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Matinee Madness Ch. 01

By: CeasarBoobage



Having been married only about a year, Mary and I are still fairly carefree and open, not having fallen into the "routine" that many couples experience after having been married a few years. We had just moved to the Seattle area just under a week ago, and we were still learning our way around town. Since it was early June, the newness of the nice sunny weather had not worn off, so most people were not willing to stay indoors, everyone wanted to see blue skies after months of the same non-stop gray clouds. Having just left Tampa, we didn't see what the big deal about blue skies was all about. Come next year, I knew we would be the exact same way though.

Still kind of on Florida time, we woke up early on our first weekend. Rolling out of bed at 7:00AM still felt like it was almost noon. Instead of trying to sleep longer, we figured we may as well get out and see some sights.

Mary went to sit on the back porch to enjoy her morning cigarette along with a steaming cup of coffee. She was wrapped up in her bathrobe, enjoying the cool breeze coming off of the Sound. "Come out here Mark, you have got to feel this" she called to me, "it's like we have our own quiet corner of the forest out here."

Sitting beside her, I could see what she meant. "You're right! It's awesome right now. So peaceful and still, it feels like we could almost be the only ones here in the city right now."

While the coffee warmed us inside and out, I thought about what I had just said, and a grin spread across my face. Our house backed up to a thick stand of trees, and off to the side there was only one house between us and the sound. This early on a Saturday morning, there was no one around, and everything was quiet – to the point of almost seeming deserted.

Pointing to the ferry crossing the water, she glanced over at me. "Doesn't that look so cool right..... Hey, wait a second. What's up with that goofy smile? What's on your mind?"

She almost looked worried, leaning back away from me as she said it. I couldn't blame her, she knows how my mind works. As if reading what was happening in my head, she crossed her legs and arms, shaking her head, "No way, you pervert, what if someone comes by?"

Putting out the half-gone smoke and setting my coffee cup to the side, I stood in front of her, kneeling down to put my arms across her knees. Waving my hand at the trees nearly surrounding our back yard, I whispered "I said it yourself, we have our own quiet corner of the forest. Who on earth is going to come wandering by before 8AM on a Saturday?"

"Dammit Mark, there's a jogging trail out there too. This is NOT how I want to meet our new neighbors."

"Chicken" I whispered. "Let me play, and no one will be able to see us."

She shook her head, but she was weakening. After only a token bit of resistance, she let me push her knees apart a couple of inches, which was all I needed. I reached forward, my hand lightly caressing her smooth thigh as I aimed for where her legs met. She clamped her legs together, but giggled as she did it, looking around to see if anyone was in sight. 

"Stop it you perv! Holy crap your hand is warm! It feels good right there, maybe you can leave it for a minute, OK?"

I laughed softly. "Nice try babe, but that's because I was holding my coffee cup with that hand, and you have the wind going up your robe. But damn right my hand feels good there, but it's about to get better if you will let me."

She let out a sigh, pretending to be weary of fighting, she looked around one last time, then opened her legs back up for me, scooting down on her seat a little. The worried look on her face was promptly replaced with desire, her bottom lip pulled back as she bit down softly on it.

I felt my hand reached it's destination as the feeling of her thigh ended, and my hand felt the small patch of hair that she called her 'landing strip.' My fingers lightly brushing against her skin, I touched all around her pussy, but not touching it just yet. As my hand wandered unseen under her robe, I pushed back it's hem, revealing her knees and part of her thigh. For every inch of flesh that was uncovered, it received a soft kiss, sometimes followed with a light nip of a gentle suck.

In only a minute or so, she had forgotten about who may see, and was now almost lying down in her chair, her ass was now on the edge of the chair, her robe fully opened to her waist.

She leaned forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me towards her. "Dammit Mark, quit teasing me already. I'm going to explode!"

Giving in easily, I let her drive my head, moving quickly to her center, my lips kissing her clit as we made contact. My tongue darted out, teasing the length of her moist lips, and she jerked as though shocked. Without much warning, my hand came up from below and teased it's way around her opening while my tongue latched onto her clit, all going from 0 to 100 in no time flat.

It caught her unprepared, and she screamed out my name. Glancing up, I saw her head thrown back, eyes closed. She had let go of my head only to grab ahold of the arms of the chair. We had not been together all that long, but long enough to know just where to touch her to drive her nuts. I now decided I had a goal, I wanted to make her cum in less than five minutes.

