I think we are in a movie theater. There are lots of people, but we are sitting in the very back row. Less people there. We are seeing some banal action movie, maybe Rush Hour 2? So, people are laughing a lot, a lot of fighting on the screen!
I am sitting on your right. My head is resting on your shoulder, you are absent-mindedly stroking my thigh with your right hand. I brush my forehead against the soft skin of your neck, bend my head back to breathe in the scent of your skin. Soap, and sun, and your salty sweat. Breathing you in makes me want to taste you. I gently nip at the side of your neck, then set my teeth in your flesh a little harder. I can feel your hand flinch with surprise on my leg. Your hand presses more strongly on my thigh. I am still biting your neck, stabbing you with my tongue at the center of the bite. Your hand squeezes my leg, slides toward the inside of my thigh. I cannot see your face, but my lips trail a path from your neck to the underside of your jaw, to your ear. I trace its contour with the tip of my tongue, titillate your lobe, and then replace my tongue with my teeth, to nibble on it. Your hand moves up and down my thigh. I am pushing my legs together to imprison your hand between them.
The people around us laugh at something. Maybe you heard what is going on on that screen, but I didn't. I am still breathing you in deeply, enjoying your scent, your warmth, the firm resilience of your skin. I pull myself closer to you, bend in towards your mouth. You comply easily (!!) and turn towards me, meeting my lips half way. They taste so sweet. I can feel heat pool between my legs already. Your right hand moves from my leg to my shoulder, to pull me closer to you, your other hand is in my hair, crushing it gently between your fingers. My own hands are on your nape and upper arm, holding you close. We kiss hot and deep, and I am breathless and heaving by the time you free my lips. So are you, I am happy to see. Or rather feel. I can hardly see you in the dark, except when the movie on the screen lights up your face at odd angles.
And now you decide to tease me. Your lips and teeth travel to the back of my neck, where you both bite me with your teeth and tickle me with your tongue. And I can feel your hand slipping under my shirt, settling on the small of my back. You send shivers up my spine by caressing my skin simply with the very tip of your fingers. I am all goose pimply! Another hand slides under my shirt, to brush against my ribs, your fingers pressing between each one of them, as if you were counting them. Your hand travels upwards, until I can finally feel it settling on my small breast. No bra comes in handy now, for I can feel your fingers on my sensitive skin without impediment. Your thumb brushes my nipple; my breath catches. I close my eyes and let you work your magic on me. My head is settled on your shoulder, and as a jolt of sensation streaks through my body, I bite your shoulder, gently. I can feel my body throbbing all of a sudden, and it is getting hotter and hotter. I tilt my chin up to catch your lips with mine, to kiss you again while you touch me.
Your teeth catch playfully on my lips, your thumb and index pinch my nipple, sending thrills of sensation, just short of pain, through my body. My hand creeps up from your nape to the top of your head. I press your head down to my breast, arching my back at the same time to make what I want clear. You clumsily undo the top buttons of my shirt, because you are trying to be discreet still. You then bend your head down and kiss my chest, the upper swell of my breast, and finally, when I am going mad with anticipation, you settle your lips around my puckered nipple. I hiss loudly at the jolt of feeling that shoots down between my legs. My hips start moving of their own volition. They are aching towards you.
I need to touch you more. I have forgotten where we are, the amount of people around us; I do not care anymore. I leave it up to you to shut me up if necessary, or make me less obvious to the other spectators. As your lips and teeth tease and torture my breasts so sweetly, my hands start some explorations of their own. My left hand was still lying on your right upper arm. I slide it towards your wrist, testing my claws gently on your skin. I grab your free hand from under my shirt to bring your fingers to my mouth. I suck on your fingers hard, while you are tugging on my nipples with your lips, and tongue, and teeth. Your other hand is again buried in my hair.
As I free your hand from my mouth, you settle it on my left hip, kneading the soft flesh with your strong fingers. Your mouth travels back up from my breasts to my neck and mouth. Your tongue darts between my lips, tentatively at first, and then unabashedly, your right hand pulling me roughly closer to you. Our tongues war for a while, until I tear myself away from you. You groan, unhappy with my withdrawal. The groan turns into a moan when you feel my left hand sneaking up your thigh, settling on your straining erection. I love it that you wear no boxer shorts, and I smile in anticipation of what awaits me when I will have unzipped your jeans. Unfortunately, us sitting next to each other in those seats make it tough for me to use both my hands to untie your belt, and undo your pants. You seem eager enough to help, though, and soon my hand can settle on the naked skin of your erection. I slide your penis out of your jeans, and begin to stroke it slowly. I love this piece of flesh, it feels so good to me.
That hand of yours that was on my left hip steals under my skirt, and creeps up until it finds the warm, wet flesh between my legs. I can feel rather than see you smile when you meet no barrier of clothing between my thighs. I close my eyes; my head falls back against my seat with a whimper. A few heads turn around. They have heard something. But they cannot see anything in the dark, and therefore do not dare say anything. Still, as a measure of "security", I throw my jeans jacket over my lap. Your hand is trapped underneath! My hand is just as active, stroking you from the very tip of you to the base, then back to the tip, giving it a little more attention. Your skin is so soft and warm there, so hard and yet so smooth. Two of your fingers are now drawing light circles around my clitoris, and I feel like I am going mad. My hips move more and more freely under the onslaught of your expert caresses.
I come back to my senses suddenly, and bend over onto you. I want to enjoy you slowly, but I it feels like the movie is going to be ending soon, maybe another forty five minutes, if the increasing sounds of gunshots and explosions are any indication that we are reaching the grand finale in a crescendo of action scenes. And I am not talking about a porn flick here!! Ha ha. My tongue darts out to lick ever so quickly the very tip of you, then again, slower, and slower, until i swirl my tongue around your head, in its center. I push it into my mouth, ever so slowly. I operate a continuous back and forth motion with my lips around your head, than open my jaw wider, and let my tongue resume its action, this time within my closed lips. I swallow more of your length into my mouth, and more, and more until finally all of you is in my mouth, deeply. My head bobs up and down on the length of you, slowly and steadily, and then faster, stronger.
The position I am in though is not the very comfortable to enjoy you in the best way possible. I am folded in two over the arm rest, trying to reach all of you. So, I slip out of my seat and get on my knees on the floor in front of you. I spread your thighs a little further, bending back down to enjoy the taste of you in my mouth. My hands can now join in, and I close them around you, caressing you whole length, spreading my saliva down to its base to help the comings and goings of my hands. Once again, I take you in my mouth as deep as I can, and keep you there, closing my throat slightly around you. my hands are still closed around the base of you, and as my mouth retreats to lick your head again, they accompany the motion and travel up and down the length of your cock ('scuse my french!) I can hear you gasp from time to time, as you try to resist emitting any obvious sound, and your hands kneed my scalp furiously, pressing me down on you, although you know I need no such gesture to keep you in my mouth.
