"Well, take care of them," she said, never taking her eyes off the screen. I smiled and shook my head. I reached over and plucked the kernels from her chest and ate them. Again, for some reason they tasted better than the regular popcorn. The movie continued with as many outrageous and sexy action scenes as it opened with.
Every few minutes I'd dig a piece of popcorn from Aubrey's cleavage and she never once seemed bothered by it. She didn't even look away from the screen; it was as if I were only brushing popcorn off her knee or something equally innocent. Each time my fingertips touched her warm skin, I grew a little more erect. It didn't help that the movie was highly sexual and had plenty of eye candy for everyone.
Eventually my cock strained against my pants, and I had to adjust. That wasn't going to stop me from enjoying her fallen popcorn, though. I glanced over and sure enough another kernel had made its way between her breasts. I reached over and got a curt slap for my efforts. "I-I'm sorry, I thought that..."
"No more hands," she said.
"Understood. Again, I'm sorry." I put my hands in my lap and watched the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her staring at me, so I looked. She nodded down to her chest, where a few extra kernels had fallen. She nodded again, as if asking me to get them. "I thought you said-"
"I said no
hands
. I didn't say anything about your mouth," she said.
My boner practically ripped through my pants. I looked around the theater, which was silly because we were at the far back and there were maybe five other people in front of us. I leaned forward, lowering my face into her cleavage to grab the popcorn with my lips and eat it. She gave me a satisfactory nod and went back to watching the movie.
Aubrey was full of surprises. Everything she did teased me in a different way. I loved it. My heart pounded in my chest, mostly because I was horny as all hell, but also because I was so madly attracted to her. I reached into the bucket of popcorn and met her hand, which gave my stomach a flutter. I waited for her to take her handful of popcorn before getting my own.
As she brought hers up to her mouth, she dropped it, intentionally, onto her chest. "Oops," she whispered, still staring at the screen. I felt a vein in my temple throbbing at the same speed as the thumping in my cock. I leaned forward, rubbing the tip of my nose along her breasts as I stuck my tongue out and picked up the pieces of popcorn.
Once I had sufficiently cleaned her up, I gave her plump cleavage a playful lick, then leaned back into my lazy boy. She deliberately dropped another handful of popcorn onto her chest. Good god, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I bent over again and used my mouth to snatch up the popcorn, even getting bold enough to reach over and cup her far breast, giving it a firm squeeze as I rubbed my cheek into her cleavage.
I felt her hand slide across my thigh and to the tightly pitched tent in my lap. In the flicker of the movie screen I saw her grin big, but otherwise didn't pull her attention away from the screen. She grabbed the large soda between us and moved it to the cup holder on her side, then lifted the cup holder that separated our chairs. She placed our popcorn bucket into her seat and crawled into my lap, straddling my hips while still facing the screen. Of course, this meant I couldn't see much with her sitting in front of me like that, but I didn't mind. She lowered herself onto my erection and started to gently grind, lifting her skirt to give her hips more room.
Even through my pants, it felt amazing. I placed my hands on her hips and rubbed them as she worked herself on top of me. Though I was staring at her back, the screen was large enough that I could make out some of the action. Plus, the sound told a pretty detailed story by itself. Zander was relaxing in a hot tub with his buxom beauty and another couple.
It's been heavily implied that the other couple are spies, or possibly assassins, and that they could pose a threat to Zander and his mission. What, exactly, that mission was almost an hour into the movie was still a mystery, but he most definitely had a mission. The other couple in the hot tub made witty banter with our hero, most of which I ignored because of my own buxom beauty grinding her pelvis into my erection.
Right as Zander was about to retire for the evening, the other couple asks if he and his partner swing. Of course they knew Zander Shields' only weakness. He can never turn down a good time. Heedless of the danger, Zander convinces his lady that it would be the experience of a lifetime and the four of them decide to step up the excitement by getting dirty right in the hot tub, even with people around.
Aubrey stared intently at the screen, never even looking back at me to make sure I hadn't died of horniness. By now I had become brave and horny enough to slip my hand underneath her skirt so I could feel her warm skin and clutch her thighs with more vigor. My fingers brushed across a tiny piece of fabric. After some exploration, I deduced she was wearing a g-string thong, which meant I had unfettered access to her firm booty.
If she had any objection to my exploratory groping, she didn't show it. Her attention was completely directed at the movie screen, even if her hips had begun to grind more aggressively. Zander undid the female spy's bikini top and took her into his lap while the male spy did the same to Zander's lady. I hadn't actually been keeping track of how many boobs we had seen over the course of the film, but if I had been keeping track I would have lost count by now.
