We pulled into the parking space in front of the multiplex theater. I looked over at Lynn as I turned the car off. She sat there quietly with a mirthful grin on her face, looking straight ahead, hands folded on her blue and white floral print skirt. She was a pretty lady, in that cute librarian sort of way. Small wire-framed glasses with cheeks big enough to hold them up, but a twinkle in her grey-green eyes that hinted at mischief. I got out and came around to let her out, twirling my hand comically before offering it to help her up. "Madam, we have arrived."
She chuckled lightly and stepped out into the temperate night air. We continued arm in arm, a gentle breeze spreading her sweet perfume over me. It was late and the middle of the week, so we were pretty much alone when we got to the ticket counter. She pulled out her phone and swiped a few times to pull up our pre-purchased tickets. A girl covered in piercings who looked like she was doing this instead of her first year of college scanned the ticket and in we went. We had just come from dinner so neither of us had any need for the overpriced concessions. "So what is this movie supposed to be about," I asked.
"It's a romantic comedy," she said, leading me into the barely lit theater where previews were playing to an empty room. This seemed to excite her enough to where she completely ignored my comment about having our pick of the seats. I followed her up to the top of the steps, and we settled in right below the projector room. This theater had some of the nicer seats, vinyl recliners with thick armrests, which she immediately lifted so that she could hold my hand.
The previews ended, giving way to the reminders to drink more, eat more, and turn off your phone. "So who's in this?" I asked.
"You ask too many questions," she replied with a smile as the lights went out. She was right. I tended to overthink the situation a lot, never really living in the moment. My time with her had changed that some. With Lynn, spontaneity was the order of the day, whether it was meals, outings, or lovemaking. It kept things fresh. No one could ever accuse her of being boring.
It seemed like a cute enough movie, our average sexy couple in wacky situations until they figured out how much they cared. But I couldn't get over the thought that Lynn was barely interested. She laughed where appropriate, but her attention was elsewhere. "Are you okay?" I asked.
She seemed surprised by the question. "Me? Oh! I'm fine." I didn't believe her, but she didn't seem sad so I figured she's a grown woman with her grown thoughts. I'll be included if she wants me to be. The usher came in and started across the lane with the speed you would expect from a teenager making some summer cash. She gripped my hand a little tighter and I noticed she was watching the boy intently. He hit one side and then walked back with just as much energy, and we were alone again. She sighed, "Finally." And she released my hand.
"What's up?" I asked, thoroughly confused.
"Nothing," she said, with a sparkle in her eye. "I just wanted him to hurry up and give us some time alone." She leaned in and kissed me, her hand almost immediately finding the front of my jeans. Always full of surprises. She kneaded and stroked until she got the desired result, me testing the limits of my zipper. I ran my fingers up her arm and she grabbed my dick and tugged on it. She bit her lip and looked me in the eye, our faces almost touching while she worked my head through my pants. I tried to kiss her but she backed away just enough to let me know I wasn't allowed.
She eyed the work she was doing and then went back to staring at me. I grasped her arm because what she was doing was about to have more results than I wanted here in public. But she didn't care. If anything she tried harder and smiled, satisfied that she was getting to me. I let go of her arm and grabbed her tit hard, as though it would somehow stop her. To my surprise, it seemed she wasn't expecting it. For the briefest moment, she paused, before adjusting me in my pants so that the zipper wasn't in the way of her working my knob through the fabric.
As she went back to work I became aware that I was leaking a decent amount of precum. She was going to finish me off this way and there was nothing I could do about it. I popped loose one of the buttons on her blouse and reached in to get a handful of her G-cups. "Now we're getting somewhere," she said. I sought out her erect nipple and pinched her hard. She closed her eyes and moaned, and I used it as a break to kiss her. She didn't retreat this time. In fact, she let go of my throbbing dick and pulled my face tighter with hers.
I let go of her breast and she pulled away, the two of us grinning at each other. I was now all in on public playtime with her. It was definitely out of my comfort zone, but you only live once. She swiveled in her seat toward me, swinging her legs up onto my lap while she laid back across both of our seats resting her head on the armrest. She leisurely pulled up her skirt revealing her creamy thick legs and wafting me with the scent of her excitement.
