At The Movies

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It was about three years ago when I was working inSeattle.  I was bored one night, tired of going out drinking or visiting the strippers (yeah, those were my only two forms of entertainment for the most part) 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 was sitting just 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.  Now the theater had those great seats where you can lift up the arm so that you can 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 to me.  I didn’t mind and she wasn’t exactly hard to look at so I just took it as a pleasant little bonus (It was a pretty lonely year).  The couple was talking while we waited for the movie to start and I could tell that she didn’t really want to be there and was more than a little pissed about it.  Eventually the lights dimmed and the movie got started.

About five minutes into the movie I felt a hand on my leg. I glanced over at my neighbor and she gave me a little wink and then turned back to the movie.  I took my first real good look at her and she was pretty attractive.  She was thin and pale with dark hair, sort of accidental Goth if you will.  I would have guessed her age at twenty, no more than twenty-one.  She was wearing a tight fitting sweater and a pair of jeans, perfectly appropriate considering the cool spring rain that had been carrying on all week.  I had my coat on my lap (I can’t stand wearing a coat inside and there was no open seat for me to rest it on) and she had her hand on top of my coat resting about hand’s width above my knee.  I figured she was just trying to make her boyfriend jealous and that didn’t bother me in the slightest so I just sat back and grinned a little grin 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 sat there watching 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 sat there for some time, running her hand 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, whispering 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 and I nodded. She sat back, 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 had settled in, she slid her hand back under my coat, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  I have to admit, it was definitely hard to focus on the movie and not making any noise.  The woman had a magical touch though,  she slowly stroked me through the rest of the movie, bringing me up and letting me down time after time.  I remember thinking at one point that the movie was getting pretty long and that it would probably end soon.  I was a little nervous that she was going to not get me off and have to leave, but I think she was thinking the same thing because it was at about that time that when she brought me up that she didn’t stop.  Her fingers worked all over my cock with a firm but gentle stroke that was swiftly coaxing me to the point of no return and when I came I came hard.  She continued to stroke me as my cum covered her hand and the inside of my jacket, and I accidentally let a gasp out, but the movie was loud enough to mask it. When I finally stopped cumming she stroked me slowly for a few more moments, then pulled her hand out and excused herself to the restroom.

As I sat there, exposed and covered with cum beneath my coat pocket I began to wonder how I was going to get out of the theater with getting caught or looking totally obvious.  I slid my hand under my coat, put myself away and zipped up my jeans and figured I would just hold the coat all folded up in front of myself and try to be as nonchalant as possible.  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 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, and then I read the note, “Thanks for the fun.  Perhaps you’d like to go see another movie some time?”   Scrawled at the bottom was an email address.  I smiled and stuck the note back in pocket.  As I was leaving the parking lot I saw the two of them standing outside, leaning against a car, making out like crazy and all I could do was smile some more.  It was one of the best movies I had ever seen and I don’t even remember that much about what was on screen…


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