“At the movies” by Dulcinea – MF

Cinema

The movie was bad.

Boring, dull, in spite of the good reviews. She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. He seemed to be enjoying it. “Can we go?” she whispered. “Please.”

“Shh. I wanna see how it ends.”

Slumping in her seat, she glared at the screen. Besides the two of them, there were three other couples in the theatre, and the couple closest to them stood up and left. She didn’t realize she was fidgeting until he placed a hand on her knee, whispering for her to calm down. Crossing one leg over the other, she tugged her skirt up a bit, so his hand rested on her stockinged leg. He didn’t seem to notice.

Grumbling to herself, she tugged the skirt higher, showing the tops of her stockings. Twisting around, she leaned against him as much as the confining seats allowed, letting her breast fall heavily against his arm. One hand snaked down to his lap, caressing the inside of his thigh.

“Honey!” he whispered frantically. “Shhh,” she nodded at the screen, inching her fingers farther up his leg. “Watch the movie.”

He made a slight whimpering noise, but said no more, his eyes focused on the screen. Her fingers rubbed the bulge in his pants, feeling his cock leap as she began to pay attention to it. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, she unbuttoned his slacks, feeling his deep intake of breath as she freed his straining erection.

With one finger she began stroking the shaft, smearing the drop of precum around the head, then she brought her finger to her mouth, licking it clean. Though he pretended not to watch her, she could see him peeking out of the corner of his eye, so, to give him a good show, she closed her lips around her finger, sucking it in and out of her mouth.

His fingers began to crawl up her thigh, and she suppressed a smile, waiting until they crossed her stocking top, then she re-crossed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. She giggled, his squirming fingers tickling as he tried to free his hand.

Licking her palm, she wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding it up and down the way he liked. He ceased his attempts to free his hand, closing his eyes and moaning softly. She slid further down in the seat, working her hand faster. Neither of them were paying any attention to the movie any more, and she slid still lower. “Honey…” he whispered.

“Movie,” she responded, squatting on the floor in front of him. With a delicate swipe of her tongue, she cleaned the tip of his cock of all the precum, then covered the head with her mouth. Her hand still stroking the shaft, she sucked and licked his cock until she felt his body tense, knowing he was about to cum.

“Oh, honey… an usher!” He tapped her shoulder, even as he began to spurt hot cum down her throat. His groans stopped in his throat, as he struggled to keep his body still in the seat. He could see the red light of the usher’s flashlight as he walked down the aisle. “Usher!” he hissed again.

When the red light fell on them, she was back in her seat, her head resting against his chest, eyes closed as though sleeping. His arm draped lazily across her, resting on her hip. Without pausing, the usher moved on, exiting the theatre at the front exit. “That was close!” he said. His hand caressed her ass through her skirt. “Let’s head for home.”

“Home!” She sat up, focusing all her attention on the screen. “And miss the end of the movie?”

Nothing he could say would make her budge until the movie was over, either.

 


4038197324_f23a251c6d_sSome words about Dulcinea, the author of this story, taken from the Alt.Sex.Stories Hall of Fame:

Dulcinea began posting in June 1995. Her many stories were all short, MF rom pieces about devoted couples, full of playful banter and with a wholesome feeling. While engaged in a project to write a story for every letter of the alphabet (reaching the letter F), she died in the middle of 1997. Her stories are a delight to read.
–Apuleius of Madaura

Dulcinea had a simple style; graceful, genuine, cheery and unassuming; and it fit her sweet stories perfectly. She wrote of ordinary people, couples who could be your neighbors, and of the delights, pleasures, goodness and small surprises they discover in each other and in sex. The plots contain sometimes some tease or twist, but invariably one that works towards bliss or at least happiness.
–Mat Twassel

Do you want to read more awesome sexy stories? Proceed to my home page if you wish, be my guest!


Photo: “Cinema” by Silveira Neto. Published under a creative commons license.

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