"Oh come on honey, can't we find something we'll both like? I don't want to watch a chick flick," I plead.
"Don't worry hon, I'll make it worth your while," she teases in a low, sexy voice.
"That's no fair, you know I can't say no to that face." I sadly accept. Even when she isn't dressed up she's gorgeous, wearing tight black capris, a plain white shirt, and a pink zipped-up sweater.
Several minutes later, we are sitting in the back row of the theatre, sharing a bag full of popcorn. Only half an hour into the movie, I am already bored out of my mind.
She wraps her left arm around mine and holds my hand on the armrest, resting her head on my shoulder. She reaches under the armrest with her right hand, gently brushing over my area in my shorts with her fingers. She puts her hand in my boxers, tenderly rubbing my genitals and tickling my trimmed pubic hair with her fingers. She holds my penis as it grows in her warm, soft hand, rhythmically squeezing my swelling shaft until erect. She pushes her palm against the base of my cock, juggling and massaging my jewels with her slender fingers. Next, she slowly strokes my shaft between her thumb and the tips of her fingers, from the base to the corona and back again.
I barely even notice the credits start rolling until she pulls her hand out of my shorts.
"See, that movie wasn't so bad," she whispers in my ear as we stand up.
"I wouldn't know, I wasn't paying much attention to the movie," I reply honestly, to which she snickers cutely. I wrap my arm around her and hold her close as we exit the theatre, the dim parking lot helping the bulge in my shorts go unnoticed on our way to the car.
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