Pulling the belt on her robe, I opened it wide, exposing her whole body to me. At that time, I don't know if she knew that. Her face said she was miles from here. I was not doing this just to show her body off, I needed the covering off her breasts for playtime.

I guided her legs up over my shoulders, giving my hands room to wander around and touch her, and to let her grind my head as tight as she needed to against me. My hand that wasn't busy with her pussy made it's way up her body, grazing against her breast as I reached for her face. She reached her head towards me and unexpectedly turned at the last second and pulled my finger into her mouth, sucking on it obscenely. She didn't do this often since it reminded her of a blowjob.

Working my finger out of her mouth, I dropped my hand to her breast, lightly stroking the side of her bare breast, and reached out to pinch her nipple, pulling away slightly as I did so. Her eyes still closed, she couldn't look any more turned on, but just started moaning under her breath. Her breathing got faster and faster, I knew she was close. As her hips started pushing back against my mouth and fingers, I couldn't wait for the finish. After a couple minutes of this, she moaned, sounding agonized. 

"FUCK ME! Now! I need to feel your cock to make me cum. Hurry up!"

Leaving my tongue to keep her busy, I worked my sweatpants off, pushing them down to just above my knees. The sounds she was making was almost enough to make me cum. I'm honestly surprised I didn't get myself all messy just by seeing her squirm and hearing the noises she made. As I straightened up, I made my shirt fly off, my manhood standing at attention, throbbing in anticipation. He was pointing right to where he was going to go, but hovering only an inch away.

Watching her closely, I leaned forward, letting the purple head of my cock brush against her sensitive lips, sliding it up and down the wet path. The look on Mary's face was pure pleasure. Not moving , she silently mouthed "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" over and over, her hips bucking towards me as I stroked her with my cock.

With one thrust, I buried myself inside of her. In her excitement, she was so wet there was no hesitation as I slammed my hips against her, my balls slapping against her ass. Her legs flew around my waist and squeezed tight, locking me in place. She started to cum immediately, her back arching to thrust her breasts at the sky, they were slightly bouncing from her effort. Her hands were clamped around the arms of the chair; she was holding on so tight the skin on the edges of her hands went pale white.

She held me there for a minute as she relaxed. I was still quite turned on, and I flexed that muscle that makes my cock bounce, and every time it twitched inside of her, she rewarded me with a quick "Oooh." Slowly her legs relaxed, letting me back away from her inch by inch. Not that I wanted to get away, just enough for me to pull my cock out a tiny bit and gently push it to the hilt again.

She had only looked at me briefly in the past minute or two, and as she gave me room to begin fucking her again, she looked at me with an almost pained look. "What are you trying to do to me, dammit? I would like to be able to walk soon you.... oh damn, oh damn, I'm gonna cum again! Fuck me HARD!" she grunted.

Her legs came back up, her heels pulling on my hips, making me move that much faster as I slammed into her, our bodies slapping as we met. After only about 10 seconds, her legs locked up on me again, squeezing our bodies together. I continued to move inside of her, and pushed forward that last quarter inch of room I had.

Looking weary, she pushed me away slowly. "Dammit, I can't take much more of this, you have to stop. Just for a little while, baby, don't look at me like that. I might be about done, but you aren't though. Get back here."

With that, she grabbed my cock, glistening with her scent, and pulled me to her. She moved up, sitting on the very edge of her chair, and I saw her right hand drop between her legs right before her mouth met the tip of my cock. It was easy to see she was quite turned on, and as she started to stroke me, said "I know how much this turns me on, so I give it about another 4 or 5 minutes before I'm done – and I need you to cum at the same time I do. Got it?"

She sure knew what she was doing, even though she didn't do this very often. She said it kind of grossed her out, even though hit turned her on immensely. She moved forward, taking only the head of my cock into her mouth, sucking slightly, but her tongue danced around me, making me feel things that made my brain buzz.

My hands needed something to do. One of her hands stroking each of us, and her mouth was doing wonderful things to my cock. Resting my hands on either side of her head, I just followed her motions. Only once, she took a deep breath, shoving her head forward further than she had ever done to me. It felt like she was swallowing me. The two seconds my cock was there almost made me cum, but she pulled her head back to breathe, gagging slightly. My hands acted on their own, quickly pulling her head forward, impaling her face on my cock. 

