hips. I press my fingers up as you do, but this time you are prepared and ground yourself eagerly down on them. I twitch them once. That, you were not expecting and fingers of your free hand grip the back of the chair. I lift my face back to your neck, sliding my tongue against the back of your ear and your hips shift again, urging me to finish you, quickly, just this once. Lifting my face, I see your eyes pleading for the release I control. Briefly, I ponder letting you squirm. Keep my fingers inside of you, unmoving. Leaving you wide open like this for the rest of the movie. But your finger slides down the curve of my breast and I realize I am impatient too. I want your release as much as you do. Let's show them how it's done, I thought and piston my fingers into you. Your voice echoes off the gaudy red plush covered walls as my fingers violently bring you to the edge. You hover there for a moment, reveling in the pulsating waves that begin to course through your pelvic muscles. My mouth captures yours seconds before you crest and I willingly swallow your screams. Slick heat drenches my hand and that alone send me careening past my own release. Our voices meld together in our throats as we both return to ourselves together. Mouths parting, I press my fingers fully into you and hold them there as another quick punch slams into you. Your breathing slowly returns to normal and it is only then that I extract my fingers from deep inside of you. Our mouths meet in a fierce kiss, the fire never extinguished between the two of us even so soon after release. My finger traces the line of your lips as we part and we both groan softly as the taste of you explodes in both our mouths. The movie reel ends and the lights of the theatre are raised, startling us back into reality. A flash of light catches my eye and I turn to see the overhead lights shining off the glasses of one of the men. Both are turned to face us; their mouths open in shock at what they have just witnessed. Your face flushes pink in embarrassment and you stand, reordering your clothes to a semblance of normalcy after such an open act of sex. I gather both our jackets and stand as well, grabbing your hand and pulling you to me. I could care less that they are blatantly watching us. They were concerned about discretion in the theatre, a fact made obvious by the act they themselves performed in the dark of the theatre. Ours will not stop with the raising of the lights, the ending of the movie. I already have plans for us when we leave the theatre. Despite your hesitancy, you willingly part your lips and softly moan as my tongue slides into your mouth. One of the men clear their throats and we part, both smiling at them as they glance over their shoulders as they exit the auditorium. A sly smile lights up your face and you slip the coats out of my hand, dropping them onto the row of seats in front of us. Your thin fingers pop the top button on my jeans, the sound mixed in with the dimming of the lights and the start of another movie reel. I willingly let myself be pushed back down into my seat because it seems like you have plans of your own. Matinee Slipping inside the lobby that afternoon she paid for her ticket, glaring slightly at the young man behind the counter who stared at her, obviously wondering what she was doing in a place like this. It was not often they had female patrons in this cinema, it tended to appeal more to the tastes of men... and there she was, standing about 5'6" tall, her hair fell as a fiery waterfall down to her waist. Although she was wrapped in a long black leather coat it was obvious that she had a nicely rounded figure, the belt nipped in to emphasise her slender waist, full breasts and hips. Opening the door she stepped into the darkness of the screening room, it was obvious that the afternoon's entertainment had already started judging by the cheesy music and the moans coming from within the room. She walked along the gangway between the back wall of the room and the last row of seats: glancing towards the rows of seats she could see a few men sitting well away from each other within the front several rows, and then she saw him... He was sitting alone in the back row, she could see by the light of the screen that he looked nothing like the shifty looking men at the front of the cinema, he was fairly handsome, impeccably dressed in a well tailored suit and he looked very well groomed. Smiling to herself she knew he was the one, taking a seat in his row just a couple of seats away from him. If he saw her it was never acknowledged, he gave no indication that he had seen the woman wearing the long leather coat and gloves as she slipped into a seat by him. Sitting silently for a few minutes she watched as the lack of plot was unveiled on the big screen. As the actors 'if that's what you could call them' she mused, got down and dirty in the movie, she could see the men sitting at the front of the grimy little cinema fidgeting furtively. With a slight glance at the man, he was staring straight ahead still. Shifting in her seat slightly she opened the belt of her leather coat and allowed it to fall open, had anyone looked at that point they would have seen that aside from the coat, gloves, spike heeled shoes, stockings and a tiny scrap of lace masquerading as panties; she was naked. Arching her back the coat fell open further as her naked breasts pushed forward. Without a sound she watched out of the corner of her eyes, watching for a reaction from him as she raised her leather gloved hands over her bare flesh, stroking them upwards over her stomach and breasts, pausing to pinch her nipples as they stiffened in the cool air of the cinema. He wasn't moving but she saw him glancing in her direction and she smiled inwardly knowing that she now had him where she wanted him. With one gloved hand remaining on her breast and nipple, she ran the other back down her stomach before slipping it between her thighs, which she opened wider to accommodate her touch. Still facing forward as though entranced by the scenes happening on the screen she was casting her eyes towards him and was gratified to see that he was now turning from the movie to her in turn, but each glance in her direction was lasting longer and longer. Pretending she was unaware of him still she pressed the lace underwear into her pussy, feeling the lace and leather gliding smoothly over her obviously wet flesh. Knowing that he was again watching her, she raised her gloved hand to her mouth