We had been out on dates before, drinks, walking at the park, all those normal, getting-to-know-you type dates. You were always the perfect gentleman. You treated me like a queen, even going so far as to present me with a box of chocolate covered strawberries the last time you had picked me up. I had mentioned once they were a decadent treat I craved but rarely was able to enjoy. Each date ended with you holding me close and bestowing upon me a sweet gentle kiss. Each time I walked away tingling, wanting more.
Today, you had asked me to the movies. This one had been out a while, but through our talking you knew how much I wanted to see it. We both had the day off so we decided to meet at the early show. Always the gentleman, you left me a ticket at the call booth and met me in the lobby handing me a bottle of water and nothing else, perfect, just as I would want it.
Upon entering, as the previews were beginning, I saw that the only two other patrons for this show were sitting close up to the front. I preferred way in the back near the center, so that's where we headed. I tried to get comfy in my chair but couldn't. You must have noticed how I kept wiggling. You put up the armrest from between us and reached over to pull me close.
I couldn't stop myself from snuggling into you shoulder. Your arm around me felt so nice. I breathed you in deeply. You even smelled yummy. You tenderly placed a kiss upon my forehead and for a while we diligently watch the movie begin to unfold.
We shifted in our snuggle a few times until now I was practically lying back against your chest, your arm wrapped around my waist. I was so comfortable I could be on a couch at home with you, or a bed. I became increasingly distracted by the stroking of your hand up and down my side, from my waist to just under my breast. Your fingers strayed to gently trace underneath my breast, the touch making my nipples rise, straining painfully against my bra. My head pressed back against your shoulder and you kissed my forehead once again.
My pussy dampened as that infuriatingly slow moving hand moved back down to my waist and then slid back up, this time under my t-shirt. Your other hand came to my back and popped open the hooks on my bra. My breasts were free and now in your hands, one for each. As you twirled, stroked and pinched them I couldn't stop myself from arching into the sensations you were creating.