...It was your recommendation to get out of the house and take in a movie...
But who's to argue with my most adorable, intelligent, sexy little friend?
Dressing casually, me in my favorite jeans (well worn, a little frayed at the edges, and a little snug in just the right places), you in a tight little black top and skirt, the buttons showing stress from trying to hold in your amazing breasts, and in better light your top that has me doing a double-take... Evidently you've dispensed with the bra, and I can clearly see the gentle bottom curve of your breasts when you raise your arms to encircle my neck and give me a teasing kiss and that smile... And those amazing nipples poking through the material, begging for my lips...
Walking the few short blocks to the cinema, we hold hands like school kids, but much warmer and more sophisticated... You appreciate my big, strong hands, and I mesh your little fingers with mine, my mind racing ahead to when they'll be wrapped around my now hardening member... An approaching couple smiles with us, as I see the man's eyes dance along my delightful little exotic woman... He's as jealous as can be, and I'm the luckiest man alive...
The movie is a replay of a favorite "whodunnit", with plot twists all around. "Wild Things"... and the lead girl, Denise Richards, is amazing... I remember the threesome scene she shares with Matt Dillon and Neve Campbell... one of my most erotic thoughts a decade ago...
We enter the theater only to find that we're one of only a dozen people watching the film... the lights dim, and you beg me to pick up some popcorn... extra-extra-EXTRA butter, and no salt. My wish is your command, and I head off while you get comfy.
Returning only a few minutes later, I have a difficult time finding you in the near pitch-blackness of the room. A sudden light from the screen, and I see you've moved to the very back row... more difficult to see, but hey, it was YOUR idea to see a matinee anyhow...
We both kick-back as the movie starts... I've snuck a couple airplane bottles of Rum in with us, and give our Pepsi's a little kick... not that we need anything, but just for fun. Your body responds quickly, and you smile and give me "that look" as we follow the plot...
I sense you're wiggling a bit, and holding your hand, I feel your palm get hot with each new scene on the silver screen. I love that you move to every emotion... it's one of the things I find fascinating about you.
The scenes are definitely turning you on, and you laugh softly as they allude to what's happening behind closed doors.
For a moment I become completely wrapped-up in the film, nearly forgetting where I am, and with whom... typical guy, right?