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At the Movies
You met me in one of the private booths in back. The screen came on and rolled
the movie I had selected. It was a story about a massage parlor, and when the
housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my
arms around you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers
define their contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched the housewife
slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt to run my hand down and up
your leg, ending at your panties which were already damp.
The woman doing the massage was rubbing and kissing the housewife's perky bottom
now, and I matched her motions by kissing your neck while I leaned you back
against me so I could work my finger into your panties and your hot slit. I
rubbed my finger up, down, sometimes in just a little, and you started writhing
from side to side. By this time the woman in the movie had the housewife's legs
over her shoulder and she was tonguing the woman until she cried out and pounded
her hands against the massage table. You took my other hand off your breast and
pressed it to your mouth, muffling your own cries as your other hand pushed mine
so I was slicking my finger down and rubbing my palm against your clit. You
shook hard several times and bit my palm a little...
You wiggled in my lap as my finger swirled in your soppy slit, The movie had
changed scenes without our paying strict attention and now there were three
women in the massage room. The housewife was on her back and one woman was
squeezing her breasts while the other was sliding a large grey dildo in and out
of her. The housewife was moaning loud, and I slipped my finger fully inside
you, moving it in and out in rhythm with the action on the screen. You finished
unbuttoning your blouse and slid your bra cups up and off to caress your own
breasts as I did this.
The woman with the dildo pressed it deep inside the housewife and leaned down to
suck her clit, while at the other end the woman massaging the housewife's
breasts climbed up on the table and lowered her crotch to receive the
housewife's tongue. I could hear your breath coming in short pants, and I worked
a second finger in between your legs. You began rhythmically squeezing your legs
around my hand, tight then loose, tighter then loose, and when the woman on the
table started shaking all over you grabbed my hand and moved it in and out fast.
You shook once, twice, then rubbed your ass hard from side to side against my
crotch as you came, quietly, breathing hard...
You sat in my lap, leaning back against me as your breath returned to normal. On
the screen the two women had tied the housewife's arms onto the table and were
tickling her with feathers. I watched the scene as you got up and asked me to
trade places. When I stood, you quickly undid my belt and zipper, and tugged my
pants down before letting my sit on the bench in front of you. You slid your
cool hands into my briefs, moving your fingers down to play with each of my
testicles. I was already hard, and the visual stimulation on the screen only
enhanced the tactile stimulation of your fingers.
You left one hand casually stroking the bottom of my ball sac as you withdrew
the other one. I watched the women on the screen lift the housewife's legs,
wondering, when your hand returned to the inside of my briefs, warm and
sticky-wet. You clasped me, making a loose fist, and started moving your grip
down and up my shaft, coming almost all the way off the head on the upstroke. I
opened my legs wider and breathed a low "aaahhhhh" as my erection grew. You took
advantage of my spread legs to wiggle your fingers down to the soft spot between
my balls and my ass, and I lifted my hips involuntarily when you teased me there
with a sharp fingernail.
Your fingers and palms were working me quickly into a lather, and when I opened
my eyes again I gasped at the scene on the screen. One woman had her face and
tongue nestled between the housewife's nether globes while the other was slowly
working an extremely large dildo in and out of the housewife's pussy. The camera
zoomed and I could see her labia stretched and tugging as the woman would pull
it out. That was the last straw, as I groaned and said "ohmy... ohhh I'm...
gonna..."
"I know," you said, and you started lightly squeezing my balls with one hand as
you slid your other hand up and down. My groin muscles spasmed and I jerked my
hips, thrusting up and back at your hand, sending wave after wave of sticky hot
semen up onto your wrist and hand, soaking my briefs (good thing you took down
my pants) and dripping down inside where your other hand rubbed the creamy stuff
into my balls. I closed my eyes as my jerks slowly grew farther between and
slower, less intense. Finally we sat there, your right hand lightly stroking my
balls as the movie came to an end and I heard you say, "So what's the second
feature?"
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