Here's To The Place We First Met - Sex Stories

Here's To The Place We First Met

I’m getting ready to go to the movies with my Jane. She likes her movies blasted at her face, with the sound volume to follow. We head out after a wonderful home-cooked dinner.

We find our seats in the fifth row from the back. The closer we get to the movie starting, the more we realize that there is only going to be a handful of people in here.

As trailers for other movies start flashing across the screen, Jane and I start messing about as usual: fighting for popcorn rights, armrest rights, and pointing out the movies we should definitely see.

Not long after the movie starts, a couple at the far end of the theater starts making out rather aggressively.

“It’s probably their first time at the movies together,” Jane says as she sees me glancing at them.“You and I didn’t eat each other’s faces back then for that reason,” I whisper.

“We can if you feel left out. You want me to suck your cock now that we’re here?” she jokes, amused.

She kisses me alluringly. As her hands reach up under my shirt, running a finger along the skin above my belt, my hands grab hers. The warm wave that rushed through my groin made me realize I had to stop her.

But then I think twice. Two can play this game.

Jane anticipates my move and sinks into the chair, pulling her legs up as a shield between us.But I grab her ankles and pull her legs across my lap, locking them in place with my arm.

She is fighting between the playful side and the side that eagerly welcomes my ...

... kisses.

I slide a hand up along the inside of her thigh, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. She attempts to keep it at bay while keeping my lips locked on hers.

She tries to stifle the small shrieks coming from her mouth every time my hand inches closer to where her dress ends.

I shush her, though I can’t quite keep my laughter in either. We call it a truce, and I press my lips to hers a couple of times before we tangle up together and watch the movie.

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“I’ve got just one more thing before we go home,” I tell her as we pull out of the movie theater’s parking lot.

“And what is that?” she asks with amused suspicion.

“Well, with the risk of sounding corny, you’ll see when we get there.”

It’s a twenty-minute drive, and I’m impressed that she doesn’t attempt to make me tell her where we are going. I can see her trying to figure it out every time we pass a road sign, though.

When I pull into a makeshift parking lot bordering a dense forest and tall hills behind it, it dawns on her, and her beautiful smile lights up.

I have brought us back to the place where we had our first hike and date together two years ago. A simple double date that my friend had persuaded me to participate in.

My friend had a lousy day with a girl who only made complaints. I had met Jane, and my life has been happy since.

Parking on the pitch-black grass field, the darkness swallows us whole as I turn the key and kill the engine.

“Your table awaits in the back, Miss,” ...