At The Movies

Many years ago, when I was working in Seattle. I got bored one night. I was tired of going out drinking, and my wallet needed a break from visiting the strippers, so I went out to catch a movie. I got there a little early, and it was a good thing because the theatre filled up pretty quickly. I sat slightly back of center in the upper area. On my left was a couple of teenagers and to my right was a guy and his girlfriend and the girlfriend was sitting closest to me. 

The theater had those great seats where you could lift up an arm so you could snuggle up to your date, and I had not pulled the right side arm down, so the woman next to me was a little close. I didn’t mind. She wasn’t hard to look at, so I took it as a pleasant little bonus. 

The couple talked while we waited for the movie to start. I could tell that she did not want to be there from the tone of her voice. The way he said, “We’ll watch what you want next time. I promise,” suggested this was a common occurrence, and she was more than a little pissed about it. 

The lights dimmed, and they stopped talking as the previews started rolling.

About five minutes into the movie, I felt a hand on my leg. I glanced over at my neighbor. She gave me a little wink and turned back to the movie. I took my first real good look at her. She was thin and pale with dark hair, a sort of accidental Goth. I guessed her age at twenty, no more than twenty-one. She wore a tight-fitting sweater and a pair of jeans, perfectly appropriate considering the cool spring rain that carried on all week. My coat sat on my lap and her hand sat on top of my coat resting about hand’s width above my knee. I figured she was trying to make her boyfriend jealous and that didn’t bother me in the slightest, so I sat back and grinned while the movie played on.

Slowly but surely, my neighbor moved her hand under my coat and further up my leg. She was definitely taking her time, gauging my reaction, I would guess. I watched the movie, neither encouraging or discouraging, but when she got to the top of my leg and ran her hand down the inside of my thigh she immediately ran into my rather stiff cock and she knew that I was anything but disapproving. She kept her hand there for some time, running it up and down the length of my cock, occasionally giving it a little squeeze, while her eyes never left the screen. 

Eventually, she pulled her hand from beneath my coat and leaned over to her boyfriend. She whispered something in his ear, he got up and headed out of the theatre, and she turned back to me. She leaned in close, pressing her breasts against my arm and placing her mouth a hairs breadth from my ear, “if you think you can keep quite I’ll make this a movie you’ll never forget.” She leaned back and looked me in the eyes. 

I nodded. 

She sat back and scooted a little closer than when the movie started, but still far enough away for her boyfriend not to notice when he returned with her soda.

Once he settled in, she slid her hand back under my coat, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. 

I admit it grew hard to focus on the movie without making any noise. 

The woman had a magical touch. She stroked me slowly through the rest of the movie She brought me up and let me down time after time. 

I thought at one point the movie was getting pretty long, and it would end soon. I was a little nervous that she would leave without finishing me off. 

 No sooner had I thought it than she brought me up and did not stop. Her fingers worked all over my cock with a firm but gentle stroke that swiftly coaxed me to the point of no return. 

When I came, I came hard. 

She continued stroking my cum covered her hand and the inside of my jacket. 

I accidentally let a gasp out, but the sound of explosions and gunfire from the movie masked it. When I stopped cumming she stroked me slowly for a few more moments before pulling her hand out and excusing herself to the restroom.

As I sat there, covered with cum beneath my coat, I began to wonder how I was going to get out of the theater without getting caught or looking totally obvious. I slid my hand under my coat, put myself away, zipped up my jeans, and figured I would hold the coat all folded up in front of me while I nonchalantly walked out of the theatre. 

About the time I had finished zipping, my movie neighbor returned and sat down, only this time her hand searched out my own rather than sliding under my coat. She placed something in my hand, and I quietly slid it into my pants pocket. 

When the movie ended I waited a couple minutes after the two of them left before I stood up and made my way back to the car. As soon as I got inside, I emptied my pocket and marveled at what she had left me: a pair of green lace panties and a note scribbled on a piece of bathroom paper towel. The panties were soaked and smelled of her sex, instantly making me hard again. I set them on the seat beside me and read the note. 

“Thanks for the fun. Perhaps you’d like to go see another movie sometime?” 

Scrawled at the bottom was an email address. I smiled and stuck the note back in my pocket. As I left the parking lot I saw the two of them standing outside, leaning against a car, making out like crazy. All I could do was smile some more. It was one of the best movies I had ever seen, and I don’t remember much about what was on screen…

Originally Published August 30th, 2011.

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