Movie Night

Movie Night

Going to the movie had been Nicole's husband's idea. It was some comic book movie or another (she couldn't ever seem to muster the energy to keep them all straight) that Dave and her sons were excited to see again. She wasn't initially excited by the idea, but it was going to be an outdoor showing in a local park so at least she'd get a chance to enjoy some fresh air instead of the over-air conditioned recycled air of the Cineplex and, when Dave sweetened the deal by promising to pack a thermos of margaritas, she agreed.

The park wasn't too crowed when they arrived and they were able to find a good spot to spread out their blankets and enjoy the last dusky part of the evening. Nicole had packed some snacks and Dave poured the margaritas and, as the sun went down, she was feeling like all was right with the world.

Just as it was getting dark and the movie was going to begin, their sons discovered that a group of kids from the neighborhood were also in the park and asked to run off and watch the movie with them. Dave made arrangements of where they would meet afterwards and sent them off. Now it was just the two of them. Nicole, starting to just feel the slightest of a buzz from the margarita, snuggled up to Dave and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"If I'd known we were going to be watching a movie by ourselves," she whispered in his ear "I would've suggested we stay home and watch something more... adult." Her tone left no doubt in Dave's mind what sort of film she meant. His eyebrow arched slightly but, before he could suggest that they run back to their car and go home to take her up on her offer, the big screen started to light up.

"Too late!" Nicole said with grin and kissed her husband of 15 years on the cheek. She poured herself another margarita and offered one to her husband. He demurred; he was going to have to drive them all home eventually after all. "Oh well, more for me" Nicole thought.

As the movie progressed, she cycled through a variety of sitting positions. First cross-legged, the leaning back, supporting herself with her arms, the cross-legged again. She tried briefly leaning up against Dave but, for all his wonderful qualities (and he did have several), he was not a super-comfortable chair. The movie began to take on the uncomfortable characteristics on an interminable graduation ceremony in a school auditorium. But, in a moment of tequila-infused brilliance, Nicole realized that she could lay down.

Laying on her side, she couldn't see the movie quite as well, but that didn't matter. She would've had a hard time following the brightly-colored-spandex plot while sober and Nicole was firmly buzzed and turning the corner towards pleasantly drunk. She brushed her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair from her face and had a moment of slight regret, wishing she's thought to bring a ponytail holder. She also took a moment to straighten her dress, it only went down barely to her knees to begin with and, while she occasionally did have an exhibitionist streak, she didn't feel like accidentally mooning everyone sitting behind her.

Having preserved her modesty, she let her hand linger on her thigh, just below her hip. Nicole liked her legs, they were probably her best feature she thought, or at least, the one that, in her early 40s, most resembled the version of her from 20 years prior. She jogged regularly and that kept her legs firm and muscular. "Oh if that could be said for everything" she thought ruefully. Two pregnancies had left her tummy squishier than she was comfortable with but, no matter how many crunches she did, it didn't seem to make a difference. "The sauce probably isn't helping either" she though, as she sipped her drink. Nicole had been pleased when her first pregnancy permanently increased her breast size. It's true that they weren't as perky as they once were, but it seemed like an even trade. At the end of the day, despite the flaws that seemed so obvious to Nicole, she knew that, when dolled up, she could still turn more than her fair share of heads, and Dave still looked at her like she was 21.

"Psst... I'm going to go hit the john."

Nicole was bemused. Dave had no way of knowing that Nicole had been thinking of an entirely different use for that equipment. Going to this park had been a good idea. Packing the margaritas had been a very good idea. Nicole has quite certain she knew how to reward Dave's ingenuity once they got home. She watched him walk off to the restrooms. Age had played on him as well, he was softer and greyer than he'd been when they met, but he was still handsome, and he still had that cock...

She blushed a little as she thought about the word "cock." She'd been uncomfortable saying it, once upon a time, but now it seemed so natural. Maybe too natural? Nicole was wondering if she was becoming something of a wanton in her middle age. So much of her 30s had been spent dealing with their sons, but now that they were old enough to largely take care of themselves, Nicole found herself with more time on her hands. And those idle hands were more and more frequently making her body their plaything. Did that make her a devil, she mused. She was certainly going to make that cock her plaything later.

At that point, the wind picked up a little and Nicole noticed that, despite the liquor coat she was wearing, she was actually getting a little bit chilly. They'd brought two blankets, but with the boys off with their friends, one was being entirely unused, so Nicole grabbed it and pulled it over herself and was once again comfortable enough to return to languidly fantasizing about fucking her husband once Captain-Whomever finished saving the world.

Dave was so quiet when he returned that Nicole didn't even hear him. She was pleasantly surprised when, instead of returning to where he had been sitting, down by her feet, he was actually laying down behind her. She was even more pleased when he reached out and put his hand on her thigh, just below her hip where her own hand had been resting earlier. Nicole began to suspect that her husband had become a mind reader when he slipped his hand under the blanket and placed it on her thigh again, now with just the thin summer-weight cotton between his hand and her skin.

