Imagine this...
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You're standing in line waiting to buy tickets for the movies. Your arm is draped around your petite girlfriend as she continues her mindless chatter. Chatter of which you tuned out since you picked her up. With a toss of her strawberry blonde hair, you're snapped back into reality as she asks you another inane question. Mumbling a reply, she continues with her annoying conversation. It is at that precise moment you see her. Starting from the bottom, you stare at her shapely calves hidden beneath brick red platform knee-high go-go boots. Your eyes travel up her long legs to her childbearing hips, up to the best pair of tits you have ever seen, full and voluptuous, her nipples seemingly gets hard as soon as your eyes connect. You can get a peek of her cleavage through her tight fitting V-neck bodice of her midnight black dress that stopped an inch or two above her knees.
Up, up, up your eyes travel, locking with her almond shaped, coal black eyes. You can see the hint of a smile twinkling in her eyes as you drop your eyes to her full lips, shimmering beneath her lip gloss. You look at her lips as she seductively licks them with her pink tongue. You smile to yourself as you think those are the best DSL (Dick Sucking Lips) you have ever seen. Her hand slips innocently down her breasts as if to brush off some unseen lint, instead her slender fingers tweak her nipples for you. You quickly look around to see if anyone, more importantly your girlfriend, is watching this woman shamelessly flirt with you. You begin shifting from side to side trying to adjust your growing erection. You faintly hear your girlfriend tell the cashier what movie you want to see.
"Honey pay the lady." Your girlfriend whines. Quickly you pay for the tickets so that the mystery woman doesn't get too far ahead. Your girlfriend insists on buying snacks much to your chagrin and the mystery woman disappears in the crowd, making you swear under your breath.
'Well at least I can feel up my girlfriend in the movies.' You think to yourself, wishing that your girlfriend wasn't such a prude. You walk down the aisle, seeing a dark row in the back perfect to make out with your ice princess. You wait until the previews come on before you make your move. Taking her hand, you slide it over the bulge in your lap.
"Not here honey, good girls don't do that." she whispers, recoiling her hand as if your cock was indeed a trouser snake.
'Shit' You think to yourself, sitting back, dejected.
"Excuse me, can I get over to that seat, please." a voice whispers. You look up in disbelief.
'No way, it can't be' Standing there, holding a soda, with the straw stuck between her lips like a little cock, is the mystery woman. Standing up, you let her squeeze by. Thankfully, it's a scary part of the movie and your girlfriend's pretty little face is buried under your coat. The mystery woman brushes past you, letting you get a good feel of her firm ass. Her hand gives your cock a healthy squeeze, making you gasp. She sits there, opposite of your girlfriend, making obscene, yet very arousing gestures with that damn straw, making you squirm in your seat.
"Sorry to be such a pain, but can I get by again?"
Your girlfriend stands this time to let her pass and you watch that ass sashay up the aisle and to the double doors. She pauses momentarily, turning around and sees you watching. She blows you a kiss with those DSL, making parts of your anatomy strain beneath your khakis. You wait for another ten minutes to pass before you lean over and tell your girlfriend that you're going to the restroom. She nods her head, her vacant eyes never leaving the screen. You hurry out of the theater and head for the lobby. Your eyes scan the lobby, making your frown a bit. The mystery woman was no where to be seen.