I felt Aubrey's grip tighten on my thighs. She was using them for support as she dry humped me reverse cowgirl style. I grabbed a handful of her booty and pushed my hips up into her. I was positive I'd have some sort of friction burns by the end of all this, and I was completely fine with that. Thankfully, the amount of precum I had leaked into my own pants gave me just enough lubrication to not be in severe pain.
My cock ached. I throbbed hard and felt sore. I was ready to burst and each motion of Aubrey's hips brought me more pain and pleasure in equal parts. There was no world in which I'd stop her, though. As the on screen couples started to have sex, with the hot tub's bubbles acting as a convenient veil to anything pornographic, Aubrey's pace quickened.
I dug my fingers into her hips as she rocked her pelvis against me, fast enough that the friction was actually starting to generate more heat than was already there. My breath came in shallow gasps, both because I was impossibly turned on and because I was trying to stay quiet. Aubrey stared forward, grinding on me like I had just dropped a stack of hundreds in a champagne room.
The movie changed pace as the male spy leaped into action, shoving Zander's partner off of him and lunging for Zander's neck. With the female spy still on top of him, Zander could not avoid this new assailant. The man wrapped his fingers around Zander's throat and pushed him into the water, much to the shock and surprise of the two topless women with them. A fight ensued. Both men struggled for dominance, splashing about in the bubbling hot tub. Every once in a while you'd see their over-sized dicks come out of the water, which was probably the filmmaker's way of appeasing the ladies. Aubrey's hip motions grew more and more frantic, mimicking the tension in the scene in front of her.
Zander wrestled his way above water and turned the fight around, submerging his opponent while people shrieked and watched on. Aubrey's legs tensed up and began to shake. I watched her back arch and felt her nails dig into my thighs. One of her hands left my legs and covered her mouth while her hips continued to mercilessly rub my package.
As the man on screen, Zander's would-be assassin, drowned in the hot tub, Aubrey's shakes and shudders ceased. Her body relaxed, but her hips kept rubbing at a gentle pace. She removed her hand from her mouth and I saw her back swell as she took a deep breath, then exhale. I was pretty sure she'd given herself an orgasm. Or maybe a seizure, I couldn't tell because I was staring at her back. The wetness in my lap was a solid clue, though.
Zander released his hold on the would be assassin and looked at the two topless women next to him. "Shall we take this to my cabin?" he asked, and the five other people in the audience laughed. Aubrey sat atop me, catching her breath for a moment. I was still horny, obviously, but it was a whole lot different to go from dry humping in public to... wet humping? Sex.
Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll give me a blowjob,
I thought as Zander ushered the two beautiful women on screen to his cabin. What happened next was a bit of a blur. In my horny, lust-drunk state, I vaguely gathered that the female spy was investigating the male one for various crimes that Zander was also investigating. In short, the female spy was on Zander's side. With the enemy spy dead, they thought their problems were over, but they were wrong. This all happened over cognac and cigars in his cabin, but it was all background noise to me.
Once Aubrey had caught her breath, she reached back and undid my belt. The clanging of my buckle sounded like a tornado siren to me, I was terrified we'd get caught. She undid my belt and reached into my pants, grabbing my painfully hard erection and encouraging me to make room for it. I wiggled my pants down to expose my diamond-hard cock and I won't lie, the first thing I noticed was that the air conditioned air of the theater felt amazing after such a vigorous grinding. With my cock in her hand, I felt her lining things up between us, and I knew exactly what was about to happen.
My cock head found the dampness of her thong, but was ultimately impeded by it. I lifted her skirt and reached under to pull the thong to the side and make room for me. As soon as I shifted her panties to the side, I slipped inside her and couldn't help but moan. "Shhh!" someone in the audience scolded. I was sure they would turn around and look at us, but they didn't.
Aubrey pushed her hips back and buried my cock inside her until she couldn't push back any more. I saw a wave of shivers shoot up her body. She tensed up and held me there. Words can't describe how good it felt to enter her when I was that worked up. I held tight onto her hips and waited for her to relax. Slowly, carefully, she started to grind in my lap again. Her body would quiver gently as she hit certain angles, like she was being hit with surprise bursts of pleasure after her orgasm. I assumed she was more sensitive now, like I am after I finish. The fact that I was so violently hard probably felt great to her too.