I could barely make the right sounds for words. In between thrusts into her face, I got out "I'm...... gonna..... gonna.... oh shit... " only a second before my balls tucked up tight, and I felt the push of cum rushing out of me. The first blast felt like it could shoot across the room, and with her head held tight, Mary couldn't get out of the way.

At the time I could not comprehend a thing, she was saying something. I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't move my arms, un-clench my fists, open my eyes, or even breath properly. When the shaking subsided, my arms fell to my sides and my legs started to wobble. Looking down, my wife was still jerking in the final throes of her own estacy. My slowly shrinking cock was still in her mouth, and it shocked me to see my cum seeping out between my shaft and her lips, dripping onto her breasts.

She opened her mouth, allowing my spent member to fall out, landing with the tip resting against her chin, slick with a mix of her spit and my cum. She leaned back a little and opened her eyes, staring only at my cock. She leaned forward again, sucking me in all the way. Now that I was softer, she took in all of me, slowly moving her head back and forth. She looked up, staring me in the eyes, as her mouth stroked me.

With a low 'pop' sound, my cock came out of her mouth as she opened her mouth to talk to me. "That was a lot different than I remembered. I was kind of freaked out at first that you wouldn't let me go, but when you exploded in my mouth it turned me on so much I instantly came with you. It didn't taste bad this time either. Maybe we should do this more often..."

She leaned back in her chair as I made my way back on trembling legs to sit down. The heat of the moment passed, I looked at myself, then over at her. "Hey, do you realize that we are out on the deck buck naked?"

She grinned at me as she put her arms back into her robe and pulled it up over her shoulders. Not only did she not bother to close it up, she made sure it opened up enough to leave her breasts exposed. "Well, you are, I'm just mostly naked. Besides, who cares? It's our house, and it's not like anyone is going to see us."

I wobbled into the house to refill our coffee cups, then we sat for a few minutes regaining our strength. Our cups halfway empty, she pulled her robe around her and tied it. "Hey!" I complained "I was enjoying the view over here!"

She looked at me, her cheeks a little red, saying "Excuse me, I was getting cold. Besides, I need to get in and take a shower, and get this robe into the wash. You made a tiny mess."

Standing up to go in, I stopped her as she passed me. "Don't blame this on me, it's not just my fault, you had a hand, and a mouth, in this too. Besides, I'm not the only one who made a mess of it. Just think of where you were sitting."

Her mouth opened wide in shock as she looked at the back of her robe at waist level, but smiled as she lightly slapped my shoulder as she ran inside. 

While she was in the shower, my scheming mind had a crazy idea for later, so I got some things together before I walked into the bathroom. She let out a little squeal and made a half-hearted attempt to cover up as I pulled back the shower curtain. Her hands dropped as I stepped in with her, closing the curtain behind me. I knew just how to make this afternoon a bit more interesting.

To be continued...

Matinee Madness Ch. 02



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Note: At the time of this writing, the technology for reactive theater seats called DBox is fairly new. Yes, this is a real technology in use today. All the names involved have all been changed to disguise the facts.
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After our quickie romp on the back porch, we both needed to get cleaned up. Fresh out of the shower, I was the first one dressed. Naturally, my wife Mary takes a bit longer to get finished. Using the time where she slathered lotion all over her body, I picked out her outfit for today. This is something a bit unusual, but there was a good reason for all of this. She tried complaining, but I wouldn't hear of it. Sighing, she resigned herself to wear what I chose.

About noon we headed out, and Mary asked me a few times why I brought along a backpack. Naturally, I just gave her a sly smile. "You will find out in due time, don't worry about it, dear" was the only response she got.

The sun was out warming everything up, but the random shady spots were an instant ten degrees cooler. Just walking through the shade of a tree, or in the shadow of occasional cloud was enough to make Mary's nipples perk up, very obvious through her thin cotton blouse. Not that I was watching or anything. Well, OK, maybe I was. Just a little bit. Just like I was staring at her thin cotton skirt that went to the middle of her thighs. Hell ya I was enjoying the view too.

Several times, I caught her holding her skirt down against the frequent wind that tried to expose her panty-less ass to the world, and it made me laugh a little inside. After catching me smiling a little too broadly at her, she figured it out. "You jerk, you knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"

"Well, maybe. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful ass today, but so far it hasn't worked too well."

