It's the middle of the winter, short days and too cold for golf. But I do not feel like staying in. Seeing a movie sounds like a good idea. It's the middle of the week, so I know tickets will be available
i call you up and tell you the movie, the theater, and the time. I tell you I shall leave you a ticket and meet you inside. I also tell you to wear a skirt, a blouse that buttons up the front, and no pantyhose.
The previews have already started by the time you arrive, but the only thing I have eyes for is you. I know you can see my eyes from the light of the screen, but yours are in shadow. However, I can tell you are excited by the way you slowly climb the stairs one step at a time to where I am seated at the end of the last row.
You coat hangs on your arm and your purse is in your hand. I stand up and kiss you lightly on the lips, taking your purse and your coat. You step across me to take your seat, but before you can sit down, I ask you one question: "Are you a good girl today, or a bad girl?" The light from the screen allows me to see the sly smile on your face as you mouth "Bad girl." I knew the answer. You're always a bad girl. I just like to make you say it.
Before I take my seat, I whisper in your ear, "Unbutton your blouse and unhook your bra." I sit down and watch you as you slowly unbutton your blouse. You glance around to see of anyone is watching and then you open the clasp on your bra. You start to sit down, and I whisper, "Take off your panties, too." Like the naughty girl you are, you comply and hand them to me.
You sit down and we are shoulder to shoulder, as close as the arm of the chair will allow. I feel your shoulder, warm against mine. We hold hands as the opening credits roll. It's not too long before you start to softly bounce your knee against mine. I know what you want, but I pretend to ignore you.
Not getting the response I know you want, you start softly bumping me with your shoulder. I look at you with a playful 'what?' look. You lean in close and say, almost hiss, "You know what I want!" Knowing what you want, I say, just a little sanctimoniously, "good girls are patient. Bad girls say what they want. If you want it, say it" You respond with, "Please!"
