She was in her mid thirties, but possessed a body ten or fifteen years her junior. He was a several years older, regularly received compliments on his appearance; enough so to be confident, but he was never "cocky". One of many things he loved about her was her confidence, how she carried herself. She never really strutted, but her natural sexuality was quite something to behold; like a beautiful landscape or a classic nude portrait. Besides her firm ample breasts, wonderful curves, delicious skin, and sweet, sweet lips...it was her light brown eyes he loved to stare into; to gaze into her mind and soul. He could soak up her beauty for hours; whether from across a small table or from across a room; but mostly as she rode him, cupping her breasts, grabbing his shoulders and chest, reaching back and feeling his shaft as he entered her; he loved watching and feeling her orgasm, time and time again. She filled his mind and senses; and when they weren't together, she haunted him. Just his thinking about how she loved to slide herself down on his cock as he sat in a chair, staring into his eyes as she would grind her clit against him...caused him to fluff and throb.
They have had a few wonderful encounters together, some in private, one very intense session in the restroom of a Starbucks (animalistic instincts are difficult to ignore at times). Now they were actually becoming friends, caring about each others families, only wanting the best for the other; not really "taking" emotionally and sexually, but "giving"; trusting the other unreservedly. But, even more so, they kept the other out of real trouble, giving a caring swat on the nose when needed. And not necessarily for selfish reasons, wanting the incredible sex to continue, but actually looking out for the other first.
The pressing needs of life prevented a daily or even weekly drinking at the others fountain; which actually meant a four or five hour marathon of illicit love-making which left each exhausted, dripping wet, and yet ... refreshed; able to face the requirements of work and family. So, planning was the watch-word...careful, purposeful, spontaneous planning.
During one of their conversations, she had mentioned a fantasy about being very naughty at the movies. It was a quick remark, but like most things about her, he took careful notice. Most of the time they could only play by day; so an afternoon matinee was in order. He made some light plans...just a movie, and hopefully some very long, deep, and intense intercourse, both physical and verbal, afterward. When they made their plans, she suspected that he possibly wanted to turn her fantasy into reality. She convinced herself she would never follow through; too much risk, too much to loose. But, just thinking about it made her heart pound, breath quicken, and juices flow. In his mind, he would set the stage, if she wanted, longed to perform...he would be honored and eager to be her stage "hand"...or other body part as the situation required. One thing he did know since she was a very down to earth woman, was that if she wore a skirt, it was for a special occasion not just a casual event. If she wore a nice skirt and top, or a pretty sun-dress...he would fill his pants as soon as he saw her. So, he wouldn't ask what she would wear...but he would be ready; clean shaven, loose jeans and boxers instead of his normal bun-huggers.
He extended the invitation, she accepted; an early matinee and a movie that had been out for a few weeks. Hopefully, there would be people around but the theater wouldn't be desolate. Maybe a few couples, but no one right on top of them. The back corner of high stadium seating would do nicely. They both knew the theater, fifteen minutes down the highway.
Her mind was swimming as she readied for their date. As she showered, she shaved her sweetness just in case they ended up at their favorite motel; rubbing her soapy fingers time and again across her full clit, thinking about his tongue dancing on it.
They arrived at the appointed time and place; she first, parking her SUV out of the way from the theater entrance. He called her cell as he arrived, asking were she was; she quickly directed him. He got out of his little car, no need for him to try an impress or compensate for any shortcoming. He pried his six foot, two hundred pound frame out and walked around the rear of his car to greet her...just very glad to be in her presence once again.
As he rounded the back and walked between the two vehicles, she opened her door and swung her tan, shapely, leg out. She paused in that stance for a moment and just smiled at him, her dark dress spread wide open to parade her very wet womanhood directly in front of him. As soon as he realized she was ... "appropriately attired", and caught a glimpse of her loveliness, he halted his steps. Every nerve in the front of his pants fired, overloading his system; electricity ran up his spine, making even his scalp tingle with anticipation. His cock engorged as quickly as a high school freshman's peeping into the girl's locker room. He just stood there, his mind and cock on fire.
Once she knew she had his full attention, she abandoned her pose and jumped out, her now hard nipples drawing his eye. Walking past him toward the back of the vehicle with a slight smile on her face, her eyes almost wild, she remarked,
"I'm going to get a blanket out of the back. It might be chilly in there."
He almost lost it right there, and could feel the pre-cum trickle within the length of his shaft. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and played him like a tightly strung violin; he loved every sweet note.
"Let's go." she said.
He followed like a puppy after its owner. With each step, the pressure in his pants grew. As they approached the box office, his loose jeans were no longer so. He realized that the pretty ticket girl took notice of his predicament; she smiled, blushed, and looked right at – it. He quickly put both hands in his front pockets, trying to obscure the very obvious bulge.
"Two for the 1 o'clock show please." she said to the girl.