"Ya, you and everyone else. In case you haven't noticed, the Farmer's Market is outdoors, and there are a ton of people here that would also see me. And I don't feel like sharing right now, thank you. At least my shirt isn't in danger of flying up and showing everyone my tits too."

'Wow, she is really getting pissed off. Gotta play damage control' I thought. Shrugging it off, I replied "Sorry babe, I didn't think you would get this upset about it. I know you kind of get off by showing some skin, so I thought this would kind of get you in the mood. Besides, it's not like we know anyone here, and we aren't even close to home, so it's not like we are likely to see any of these people again any time soon."

That seemed to mollify her, so we moved on. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I said to her under my breath "I have an idea that may help. This will hold your skirt down, right?"

Mary smiled and playfully elbowed me in the gut, but didn't move my hands. Could not help but notice – even though we were not in the shade, her nipples were still trying to poke a hole in her blouse. I had picked this blouse on purpose. It had a fairly high neck and it had six buttons, and I knew that the top two had issues staying closed. The black color kind of hid her nipples, and also made it quite obvious when it showed skin because of the color contrast. The top button had already come undone, and she didn't seem to notice yet. Nothing was showing yet, but it wouldn't be long before the second one went and she would be sharing a preview of the girls.

We walked on for a while, collecting a few nick-nacks along the way. Claiming to need a break, I suggested we stop for lunch. When I saw a greasy-spoon type of place almost hidden among the vendor tents, we made a beeline for the place. Requesting a quiet booth in the back, we were seated quickly, and I made Mary sit with her back to the room. After giving our drink order, I put down my menu and stood up. "Be right back, restroom break."

It was just a tiny lie. I tracked down our waitress, waving her to me. "Excuse me miss, but my wife and I are having a serious talk during lunch, and we would appreciate it if you weren't very efficient at our table. I don't want to be rude, but could you not stop by our table as fast as you usually would please? "

She looked at me kind of weird, but smiled anyway. "Of course, sir. Anything you need. I will be back at your table in about five minutes for your order if that's OK."

"Ya, sure, no problem. Just walk from that direction over there so I have time to see you coming, then if I want you I will just wave you over to us. Is that OK? I don't want to have to bother you with hearing the boring details of our problems. Also, when you come back with drinks, can you also bring us a couple of large margaritas?"

Giving me a knowing nod of her head, she smiled and turned away as she was called by another customer.

Getting back to our table, I started speaking before I sat down. "OK, here's the rules. Lunch will be a bit different for you today hon. I would like some extra scenery today while eating, so could you do me a favor?"

Hesitant, she nodded at me, but looked confused. "As long as you don't get all weird on me, I guess we can work that out. What do you want?"

"Well...." I started, but faltered. My eyes left hers, clearly dropping to look at her chest. "OK, here's what I want. Every time our waitress comes to our table, I want you to undo a button on your shirt. Now, she will..."

"WHAT!?" she interrupted, hissing at me. "Are you insane? What makes you think I will do that?"

"Oh come on babe, she's a girl too, you don't have anything she hasn't seen in the mirror herself. Besides, if you do what I ask, I will make it up to you later. You will thank me, I promise you that."

Thinking silently, she leaned back in her chair, folding her hands together on the table. She glared at me, but not entirely in a mean way. I could almost hear the gears in her head grinding as she tried to figure me out. Taking advantage of her quiet, I glanced through my menu, taking the focus off of Mary to let her thoughts stew better.

I was about to say something when the waitress appeared a few tables away, heading towards us. Nodding at her, she came up to us, notepad at the ready. Surprising Mary, I quickly ordered a chicken salad for both of us. As our waitress left the table, Mary started to say something but was stopped by my finger waving at her. She looked at me oddly, and in response I just pointed to her chest and smiled.

Her eyebrows arched up and her head tilted a little. "I can't believe you, asking me to do this crazy stuff. I don't know why I let you talk me into things sometimes. But what the hell... I guess I can do this. THIS time, just this time."

Looking around quickly and finding no one watching, Mary's hands moved to her shirt. Her face showed that she was surprised that the first button was undone, and gave me a dirty look. There went the second one. She pulled the neck of her shirt apart a little, but it didn't do anything for me – it still just showed the flat skin of her upper chest, and nothing of her delectable breasts. They were just over a good handful each, so it wouldn't take long. That sure didn't stop me from staring though!

