Standing in line at the booths, I let you do the talking. I don’t even know what we’re seeing, but I really couldn’t care less. You order the tickets and I follow you complacently hoping for some action tonight. In line for the concessions, I move in front of you to get a better look at what is behind the glass, while not actually caring about what is in front of me. I bend forward and lean backward into you, my ass to your crotch. I can feel your warmth there and decide to press myself harder against you, my warmth touching yours. After you compose yourself, we get our snacks and head to our seats.
I pick a dark corner toward the top hoping you approve of my choice. Before I sit, I see if the seats can lean back, have movable arm rests, or both. Lucky me, they have both. I slide into my seat next to you and move the arm rest between us up and out of the way so I can scoot closer to you. I rest my chin on your right shoulder. While you fiddle with your cell phone, I breathe deliberately down your neck as the lights begin to dim.
I don’t care about the coming attractions and I have a feeling that you don’t either. I slide my hand to your thigh and give it a quick squeeze while I bite your ear. You give a little gasp and turn your attention to me. I start scratching my nails up and down your thigh, first lightly, then harder and harder as I move up. Your right hand has found its way to my hair and start tugging playfully at it. I have your ear, neck, and shoulder under my complete control. With just the slightest touch or change of pressure with my teeth, your hold on my hair changes, becomes stronger and more commanding. Though not willing to stop, I follow your movements and let you pull my head back. I quickly glance around the theater and see about 30 other people scattered about. Our spot in the corner gives us just enough privacy without us feeling invincible.
My attention returns to you when I feel your teeth against the bulge on the front of my exposed neck. I love presenting my bare neck to you, especially when it is defenseless against sharp objects. I notice the other people, but they no longer seem to matter and they fade into the background. My hand starts to move up your thigh toward your ever-growing bulge. The fabric of your pants produces an interesting vibration when I claw softly at them. I can see the effect is making an impression on you as your bulge grows stiffer. Not wanting to play around anymore, you snap my head to attention with both of your hands and bring me in for a forceful kiss. I let your tongue slide into my mouth and I prod it around gently with my own. With every thrust of your tongue, your hand weaves its way deeper and deeper into my hair.
My hand is now openly stroking your crotch, teasing your cock with different grips, pressures, and speeds. As I slowly unzip your pants and take your stiff dick out, you release me from your head lock and give me a surprised look. Your grip loosens and I take my opportunity to slide onto the ground between your legs. Looking around, I see that no one is paying us any attention and begin to flick the head of your dick with my tongue. I look at you and lock my eyes onto yours. Even if someone were watching right now, I doubt you would care. I know I sure don’t.
With that in mind, I take your head into my mouth and start to massage it with my tongue. I deliberately avoid the middle of the underside, knowing that’s where you’re most sensitive. Your hands find themselves in my hair again. This time they start pushing and pulling trying to get me to move my mouth up and down your shaft. I resist. I take only your head into my mouth, no more, and start to suck. While the pressure increases, my tongue discovers the underside of your cock and slowly rubs it left and right, front and back. Finally, with a little coaxing, I start to move up and down your shaft. I move slowly and slightly at first. My left hand grips the base of your dick while my right grips the shaft just below my mouth. As I start to move faster up and down, I use my right hand to pump you and my left hand to pull you taught, increasing your pleasure. I sneak a glance up at you. If I knew better, I would swear you fell asleep in the movies. Your head is thrown back and you’re taking deep breaths. I know you’re still adamantly awake because I can still feel the push and pull of your hands on my head as I mouth-fuck you.
I start sinking deeper and deeper down your cock with every stroke. My hand is getting wetter by the minute from all my saliva. Every time you pull away, I concentrate on sucking your head as hard as possible and every thrust, I focus on taking more down my throat while rubbing the bottom of your head with my tongue. You suddenly speed me up, pushing and pulling my head so fast, I have to make a conscious effort to keep myself from gagging on you. I can tell you’re getting close. My left hand feels the tightness in your balls and know they are getting to the bursting point. My right hand begins to pump harder and move in a cork screw fashion as you furiously fuck my mouth. Before I know it, you jam my head as far down your shaft as you can while you cum. You do as much as you can to keep from drawing people’s attention, but it isn’t much. I taste warm, salty cream spurt into my mouth and be sure to swallow it as soon as it appeared.
During your peak, I lightly touch your hard ball sack, feeling its convulsions. I also deliberately keep stimulation on the bottom side of your helmet. I want you to cum and I want it hard. I want all your cum in my mouth and down my throat as I pump you in and out of my mouth furiously. With your orgasm subsiding and your grip in my hair growing weaker, I slide back into my seat just in time to wipe my mouth as the feature presentation begins.