We’re Not Here For The Movie

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I can feel my cock straining against my pants as I open the car door for you. I had been teasing you all week, and tonight I plan to finish what I started.I offer you my hand and help you out of the car. The touch of your soft skin is enough to make my heart melt. I look into your big, beautiful eyes and momentarily lose myself. Your silky black hair enraptures my attention and I imagine the intangible pleasure of sweeping it back behind your ear. A loose-fitting sweatshirt matches the dark shade of your hair. While you aren’t insecure about your body, you don’t flaunt it. I know the hot little minx that lies beneath the baggy sweatshirt. I’m only snapped out of my trance-like state when you use my hand for support and pull yourself out of the car.I close the door behind you and look ahead at the theater in front of us. There haven’t been any decent new releases in weeks, so the parking lot is relatively empty. I let you walk ahead of me, never letting go of my hand. I watch your ass sway with every step inside of your comfortably loose jeans. In my mind, I am visualizing your sexy legs devoid of the pesky pants. The thought only contributes to the swelling hardness tucked into my pants.As we approach the door, I rush ahead and pull it open for you, letting go of your hand to do so. With a smile that makes me fall in love with you all over again, you strut through the door. I land a playful slap on your ass as you pass. Biting your lip ever so softly, you look back at me over your shoulder with a smirk that seems like imagery from a wet dream. I couldn’t subdue my stiffening rod right now if my life depended on it.My mind preoccupied with plans of what I’ll do esat escort to you later tonight, I promptly order tickets to a dirty romance film. While I don’t particularly care for the genre, we’re not here for the movie. But, dressed in loose-fitting clothes designed for comfort, you wouldn’t have guessed my intentions when we left the house.Grabbing the tickets from the box office attendant, I take your hand and lead you into the theater. Being accustomed to my tradition of always getting popcorn, you hesitate as we pass concessions. You feel my hot breath on your ear. “You’re the only snack I need tonight,” I whisper with layered intentions. If not for your dark complexion, you would be blushing. The way your eyes light up at the comment warms my heart, but the heat doesn’t stop at my chest.I pull you close and give you a quick peck on the lips. Then I lead you into the theater.As usual, the lights are dim, but the trailers have yet to begin. There is only one other couple in the auditorium so far, seated in the back row. Though they both are staring down at the glow of their cell phones, I can sense the sexual tension between them. They may think that they are being discreet, but it is all too obvious what they plan to do as soon as the film starts. I lead you to an arbitrarily selected row in the middle of the theater and we make our way down the seats, stopping randomly in the middle.I raise the armrest and offer you the seat to my right. We sit and I put my right arm around your shoulders. You instictively snuggle up to me, placing your right hand on my chest and leaning into me. I could sit here and enjoy this all night, etimesgut escort bayan but I have other plans to fulfill.I lean down and whisper in your ear, “The movie isn’t the only reason we’re here.” You’re too smart to have thought otherwise after you heard me order the tickets, but you look up at me and feign suprise, your adorable eyes capturing my attention once again. The movie has been out for weeks, and the critics were not overly pleased with the dirty imagery and oversexualization of the relationship between the two characters.You slide your right hand down my chest and let it come to rest over my pulsating buldge. The familiar sensation of your hand over my swollen member reminds me just how submissive you are. While I let you rest your hand in my lap, you understand that there would be hell to pay if you try anything more. I watch a couple more moviegoers enter the auditorium while I enjoy your delicate touch. I let my hand droop down to your right breast and lovingly rest my hand there. I don’t squeeze, but my touch reminds you that you are ultimately mine.We remain in that position, awaiting the film. You’re left to imagine all the things I might do to you in the darkness of the theater. Eventually, the lights go out and the previews begin to play. I finally give your breast a squeeze and you snuggle up to me tighter, feeling the monster inside my pants continue to grow. Being close to you is enough to turn me on, but touching you makes me go crazy. Still, however, I restrain myself. I’m eager to act on my plans, but I must wait until the movie starts.As the opening credits flash onto the screen, I give Escort etlik your breast another tender squeeze. And then I stop. You patiently wait for a couple of scenes, but as soon as the male star takes off his shirt for the first time, you lose your patience. I feel your hand wrap around my buldge and squeeze. You know that such an umprompted act would usually land you in trouble, but tonight you’re willing to risk it for the pleasure of my hand.Surprisingly, I let you continue what you’re doing. I lean back in my seat as I feel your hand rub all over my lap and squeeze with just enough pressure. I let my grip on your breast tighten. The familiar sensation comforts you, but you want more.You try to introcuce a second hand onto my lap to undo my pants, but I remove my arm from your shoulder and take your wrists. I relocate your hands off of my lap and let them drop uncerimoniously. I push you off of me and readjust my posture. You’re terrified that you really did something wrong, so you can’t even try to focus on the movie. You sit there in anxious silence for a couple of scenes, letting your horniness begin to die off.You’ve almost given up when you feel my hot breath on your ear. “Undo your pants,” I whisper. “And nothing else.” You’re all too eager to follow my orders. You unbutton and unzip your pants and stare at me for further instructions. But I’m not looking at you. It’s taking all of my willpower to keep my eyes off of you, but I’m staring at the screen.The slow pace of my advance is driving you crazy, but you understand that I am very deliberate in my actions. If I tell you to do something, you had better comply. You’re pondering this when you feel my hand move to your left thigh. Excitement courses through you at my simple touch, but you know that I’m not done just yet. You let my firm grip guide your leg over mine, spreading your legs wide. You slump in your seat to allow for easier access to your undone pants, but I’m not there yet.

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