We made small talk for several minutes until the waitress came back with our drinks and food. As she left, I thanked her and turned to Mary. "Those drinks are both yours, you earned them for going along with my silly little game today. And yes, you need to have both of them before you are done with your salad. If nothing else, they will help too let you play my game."

Gesturing at her shirt, she got my hint and there went the third button. At the right angle, the top slope of one breast was visible. She pulled the edges of her shirt together, but she couldn't completely cover the cleavage. She shook her head and laughed at my inability to look away.

Sooner than I expected, the waitress appeared a few tables away and I waved her in. Since I just asked her for a drink refill and more salad dressing, Mary laughed as the waitress left. "You turd, you just wanted me to un-do another button, right?"

"Guilty. But there's more. Yes, I did want another drink, but something else too."

I got up and sat on the bench next to her as she undid the fourth one. Reaching into my backpack, I came up with a small washcloth I took from our bathroom this morning while she was showering. "Here, this is for you" I said, handing it to Mary. "This goes on the bench seat."

"Now I'm really confused. Why on earth would I need that?"

"Easy, we can be sure that seat is crawling with nasty germs, and if I'm gonna have desert between your legs, we need to keep my food clean. Now, put this down on the seat under your pussy."

She shrugged and lifted up, leaning forward over the table. As she reached between her legs, I reached back, pulling the back of her skirt out of the way, fully behind her. She barely held back a squeal as she fell backwards, her naked ass slapping the vinyl softly. As she turned to me, I put my hand up, covering her mouth. "Shhh, here comes the waitress. Don't make a scene. Besides, it's really turning me on knowing how close your naked ass is to my hand."

As our waitress was gone, I reached over for Mary's shirt. "One more visit, one more button."

With a huge grin, I popped the fifth button open and pulled her shirt to the side, now showing one entire breast and most of her stomach. My hand cupped her exposed breast, my fingertips finding her rock-hard nipple. Whatever comment Mary was about to make was totally lost as she inhaled sharply.

She covered herself up as well as she could and slowly worked my hand out, trying not to get anyone else's attention. "What the hell are you doing to me? I don't know how you did it, but I am so incredibly turned on right now it's not even funny!"

"That's kind of my plan, babe. Now pull your shirt back to the side a little, I still want to see."

Moving back to my side of the table, I smiled huge seeing how she looked now. Almost all the buttons were undone and her cheeks flushed with excitement sure made for a lovely change. "Don't think that just because I moved back here that we are done." I said, "I still have plans for you."

Mary seemed to have calmed down somewhat, and I couldn't let that happen. Not too much anyway. "Hey, your relaxing too much, and it's bothering my view. Pinch your nipples for me, I want to see them perking up again. Yes, both of them."

She put down her fork and smiled, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing, but not touching her nipples directly. I opened my mouth to say something, but she shushed me. Reaching in under her shirt, one hand at a time, I could see her fingers tweaking her nipples through her shirt. Starting to breath faster, her hand kept moving until I whispered quickly "Stop for a sec, here comes the waitress again."

Mary's face was all red and her shirt askew when the waitress asked if we wanted anything else. We both shook our heads and she turned to leave, but not before hesitating slightly as her eyes paused while glancing past Mary. I could have sworn she had just a hint of a grin on her face as she walked away.

"Another button, NOW" I hissed, my pulse speeding up a notch. "Pull your shirt apart so I can see."

Her face actually got a little more red, but without hesitation she reached for her shirt. The last button slipped out of it's hole slowly, and Mary looked around again, then pulled the fabric to her left as her right hand reached in to pull out her breast. No more finger teasing required, both her nipples were back to rock-hard status.

"Holy crap, this is so embarrassing, but at the same time I am so horny right now" she whispered to me."

Moving beside her again, my hand immediately went to her knees. The opened for me right away, and I reached up between her thighs.

"You sure are turned on" I said, quite surprised, "I haven't felt you this wet in a long time."

Slowly stroking my finger along her soaking wet slit, I paused at her clit every time I passed it. After a few strokes, my finger just stayed, toying with her gently. Reaching across, I grasped her breast, squeezing it and pulling it towards me.

"Dammit, you have to stop, right now."

I was not really surprised, I knew this was going to happen. This was not a bad thing though.

Mary continued "Keep this up, and you will have to fuck me right here and now. Was that part of your little game too?"

