The film was called Henry and June. It was a lightly erotic story about the life of the early erotic writer, Henry Miller. I hoped it would put my girlfriend (Mel) in a hotter than average mood. I was right. She had a fabulous sexual appetite, and together we had many great moments together. This is just one of them.
It was midweek, the late show, and the theater was fairly empty. We found our seats against the side wall, halfway down. Maybe twenty people, mostly couples were scattered variously around. No one in easy sight of another.
Once the movie started, Mel laid her wind breaker across her lap and we started cuddling close. There were plenty of erotic scenes in this movie, and before long, my hands found her breasts, and needless to say she had my penis unzipped and free about ten minutes into the show.
I noticed a staff member making a round of the theater, and walking up the aisle, caught my eye. She was young, and quite cute, so rather than shifting my hand away from Mel's breast, I left it there, and gave her a cautious smile. She paused for a moment, I thought she would say something, but then continued up the aisle.
Maybe an hour later, and after several exciting sexual scenes, my cock was aching being stroked so long. Throughout each enticing scene, she slowly massaged my penis harder, while I shifted my hand's attention from one breast to the other.
Then as one impending sexual scene began, Mel whispered that she 'had to taste' me. That was her euphemism for wanting to swallow me, for which she was very talented. As we were already well slouched down in our seats, I turned, and noticed everyone else was very engrossed in the show, and no heads turned as Mel slipped a little further down almost off her seat, leaning over me.
