I’ve read your bio … tell me a dangerous story … please.
The movie theatre was almost empty. It simply wasn’t as popular anymore. Not many were keen to sit in a room full of coughing strangers.
She wore what he requested - the black bra and thong with the red detailing. A gift from him, of course. She paired it with a simple black garter and classic sheer black stockings. The heels she wore were a gift from him too. She liked the way her legs looked when she wore them, and she swayed as she walked, making her trench coat flare out a little.
She sat where he requested too. Back row, centre. He’d left tickets for them at the reception. She made sure to sit demurely, so not to reveal too much to her fellow movie goers.
He arrived once the theatre was already in darkness. He loved the drama of it, the anticipation, the covertness.
He sat without acknowledging her and stared directly at the screen as the movie started. It made her nervous and she gave him sideways glances and shuffled in her seat. She also looked around the theatre. No one was looking back at them. Everyone was drawn into the movie already.
Ever so gently, he placed his hand on her knee and slowly slid it up her thigh. She pulled her trench coat aside to give him access. He still didn’t look at her, but she saw him smirk when he reached her panties. The smirk became a devilish grin when his fingers pressed against the lace and found her wet.
He slid his fingers under and began to rub her throbbing clit. She stifled a moan and held his wrist to keep from writhing and sliding off her seat. Her orgasm came quick and hard. Her legs shook as he made sure his fingers stayed in long enough to coax her climax out to the very end. Panting, she watched as he slowly removed his hand and licked his fingers. That was all she needed to see before pushing the armrest up that separated them... unzipping his pants and releasing his hard cock.
She heard his gasp within the sounds of the movie as she took him deeply in her mouth. She held him there. Felt him twitch. Heard him groan. Then slowly pulled up, her lips gripping smoothly around his shaft. He moaned. She moaned. She could taste his arousal when she licked his throbbing head, and she rubbed it against her lips, not caring if she ruined her immaculately applied lipstick.
She held him deep as he released his pleasure into the back of her throat. The public nature of their meeting had made them both quick to find their release. She hoped it wasn’t the last time they did this.
As she raised her head from his lap and delicately dabbed her lips, he looked at her for the first in the darkness. He took her face in his hand and kissed her passionately, before adjusting himself and doing up his pants. He left before the end of the movie.
She stayed and watched, but couldn’t concentrate on what she was seeing. Her cheeks were flushed, her cunt pulsing and her mind replaying the events of the last hour.
Later, she drove home to her husband, just as he had returned to his wife.
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