After the Academy Awards, Kitty I realized we had missed most of the Oscar candidate movies and wanted to catch up while they were still in the theaters. We went to see an action-adventure movie at the local theater -- an afternoon mid-week matinee. At the food counter, instead of the large plain popcorn we usually shared, Kitty had ordered her own small popcorn. At the popcorn kiosk off to the side, she dispensed a disgusting amount of toxic-yellow "butter" into the popcorn -- the popcorn was wet and soggy by the time she'd finished. Curiously, she failed to sprinkle on any of her trademark too-much salt.
The popcorn tub sat in the flat cardboard carrier as she poured the butter from the tap, and absent-mindedly continued dispensing onto a pile of napkins that she'd piled in the tray next to the popcorn container. Instead of discarding them, she left them in the cardboard box, which had a spreading oil stain. Whatever. She put some clean napkins in one of the tray's cup holders, then walked toward the darkened theater.
We arrived slightly late, just before the previews ended, and the sparse matinee audience was already in place. We let our eyes adjust to the dim light, and saw that, not surprisingly, there were only a handful of people in the room, mostly in the front and center of the theater. We sat in the back in the comfy double loveseats, a half-dozen rows behind the nearest couple.
The movie was good and I had my left arm around Kitty's shoulders. She held a handful of soggy popcorn in her right hand and nibbled a few bites out of it. She rested the back of her hand lightly on my thigh, apparently not wanting to get a big grease stain on my sweatpants. I could smell the popcorn grease on her breath and see it shine on her slick palm and fingers.
After just a few bites, Kitty got tired of her popcorn and emptied it into the cardboard tray. The man ahead of us turned to look back at the sound. I quietly asked Kitty if she wanted to use one of my napkins to dry off her greasy hand, because most of her napkins had been saturated with buttery oil and were no help. She simply shrugged.
I looked toward the movie. I put my arm back around her and she snuggled close, placing her shiny right hand again palm-side up on my left thigh. Odd. A few minutes later, she leaned over and picked up the grease-soaked napkins from her tray, clearly avoiding eye contact with me. That's Kitty's "tell." When she is strenuously avoiding eye contact, something's up -- and it's usually something pretty good. For a "nice girl," Kitty has a developed a secretly slutty wild side, from which and I have benefited on numerous occasions. I got a twinge in the pit of my stomach at the thought. She seemed to be breathing more heavily than usual, and squirmed in her seat a bit. My cock twitched in my loose sweat pants, swelling into an obvious little tent.
The soggy napkins had made her hands even oilier, and she dropped them back into the tray. Glancing quickly around, she pulled my elastic waistband out with her left hand and reached her slick, buttery hand right hand deeply inside, gently squeezing and pinching my cock and cupping my balls. Anxious to give her some help, I pulled down the elastic front to just below my balls and set my hard cock free, which happily bobbed back and forth. The elastic waistband provided full access to everything important, but still allowed for immediate re-coverage if it became necessary.
Fluid gathered at the tip and she wiped it off with her left index finger, then traced it across her lips, getting them moist. She leaned over and kissed me briefly, and I could taste the butter and pre-cum. My cock pulsed firmly in her hand as she clenched her warm wet fist around me.
After a few minutes of tickling and light stroking, she glanced around the theater, bent over, and took my entire cock in her mouth, circling it with her tongue and bobbing her head up and down. My left hand rubbed her hair, as my head rolled back onto the seatback and my eyes closed involuntarily. God, she could suck a cock like a $1000 whore. I didn't want to miss a bit of the action, so I opened my eyes and pulled her hair away from her face so I could watch her full lips slide up and down over my glistening cock, and her sunken cheeks creating that fabulous suction. My hips involuntarily rose off the seat to meet her attention. I could feel her tongue whipping my cock back and forth inside her wet mouth, and watched intently as her butter-slick hand slide up and down my pole. With her blowing me that expertly, just ten feet behind a couple strangers, I could have cum right then. But, knowing Kitty, there was more in store. So I held back and enjoyed the sensation.
She only sucked me for a minute to two -- having her head bobbing conspicuously behind the seats was a bit too obvious for her, and she sat up and licked her lips. Saliva and buttery oil glistened from her nose to chin.
Then she leaned over again and picked up the pile of greasy napkins then, smiling, wiped them slowly up and down my throbbing cock, making it even more slick and shiny in the movie light. The oil was cool but felt good and my already-hard cock twitched in her hand. Then she leaned over again, picking up the greasy popcorn container. She looked inside and poured the yellow puddle at the bottom into her palm, then rubbed her hands together to spread the oil thoroughly around both hands. The odor of the popcorn oil was strong. My cock pulsated at the thought. A couple was enjoying the movie just a few rows ahead of us, oblivious to the action just behind them.
While steadily watching the movie, she slowly rubbed oil on my throbbing cock.
Up and down.
