Movies
Sara sat beside her date as the film passed by on the big screen in front of them. Some shite about robots: but that was about all she had taken in. The film was of no interest to Sara - she had only agreed to this date because she’d admired Mark from afar for more years than she could remember. And now he was right there next to her - the scent of his aftershave delightfully mingling with the less savoury odour of cinema confectionary. He was a very solid presence beside her - Sara had always admired how Mark carried himself with a certain confidence and swagger. This was what had attracted her to him in the first place. That and the fact that she absolutely fancied the arse off him.
As a giant robot truck smashed into an even bigger robot fire engine, Sara decided that enough was enough. The film was dire. Mark seemed in to it, but she knew ways of making the film much more enjoyable.
She moved her hand off the arm rest and onto Mark’s leg. He seemed to shudder at her initial touch, but he didn’t ask her to move her hand. Sara stroked gently as she moved her hand slowly toward his inner thigh. Mark didn’t take his eyes off the screen.
Taking his acceptance as an invitation to carry on, Sara dug her nails into Mark’s inside leg and began scratching in a gentle circle. Mark moved in his seat - he seemed to be subtly opening his legs up as if making an offering to Sara.
Never one to refuse an offering, Sara moved her hand slowly up his thigh towards his crotch. There she was met with a delightful bulge at the front of his trousers. She gave it a squeeze and Mark’s legs spasmed wildly. Unable to contain her excitement, Sara inched the zipper down and teased out his now solid cock from the silky prison of his underwear.
There were several people in the row in front of them, but Sara was glad she had suggested the back corner of the theatre. Sara pulled her hand away momentarily, slipped it under her skirt and rubbed herself until her hand was infused with her own wetness.
Mark let out a stifled moan as Sara wrapped her sticky hand around his exposed cock. She pulled down on it hard until the skin was taut. She looked at Mark and he was still attempting to feign interest in the movie. She watched his face as she began wanking him hard and slow. Mark gritted his teeth but continued to look directly ahead at the screen in front of them.
This is so wrong, Sara thought. And yet that was what made this whole scenario so fucking hot.
She tugged harder and faster and took pleasure in noting that Mark’s fingernails were now digging sharply into the arm rests on either side of him. His breathing was loud and laboured but this only turned Sara on even more.
Sara slipped down in her chair and knelt in front of Mark, as if praying to the throbbing cock that now pulsated in her hand. She noticed the diaphanous traces of come that dribbled from his urethra and was filled with a painful desire to consume. She slowly leaned over his crotch and engulfed the tip of his penis with her glistening red lips, her tongue slowly lapping up the thin discharge that his horny cock had jettisoned.
She licked right up and down the shaft of his penis, savouring the salty taste of his skin, before taking the entirety of Mark’s cock into the welcoming heat of her mouth. She worked her hand up and down the shaft in time with the sucking as Mark bucked in his seat.
When he pulled at her hair, Sara almost orgasmed there and then. He forced her head up and down and thrust up to meet her downwards trajectory. Sara almost gagged but she continued to work away at his cock, her mouth now a blurred red slit as it slurped and nibbled at the delicious cock within.
Mark’s legs began to piston wildly - a sure fire sign that the end was close. Sara managed to pull his trousers down completely and began gently probing his arsehole with the index finger of her free hand. Mark was clearly into this in a big way. Sara noticed how he’d spread his cheeks so she could have better access to his clearly sensitive back area.
She sucked harder as his body juddered furiously, the moment of release imminent. Sara felt his cock throb as he shot his load into her devouring mouth, tasting his desire as it spurted over her tongue. Sara slowly yanked down to extricate every last drop into her mouth.
When he was finally done, he yanked her hair up and met her gaze with an intense look of pleasure. “Kiss me please,” he whispered, a note of urgency in his voice.
Sara slowly made her way up Mark’s body, her mouth still filled with his come. She gathered it on the end of her tongue before gently probing the inside of his mouth. They kissed passionately as the come slipped from one mouth to the other, much of it coursed down their chins.
They kissed like this for a long time, Mark’s fingers now inside Sara’s skirt. She climaxed three times in the space of five minutes: Mark refused to break their kiss at any point. She rubbed the wetness in her skirt and made Mark lick it from her palm. They continued to kiss and writhe until the closing credits finally rolled.
Then it was time to go home. Sara wondered if Mark might invite her back to his for coffee. She knew she wouldn’t say no.
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