I haven’t been to the cinema on my own for years
It was an early afternoon show at this old fashioned independent two-screen venue
I made my way to the back rows and pick the seat with legroom, no seats in front of me and just one row behind.
There’s something about coming to the cinema during the day in the middle of the week when most are working.
Observing the others who have discovered this secret quiet place and time
I was the third person in there, the other two picking seats near the screen.
As I took my jacket off, I could feel the weight of my breasts.
I noticed the slight ache and then remembered I was coming up to a bleed.
That’s when I start getting hornier too.
The film starts, and it’s a modern-day interpretation of a classic with flashbacks to black and white scenes in bars with people smoking and looking effortlessly hot and cool at the same time.
It is one of those films that brings a smile to my face with its lightly suggestive tone.
I’m distracted by a late arrival, slightly panting, tailored and mildly apologetic advancing up the stairs in my direction.
As they pass, I smell a hint of a scent that my nostrils automatically flare to.
I hear them land into the row behind me, and I can feel the air has changed.
A shift that makes me sit up a little bit more, to present myself as if to be a bit more seen.
I try focusing on the film
My attention is elsewhere
They are behind me, and I want to know what they look like
I move my shoulders and torso and take a big breath of air through my nostrils and try to settle into my chair
My lips keep moving
Kind of pursing together in a slight smirk
What is going on?
Am I agitated or am I aroused?
I can feel my toes flexing.
I can feel my sex pressing on the seat.
I open my mouth and bite my hand gently and deliberately
Who is this person?
There is a smile trying to emerge on my face.
I take a breath and turn around.
Our eyes meet for the first time, and I say hello.
His initial wide eyes soften into a generous smile which helps me breathe again.
I giggle and say hello again.
He giggles, “Hi”.
I turn around and face the screen grinning like a Cheshire cat not quite believing how silly and how hot such a simple greeting can be
I turn back and say, “Fancy coming and sitting here with me?”
He shrugs, picks up his things, shuffles past me and plonks himself down next to me.
I’m giggling, and the focus returns to the screen.
It’s one of those cinemas built for comfort.
Each seat has wide armrests and a mini flat surface just big enough for a box of popcorn.
As we watch I can feel myself relax
This stranger is an easy company.
I can feel a magnetic pull.
I place my arm on the rest between our seats.
Then rest my hand on our shared mini table.
I can feel the air on my skin, and I want him to look.
I want him to touch me.
It doesn’t take long for his hand to join mine there.
Slowly we mutually gravitate towards each other with a slow and electric meeting of skin.
I flood my knickers at first contact, and the breath sits at the top of my chest.
This is so fucking hot
Our arms get involved, and any pretence has gone
This is deliberate
This is happening
All the while my eyes are transfixed on the screen
I have no idea what is happening in the film
I breathe in through my nostrils and turn my head to realise he’s staring straight at me lips pursed and holding a steady presence
He reaches his hand and cups my cheek and jaw firmly, his thumb pulling at my bottom lip
I lean over and land my lips on his lips, both our mouths half open
I reach for his cock I can feel it pulsing in his jeans
A deep sigh escapes his mouth as I do so
He grabs my breast
And here we are
Hand on cock
Hand on breast
I undo my zip and pull his hand from my breast into my knickers
His fingers on my swollen lips are fucking delicious
I ride his hand
We’re grunting and groaning, and I slip his finger into my cunt
He gets onto his knees in front of me
Finger fucking me
It’s too much for me to contain my noises
He covers my mouth with his hand
Maintaining the motion that has me writhing on his fingers right up to his knuckles
I let go and let the gush come
Riding to a halt
And we become still
Still and panting
There is a silence and a holding
We are locked
We are deliberate
As the panting subsides the widest of smiles emerges on my face
I look down at him
His mouth is open
His cheeks high and his eyes bright
He stifles his laughter on my thigh
His tongue wet on my skin
We hold each other
We share the most delicate of kisses
Slowly he returns to his seat
I can feel his arm on my arm
We’re squeezing each other’s hand
And then gently retreat to ourselves
The rest of the film is a daze
When the credits roll, I turn to him and smile
A kiss on his lips
One more look in his eyes before silently making my way out of screen two and into the anonymous world outside.
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