Saturday Afternoon At The Movies - Sex Stories

Saturday Afternoon At The Movies

... watched as the couple found their seats closer to the screen.

‘Oh blow!’ she whispered. ‘I thought we’d have the place to ourselves.’

‘I know,’ Dean replied. ‘I mean, who’d be dull enough to want to see a documentary at the cinema on a Saturday afternoon?’

Talulah nodded, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, giggling as Dean shoved her playfully.

‘You never know, you might learn something,’ he said.

‘Well, you are my teacher,’ she replied, sliding her hand inside his thigh. Dean groaned as his erection grew.

The imposing wooden door creaked open, a sound that Stephanie always felt was a little cliche given the gothic look of their dormitory. Stepping across the threshold she kicked off her shoes, pushing her ankle socks inside; she liked to walk barefoot.

Her room was a little chilly, the spring sun not offering much warmth. She turned up her thermostat before pulling a pair of loose leggings and a baggy T-shirt from her drawer, unzipping her dress, stepping out of it. She unhooked her bra and slid her knickers down her thighs, flicking them across the room with her foot to land in her open laundry basket, congratulating herself with a nod.

Flopping onto her bed, Stephanie picked up her book and reading glasses. She had just found the folded page corner when there was a knock at her door. She frowned. It was too soon for Victoria to be back and she wasn’t expecting the see Talulah for the rest of the day.

‘Come in.’

The face that appeared ...

... around her door was pretty, framed by a wavy blonde bob that was growing out. Lily smiled at her. ‘Are you busy?’

Another four people had entered the screen but no one had attempted to sit near Dean and Talulah. As the lights dimmed Talulah, staying low in her seat, slid closer to her teacher kicking off her shoes.

‘Do you know what’s good about this cinema?’ Dean whispered.

‘What?’

Dean reached between them, lifting the armrest until it sat vertically behind them.

Talulah looked surprised but then slid closer, her hand dropping between Dean’s thighs, feeling his erection against her upper arm. With a quick glance around the other seats, Dean reached his arm around behind Talulah’s neck, his hand moving down to rest on her breasts. He paused.

‘Are you not wearing a bra?’

‘No, sir,’ she replied matter-of-factly.

Dean’s fingers found her nipples, stroking them through the thin material of her dress. Talulah sighed at his touch; it had been a week since the last time they had been together and she had found it hard not to think about him touching her.

‘Do you know what else?’ she asked quietly.

‘What?’ Dean replied, his fingers stroking her nipples, causing her voice to sound a little hoarse.

‘I’m not wearing any knickers either.’

Dean’s erection flexed. ‘Did you come out wearing no underwear?’ He pinched her nipple harder and her eyes closed.

‘No, sir. I took it off in the loo at the cafe where we had lunch.’

‘So where is it?’

‘It’s ...