It was hot. Mid-summer afternoon in southern Tennessee. I unbuttoned another button on my blouse and did a little shoulder roll to cause it to gap. I glanced down briefly and knew that he could see, if he chose to, my breasts overflowing from the lacy emerald green bra I was wearing. No reaction. His eyes stayed glued to the road and we continued on in strained silence. I sighed heavily and slumped down in my seat. This was the way it had been for a while now. We were all but separated and divorce was looming on the horizon.
It hadn't always been that way. We had once fallen in love, fallen in lust, couldn't get enough of each other. The sex had been breathtaking, world stopping. We would sex play for hours, and do nothing some days but make love and eat, dawn to dusk. Sex had always been the one thing we did best together. We were both playful and very into pleasing. Sometimes it was a battle to see who could top the other with over-the-top orgasms. One of his very favorite things to do was to see how many times he could make be cum before I begged and pleaded with him to stop. Of course, he always had to get 'just one more'. God, I missed those times! But now, life and all it's pressures had damaged our relationship to the point that I knew that fixing it would be nearly impossible. It had been about 6 months since we had had any kind of sexual relationship.
The word 'divorce had been spoken, but neither of us had made the decision to leave. Some days, we both pushed each other, daring the other to leave, to end it all. The pain of a clean break had to be better than the constant stress and snipping our marriage had become.
We sat in silence, the frustration hanging like a cloud around us. We had both been bored and decided on a mid afternoon movie. As we pulled into the parking lot, I decided to give it one more try. I wanted him to look at me, notice that I was still a woman. I wanted him to want me. As he rounded the car, I bent down to pull on my boots, lingering so that he couldn't miss the ass shot. I straightened up and turned around just in time to catch a small grin, then it was gone. Well, at least he's not dead, I thought.
5 minutes into the movie, I was bored. It was really bad. The theatre was nearly deserted. I guess everyone else had already heard about this bomb and had the good sense not to waste a weekday afternoon on it. I put my feet up on top of the empty chair in front of me and stretched my arms with an elaborate yawn. I noticed him looking at me in the semi darkness, his eyes finally taking in my unbuttoned shirt. Smiling, I unbuttoned it further and ran my hands across the front of my bra, kneading my breasts softly. I made a show of tugging at my nipples thru my shirt and tilted my head back and let a small groan escape my lips. Hell, if he was gonna finally look, I was going to put on a show. He reached for one of my hands and pulled it down and placed it on his groin. I could feel the fabric of his jeans stretched across his hard cock.
I closed my eyes and let out a slight moan. I cupped my hand across the shaft of his cock and started rubbing up and down, squeezing as I went. He closed his eyes and slid further down his chair, allowing me better access to his cock. With a quick look around me, seeing that no one was within sight line and in the nearly empty theatre, I decided the risk was worth it.
The zipper sounded like a chainsaw as the sound on the movie dipped at exactly the same time. I froze, then laughed softly and continued. I freed his straining cock from the imprisonment of his jeans and just held it in my hand. God, it felt good. I could feel the blood rushing thru it, his heart beat pounding against my palm. I savored the heat and the incredibly smoothness of the hot flesh. He started squirming as I slowly started pumping his cock. I stopped briefly to lick my thumb and then used it to tease the sensitive place he had right behind the head of his cock. I corkscrewed my hand up and down along his shaft, squeezing rhythmically. He let out a small sigh.
I heard footsteps and just froze. An usher was just a few scant yards behind us and coming down the isle, flashlight in tow. Briefly, I wondered how much time I'd have to do in jail for lewd and lascivious behavior. Quickly, with my free hand, I tossed my purse onto his lap, covering my hand and most of his throbbing cock. As the usher continued down the aisle and right past us to the end of the rows, I started breathing again. The usher turned and back up the aisle he went, bored and just doing his routine.
