He asked you to wear a skirt to your movie date. You chose your good brown one, and couldn't help smiling at yourself in the mirror, knowing you looked hot, and that he would find you sexy. He commented on your legs, and you chatted normally until the movie started. The theater was about half full, and you were happy to see you had some privacy, as you settled into the chair.
After the first fifteen minutes, he starts to run his fingertips up and down your inner thigh. You bite your lip and smile. You spread your legs slightly, enjoying the tease. His hands slide smoothly under your skirt, and begin to run up and down the edges of your satin panties. You sigh as his fingers trace the lips your pussy through the thin material. You glance about, nervous, but the other theater goers are concentrating on the screen. Within seconds the cloth is wet and your pulse is pounding in your throat. You bite back a moan as his fingers slip under the panties, and begin to caress the soft flesh of your sex.
One of his sensitive fingers traces the damp lips, not penetrating, just gliding back and forth, teasing. You let out a shaky breath, and he barely skims your clit. Your fingers dig into the soft material of the armrests. Two fingers now, barely parting the lips of your pussy, and you no longer care about anyone else, or where you are; just you and him and your desire. His middle finger strokes your sensitive opening; sending shudders through your body.
On a sudden whim, you remove his hand, and stand up. You walk down the aisle, not looking back. Right before you leave the theater, you glance over your shoulder, and your burning gaze tells him what you want. He catches up to you outside the woman's bathroom. Not speaking, you glance about, then duck in. Finding the rest room empty, you pull him inside, and lead him to the far stall. You walk in and lean against the wall, as he slides the lock into place. He steps up to you and you kiss, your tongues meeting. His hands grip your hips tightly. He looks in your eyes, as he drops to his knees before you. You feel dizzy as he slides your panties down your legs, and tosses them aside. They land with a wet sound than makes your whole body tighten. What he does to me..you think.
You lean back into the wall for support as he lifts your skirt and begins to kiss your pussy. He runs his tongue up and down each lip in turn, making your legs shake. He sucks softly on your lips, and you run your fingers through his hair. He begins to make long, slow licks, molding his tongue to your sex, and you moan under your breath. The motion of the muscles in his neck and shoulders, felt under your wandering hands seem to match the growing fluttering inside you. He is just slipping his fingers into you when you hear the bathroom door open.
You turn quickly and sit on the commode, while your lover slips against the wall next to you. You look at him, your eyes wide. He looks both amused and annoyed, and gives you a little shrug. A few stalls down you hear the woman humming to her self as she locks the door and adjusts her cloths. Yo grit your teeth in annoyance, just wanting to feel his mouth on you again. Her humming gets louder, and you notice his waist is at eye level with you. You smile, thinking to yourself whats good for me is good for him..
You reach up, and carefully open his jeans, taking pains not to make the zipper loud. You slip his cock out, already hard for you, glad he never wears underwear. You glance up at him, as you begin to run your lips along his shaft, reveling in the soft skin. His eyes watch you carefully, and his cheeks are flushed. Knowing you affect him, knowing what you hold in your hand is yours makes your desire peak, and you take his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and just enjoy the feel of him as your tongue flicks over him. You take him as deeply as you can, then slowly pull back, and it is his turn to run his fingers through your hair, and over your cheek. You hear his breath catch, and you smile around him. Your hand slides along his wet shaft, as you kiss and suck on the head, trying not to make noise.
At last, you hear the toilet flush, and the humming woman exits the stall. You stare at each other, both thrumming with need, as she takes her time washing her hands. You wonder if you will ever get the song she is humming out of your head...
The moment the door swings shut, he pulls you from the seat, and spins you around. He bends you over at the waist, and you grab the cool metal plumbing above the commode. He hikes your skirt up, and spreads your legs wide. Grabbing your hips, he thrusts into you, filling you to his full length in a single motion. You bite down on your lip to prevent your cry of sheer pleasure from escaping. He fucks you, deep and hard and fast, pulling your hips back to meet each thrust. You can feel your juices brimming, running down your thighs as you rapidly build to your orgasm. Your last coherent thought is you hope no one else comes in, because he is not stopping for anything. You cum in a single overwhelming burst, every muscle tensing and shaking. You feel him take one final thrust, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully tight, and then he is cumming with you, his heat filling you. You relax all at once, and rest your head on the blissfully cool metal. His hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses your neck over and over. When you feel safe to move, you reluctantly come apart, and leave the bathroom. You barely remembered to retrieve your sodden panties, although you simply stuff them in your purse.