and snaked out her tongue to lick her own juices from the warm leather that encased her fingers. As though in a private place where no-one could see, she slipped the coat from her shoulders, leaving her naked for anyone to see. Returning her hand between her thighs she stroked herself through her panties until she was aching for a closer touch, so she reached down and removed them. Now clad merely in stockings, shoes and leather gloves. With a sigh she knew he would have heard, she replaced her hand between her thighs and pressing her leather encased fingers harder and harder against her clit and then slipping one and then two inside her. Stroking herself deep inside, she moaned deeply without realising it and even shocked her as she heard it slip by her lips, glancing to her side she saw that he was now not even pretending to watch the film on the screen, his eyes were transfixed on her and she glanced down his body to see that he was stroking his cock through his trousers. Meeting his gaze their eyes locked and she smiled at him, and then stood quietly before walking between the rows of seats towards him. Not caring that had anyone else turned at that point they would have seen her walking through the cinema naked. Stepping between his legs she kept her eyes on his face and dropped silently to her knees between his thighs. He opened his mouth with a gasp and looked like he might speak, so she raised her gloved hand to his lips and whispered "sshhh..." Knowing that he would he would be aware of the combination of warm leather and the sweet, musky, womanly scent of her juices. She placed her other hand on the bulge in his trousers and watched his face as the bulge grew beneath her touch. Using both hands she release his cock from within the confines of his clothing, and ran her gloved hand down the shaft of his cock and felt it twitch. Still looking into his eyes she lowered her head and flicked her tongue across the swollen tip. She saw his eyes cloud over and the muscles of his face twitch at this slight touch. Placing her lips against the tip of his cock she ran her tongue around her lips to moisten them before slipping them down the length of his cock. Holding him deep within her mouth and massaging his erect member with her tongue as she held it captive between her lips. Moving her head back and forth she created a fucking motion upon his manhood and increasing the suction holding him fast within her mouth. Hearing him moan above her she pushed her head further towards him and took his cock deeper into her mouth until she felt him against the back of her throat. Slipping one hand lower she cupped his taut balls gently in her palm. Glancing back up at him she saw him with his head thrown back, biting his lip trying desperately not to moan any louder, and drawing attention to them. Sucking him harder and faster she watched his face as he struggled with the urge to cry out in lust and felt his cock twitch and swell deep in her mouth and knew his orgasm was close, so she stopped all movement abruptly and merely held him tight inside her motionless mouth. This time he could not hold back and she heard him groan, it was a deep guttural groan of lust and disappointment... After a few seconds, which she knew must have been endless to him she ran her lips back up his shaft and released his throbbing, aching cock from her mouth and smiled wickedly at him, letting him know that it was no accident of timing her stopping at that moment, she had deliberately taken him to the edge and then denied him release. Standing slowly again and gliding to her feet, allowing her body to press against his as she stood. Climbing over his legs she crawled astride him and pressed her breasts into his face. For the first time he touched her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples, pinching, licking and biting them. Running her hand down his shirt she placed her fingers back between her thighs and pressed them against her clit, moaning and pressing her tits harder against him. Moving her hips against her own fingers and against the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch beneath her she knew she had found her target and she ground her hips back until she felt the tip of his manhood slip between her wet pussy lips. With a deep sigh she sank down into his lap, impaling herself on his hard member. Luckily for them the scene on the movie was getting quite loud and she was able to moan loudly as she felt her pussy stretching to accommodate him deep inside her. Still with her fingers between her thighs she continued to stroke her clit as she moved her hips and started to ride and grind upon his cock. He still held her tits in his hands and was firmly massaging them and nibbling on her nipples to prevent himself crying out. The thought that at any time any of the other customers in the grimy little cinema might turn and see him getting fucked by a sexy slutty stranger, he knew the thought should have shocked him, but it made his cock swell and his body shiver in anticipation of his building orgasm. He knew that any and ever single man in that room would have gladly swapped places with him and been the one with their prick buried deep inside this woman. Still grinding upon his cock and stroking her clit she felt her mind clouding and knew her own orgasm was starting, her clit was throbbing and she could feel her pussy walls tightening against the hard cock deep inside her. Moving slower and more deliberately now, she heard him panting and felt his cock twitching each time her pussy contracted against it. Then it hit her, a huge wave of orgasm that caused her entire body to buck and twitch before falling limply against him, at this point she heard him growl loudly and buck his hips hard against her and hold there, then she felt a heat deep inside her as he filled her with his seed and knew that he had now cum too. For a while they stayed there together, each hanging on to the other as though afraid they might fall if they let go. After a while she stood on shaky legs and picked up her coat, without a word she slipped it back on and wrapped it around her naked body, tying the belt tight. With a smile in his direction she turned to leave, but something on the floor caught her eye, bending she picked it up, it was her panties from earlier. She was about to put them into her pocket when a thought struck her, turning back to him she slipped the damp underwear into his jacket pocket and then simply walked out of the cinema. ~*~*~*~