Slowly pulling back, with a pinch from each hand on it's way out, I replied "No, not quite. Besides, do you really want to get caught?"

"Right now, I don't want to, but any more teasing and I won't fucking care! Now stop it!" she hissed. 

Luckily she was still smiling. Not really wanting to leave, I went back to my seat anyway. I saw her try to fix her shirt, but shook my head at her. "Not yet, you don't. If you remember, my lunch was supposed to have a nice show to go along with it."

It was easy to see she was not really comfortable with that, but she was still in lust mode, so she let it go. After licking my fingers clean, knowing she could see me tasting her, I started eating again, but Mary couldn't sit still. Once hand disappeared under the table, making me grin. She smiled too as it was obvious we both knew where that hand went. Mary saw me waving again and her face paled, staring intently at me.

"Fine, go ahead and cover up, she will be here in a second." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Away went my view, and no sooner had her hand dropped from her shirt when our waitress stood in front of us. Without a comment, she dropped our check on the table, and turned to leave. A few feet away she stopped and turned back to us. With a knowing smile, she said "Thanks for coming in, enjoy the rest of your stay. Feel free to ask if there is anything at all that I can do for you."

My smile almost split my face in two as I turned to Mary. "So do we need anything else dear? Can you think of anything our lovely waitress can help with?"

Mary's face went bright red instantly, and she growled softly to me "Don't you DARE, I will hurt you."

I chuckled, and turned back "No thanks, I think we are good here."

As soon as she turned away again, Mary's hand dropped under the table again, her arm muscles tightening up. "I think you owe me another button, babe. Actually, we are now out of buttons, and we can't let her get away without you showing off some more..."

She looked worried for a moment while I thought, but leaned forward to blurt out "Don't say anything. It's my turn now."

"Go ahead, I'm waiting."

Instead of answering, she leaned back in her seat. Pulling her shirt apart, she draped it across the outsides of her breasts, fully exposing herself to me. As she ran her hands up and down her torso, pausing briefly on each breast for a quick pinch, she worked her leg up from under the table, placing her foot on the seat next to her, with her knee pushed out to the side, leaning up against the table.

Not wasting any time, I almost leaped out of my seat in a rush to sit next to her again. Her skirt was bunched up, her glistening wet pussy in full view. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together tightly as her eyes closed and her mouth fell open. 

The moment I touched her pussy, she moaned deeply under her breath, trying not to draw attention to us. "Fast, dammit, make it fast!" she whispered to me, "make me cum now!"

It wasn't my plan, but I couldn't stop what had been started, not now. Turning to face her, I reached across us to touch her, watching my fingers massage her clit. Pushing lower for a minute, two fingers held together felt their way down between her lips, pausing the her entrance. Her wetness covered my fingers as she shifted her hips forward into me, driving herself onto me. With a slight push, they sank deep inside her, buried completely. My thumb danced across her clit as fast as I could move it as my fingers bent forward searching out her special spot.

My other arm reached across her shoulders, my hand coming to rest on her breast, covering her hand. Her hand dropped out from beneath mine, allowing me to cup her full breast. She pushed my thumb out of the way, taking over the job of rubbing her clit. Rubbing faster than I could have, in just seconds I felt her pussy contract, squeezing tightly on my trapped fingers.

Struggling to stay silent, she bit her lip as she came, and I could see her eyes roll back in her head even through her closed eyelids. Every twitch of my hand on her breast or the fingers inside of her caused her whole body to jerk slightly, and I can't say every twitch was accidental.

Getting her breathing quickly under control, she pried our hands off of her body. Suddenly self-conscious, she buttoned her shirt back up most of the way, but leaving the top few undone. My arm still around her shoulders, it was only a short reach for me to reach the front of her shirt to pull it open to give myself a quick peek at the twins now hidden away.

She smiled at me as she quickly cleaned herself off with the washcloth. "Good thing you brought this, I would hate to have a huge wet spot in the back of my skirt."

Sadly pulling away from her, I put the soaked washcloth away in the backpack, feeling quite dirty myself as I caught a whiff of the scent she left on it. Mary must have caught that quick smell also as she blushed lightly. "I hope no one notices" she said softly, "I can't believe we actually just did that! You are soooooo bad, you pervert."

