At the Movies - Sex Stories

At the Movies

We're at the movies, but neither of us is paying any attention to what's happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, there are maybe seven other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for twenty minutes, and she's whispering filthy things in my ear. She met me here right after work, so she's still in her work clothes. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and her skirt is bunched up around her hips. The armrest between us is up, and she's pressed up against me, her hand on my chest. I have one arm over her shoulder, and my other hand is inside her bra. She's telling me that she's been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet. Her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my groin. I squeeze her breast, rubbing my palm across her hardening nipple, and she shifts her hips to press more firmly against me, moaning appreciatively. She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found her panties were already wet. I ask her to prove ...

... it, and she makes a big show of leaning away from me and sliding down in her seat. Her legs spread, she pulls her skirt higher, and eagerly pulls her panties to the side with one hand, while running a finger between her lips with the other. Sliding up and down several times, she bites her lip as she pushes her finger inside. Then, quick as a flash, her panties are back in place, and she leans against me, her arm slipping behind my back, her lips kissing up my neck. She licks my ear, and then reaches up to slip her finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the cream of her pussy. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine... and really turns me on. With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back under her skirt and tells me that she's stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing only a thin tank top and panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she's sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums. She's starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. As she describes it, ...