While Nicole did have the occasional exhibitionist streak, Dave was a bit more prudish, in public at least. He could get as freaky as the next man in the comfort of the bedroom (or the bathroom, the kitchen, the family room, the car, or even the stairway) but generally speaking, his sense of propriety stood in the way of him doing anything too forward when there were other eyes around. So Nicole was quite surprised, albeit pleasantly, when she began to feel him slowly but steadily pulling her dress up her legs.

Once her legs (and a fair portion of her ass) were exposed, his hand began slowly moving up and down her thigh. He was careful at first to stay on the top of her leg, but every once and a while, his hand would drift down to the back of her thigh. Soon he wasn't just brushing, but softly, and firmly massaging her thigh. Nicole also noticed the hand almost imperceptibly making its way farther up her leg to her ass, which she gave a little wiggle in encouragement.

This new Dave who was willing to start fondling her in public was a welcome development. Between that, the booze, and her own fantasies, Nicole was definitely turned on. She wasn't sure how far she was willing to take things while still in the park but was enjoying the sensations too much to do anything to discourage her surprisingly-emboldened paramour.

After a few minutes (in which the massaging of her ass had moved from almost-accidental to the main attraction), Nicole decided to be a little bold herself. She was laying on her left side and, throughout this pleasant encounter, her thighs had been closed together tightly. But now she shifted her right leg so that this hand, if it wanted, could find passage to her crotch.

It wanted.

Like a heat-seeking missile, the hand that had been massaging her ass slid up towards her pussy and, if it had been wet before (and it had been), it was even wetter now. Nicole felt the hand now begin to massage her mons and took one last look at the movie screen before closing her eyes and giving herself over to the sensations emanating from her most sensitive place.

While the hand had been slow and deliberate at the beginning, now it moved with purpose. Nicole had only a moment to congratulate herself for wearing an easily-movable thong before the hand easily moved the thin strip of fabric out of the way and fingers began working their way up and down her moistened slit. Nicole caught herself starting to moan and, while the other park-goers may not have heard her, the hand certainly did as it began moving up and down faster, spreading her wetness.

Dave had always been a generous lover, though occasionally a hesitant one. Nicole knew that he always wanted her to have a good time when they fucked but wasn't always sure how best to make that happen. But all that uncertainty was gone tonight. This time, these fingers knew exactly where to go, without being told and it was all Nicole could do to not scream out as they worked over her pussy with a confidant determination.

Then one finger was plunged inside her, and then another. Through her eyelids, Nicole could see the screen flashing in blazes of color that matched her own pleasure. The fingers probed her depths and she rode wave after wave of pleasure, each one larger than the last. She thought about reaching behind her, to grab Dave's cock that she'd been thinking about so fondly earlier, to perhaps share the return the sensation she was feeling back to him. But now she was feeling selfish; she would ride these waves alone.

There might have been two fingers in her pussy, there might have been three, there might have been twenty-three. They were sliding in out of Nicole with a ruthless efficiency and she realized she was moving her hips back and forth, matching them thrust for thrust. With her right hand, she reached down the front of her dress, into her bra and pinched her erect left nipple hard. At the same time, she bit down on her left index finger hard enough to leave a mark that would still be visible two hours later.

The world had simplified; there was nothing else in God's creation but her pussy. There was nothing to see but the flashes of color in her brain, there were no sounds but the subtle sliding in and out of fingers from inside her, no smell but that of her sex. Whether the other people around could see, hear, or smell what was happening no longer mattered. There were no other people. There was only her pussy and the divine devilish fingers probing its depths and unlocking its deepest secrets.

Then the earthquake came.

Wave upon wave rolling forth from her pussy at once both solid and liquid at the epicenter, currents of electricity running down to her toes, out to her fingers.

For seconds (minutes? hours?) the orgasm rode through her body, reflecting off itself and growing bigger and bigger and crashing over her before finally drifting away.

The fingers were gone now, resting on her hip again as if nothing had happened. After a few moments, Nicole opened her eyes again and was surprised to find they still worked. The super villain had been defeated onscreen, but maybe not so thoroughly as to preclude a sequel.

As she began to take in her surroundings and reorient herself to the world, Nicole was surprised to see her beloved husband, Dave, sitting by her feet as if he'd never moved. As the implications of this realization processed in her still-recovering mind, the hand on her hip slipped off and the body behind her rolled away and disappeared into the night.

Had the hand even been real? Was it just a trick of her imagination and tequila? Her own hand? And if it had been real, what would she tell Dave? Would she tell him anything at all?

Nicole would sort that out later.

After they fucked.