Getting ready to leave, I finally looked at the bill as I pulled out my wallet. To my surprise, it was only the restaurant's copy of the bill. It was paid. There was a hand-written note on the bottom that said "Thanks for the show, you made our day." Passing the bill to Mary, I looked around in shock, I finally caught a glimpse of what had to be our benefactor. A couple probably in their 40s was in plain view off to the side, and only their faces were visible. From a mirror on the wall. Not ten feet away. 

They smiled and waved, and my face must have gone just as pale as Mary's did as we both caught sight of them. "I swear no one was there when we started playing" I said to Mary, "I swear it. I had no idea anyone could see anything, babe."

She turned to me looking pissed off, but the look on my face must have convinced her. She forgot her anger quickly as she pushed on me. "Let's get the hell out of here, now. Oh, I am so embarrassed."

We were almost running as we reached the door, and I now saw in person the people who were watching and gave them a quick smile and wave as we disappeared from sight. However, by the time we reached the end of the block, we had started giggling about it, and were laughing like mad a minute later. The embarrassment gone, it was now quite funny to us.

Most of our energy was now burned off and it was hot and very bright outside. I no longer wanted to be outside. I wanted to relax for a few minutes, somewhere inside, not out in the heat. "Hey babe" I said, "we should go indoors. I really want to sit down to relax a little. What do you think?"

"Sure, that's fine. That actually sounds really good. But where to go? I'm not going back in that restaurant ever again though!"

We had a good laugh at that, and when we calmed down again, I pointed to the building we were in front of. It was Sound View Theater. "Why not here? We can get some popcorn, sit in a comfy chair, and pass the heat of the day in an air-conditioned dark room and relax."

"Umm, a movie?" she asked. "Do you even know what's playing?"

Checking the listing, there was some action movie that we had seen a week or so ago, but it said this one was in 3D, plus they were featuring some new thing called 'DBox' seats that looked like they were some advanced video game force-feedback chairs. I had seen the reviews for them, and had found this theater and showtimes online, but I could play stupid really well. 'Thrill Ride - Part 3' was a good movie, but maybe the action sequences were a bit much for a mid-day matinee. However, it was also the only thing playing within the next hour.




Matinee Madness Ch. 02



"Come on, let's go. We have already seen Thrill Ride 3, but not in 3D or with those DBox things. Why not give it a shot?"

It looked like she no longer cared. She was walking through the doors before I had finished asking. She stood in line for some popcorn while I got the tickets, and we walked in as the previews were still going. We stood still in the aisle, shocked to see we had the whole place to ourselves. Happy everything was working out so close to what I had hoped (and planned) for, I pulled her behind me, heading up to the last row, taking a seat in the corner furthest from the door.

I put my arm around her shoulders as we settled in for the start of the movie, and after a few minutes my hand naturally found it's way inside her shirt. Mary looked up at me and smiled as she felt my touch on her breasts. She whispered "Here, let me make that easier for you."

With none of the hesitation she showed before, she unbuttoned her shirt down to a point just below her breasts, pulling one side open for my viewing pleasure. We were paying no attention to the movie, so the loud sounds caught us by surprise, as did the noise and vibrations coming from our seats. I was still looking at her chest, and was mesmerized by the waves of motions moving through her breasts.

Mary slid off the chair quickly, going to her knees. She pulled my head down to meet hers and said to my ear "Holy crap, I can't handle that on my crotch right now baby. Maybe in a little bit, just not now, OK?"

I just nodded, but didn't back away. I reached forward with both hands, finding her exposed breasts waiting for my hands. Without moving away, she kissed my cheek and said "You know, I could get some good payback while I'm down here. Especially with this empty theater."

In the two seconds it took me to realize what she was talking about, she already had my pants unbuttoned and was starting on the zipper. I made only a token resistance, hoping for an awesome blowjob that would also help to get her back in "the mood" quickly. Looking down at her was enough for my hardening cock to jump to attention instantly. Her shirt was now fully open, and she was watching herself pump my cock with her hands, licking her lips, her boobs bouncing with the rhythm of her stroke.

The movie forgotten except for the deafening sounds coming from all around us, the rest of the world ceased to exist as her mouth made love to my cock. I felt myself sliding forward and put my feet out, stopping myself on the back of the row ahead of us. Turns out Mary was pulling me lower. That's fine, that just made it easier to reach her freely-swaying boobs.

She could tell I was getting close and stopped sucking on me, just stroking with her hand. The other hand now busy between her legs. Although she didn't know, back in the restaurant she had started me on a series of attacks by the Blue Ball syndrome. All that cum building up was now working to force it's way out. With one last deep facial impalement, she backed off and stroked me. 

As the same time of the movie's sound going crazy, I felt my release getting closer by the second. With the sound and vibration of a small explosion on the big screen, my hands gripped the armrests as the rest of my body ceased to exist as my cock seemed to explode as well. I came so hard, I felt like I could have shot my load into the ceiling. With slow intervals, about once a second my body would tense again as I came over the rows of chairs in front of us. Most of my load gone, she took me back in her mouth, playing with my balls and 'milking' my cock to completely empty me.

My sense of feeling, vision, and hearing have just now cleared up. I looked over at Mary to tell her how awesome she is, and I did a double-take. She was back in her chair next to me, and her shirt was still wide open. But now her skirt was gone too, tossed to the chair on the other side of us. Legs spread, she was leaning slightly forward in the chair.

When I ran my hand over her ass, quite bright against the dark of the theater, she turned to me, a look of pleasure written all over her face. "This was the best movie to come see. This chair has really got me going again."

Not waiting for me to come back to my senses fast enough, she had taken the washcloth back out of my backpack and was sitting on it again. She had also found the little remote-control rabbit vibrator I had hidden under the washcloth. She put the remote in one of my hands and guided my other hand between her legs where I felt the wire go between them and inside of her.

"The spots these seats don't touch, this little sucker still reaches" she breathed to me. "I have never been fucked so good by a dildo in my life!"

Just then, I felt my seat rumble as an explosion rolled across the big screen. My thumb hit the speed controller, pushing it to the max. The blast coming from speakers almost drowned her out, I heard her scream in pleasure. As their rumbling died down, I notched the speed control back down, one click at a time.

She yanked the control away from me and turned it off, lowering her head between her knees. Her legs were shaking violently as she came down from a massive orgasm caused by the seats and her toy. I still hadn't put away my cock, and seeing her in this state, and my hand on her ass, it was starting to come back to life.

Mary sat back, looking exhausted, her legs spread and arms flopped to the side and her head resting on the back of the chair. Not caring what she looked like, no modesty. Not that her immodesty turned me on, but just seeing her nearly nakedness made my cock stand up again. Her legs splayed open, and her shirt framing her pale breasts, she looked almost completely nude sitting next to me, her face slack while recovering from another mind-blowing orgasm.

I was distracted by taking in the sights below her neck, she had started watching me watch her. A small grin was starting to form on her face as our eyes met. "Funny thing, babe" she said, leaning towards me "for some reason I don't remember this movie being so damn good before."

Quickly getting up, she took one step over to stand in front of me. Leaning over, her hand reached between her legs to grab my cock, and she sat back slowly, lowering herself slowly onto my cock. She leaned back on me moaning softly. I reached between her legs to tease her clit, but she stopped me right away. "No, not right now. She's sore for some reason. I just wanted to feel you inside of me."

We sat this way for a few minutes, not talking or moving. Well, only if you count 'not moving' as me helping to shield her nakedness by covering her breasts with my hands, only softly squeezing. I could feel her pussy tighten up on my cock as she started to work her hips around. "Let me do this" she whispered, "this feels so different, I can feel the vibrations from the seat through your cock."

Reaching my hand up, I stroked her cheek and pulled her face to me. I kissed her softly on the lips while my hands slipped down to stroke the rest of her exposed body. "I know what you mean. Maybe it's different because we went to the early show this time. Maybe we can do this again soon. Like next weekend. Hell, every weekend!"

Mary got up off of my slowly and picked up her skirt. Still standing in front of me, she turned to face me while she put it on. Almost reluctantly, she buttoned up her shirt, but stopping as the shirt barely hid her boobs. She pulled me up and fixed my clothes, then turned to leave. Stopping just before we left the dark theater, she said "I need you to fuck me good and hard, but not here. Besides, by the time we get home, your little man should have had all the napping he needs. I can't have you getting tired on me."

She turned to leave, flipping up the back of her skirt in the hallway to show off her cute little ass. My brain kicked into gear, chasing her ass. I needed to get her home NOW to get another piece of it.

Maybe if you're good, I will tell you what happens next, but now I'm too busy to talk – I need to get her home. Now.