Cherise waited at the door for Chris to get out of his car. He had called a little while ago to see if she wanted some excitement in her life, knowing full well she would never turn down that kind of offer. They had been working together for a few years and had gotten to be quite close. They would tease each other on the job about what they would love to do to each other. She never took it serious because she believed you don't get your honey where you make your money. When she had enough of the office politics and general bullshit, Cherise had accepted a position in a rival company. Shortly after starting her new job Chris had called her for a date. Now several months later here she was ready for who knows what with Chris.
"Wear something sexy," Chris had directed. "I want to show you off just a little bit."
"Oh gawd, Chris," she said. "What do you have up your sleeve today?"
"You are going to love this. I promise."
So here she was, looking sexy in a slinky summer cotton dress in variegated hues of blue through aqua; her shoulder length hair was spiked and mussed as if recently bedded and her make-up softly applied to give her a smoldering look. She hoped that when Chris got a look at her that he would want to turn around and head upstairs to bed. She would know with that look if she had met the mark when he asked her what to wear.
"Wow. You look amazing" he said as he walked up. There was no mistaking the glimmers in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, his hand wrapping around her head to pull her mouth to his. "You smell good, too. Should we wait just a bit before we head out?"
""Oh, hell no," she chided. "You get me all dressed up and mess me up before we step out the door? I think not, big boy. Where are we going?"
"You'll know it when we get there." Was all he'd say as he took her hand and led her to his car.
They drove for a while and turned into a part of town that she never went; it was one of the seedy areas of town that she heard so many horror stories about. When she gave Chris a quizzical look he turned and winked at her. "Trust me, baby. You'll be just fine."
When they pulled up outside the old theater, Cherise got even more nervous. She had heard they had converted the old place into a full screen peep show. She was not sure she wanted to be here at all. Chris got out of the car and walked around to open her door for her. Before she could step out, he stopped her. "Cherise, I told you I was going to add some excitement to your life. Do you trust me?"
"Well, yes. But Chris, what are we doing here," she asked pleadingly.
"Slip out of your panties. Then I'll help you out of the car." With that, Chris turned his back on her as if to give her some privacy. She wiggled her dress up in the back, hooked her thumbs into the band on her panties and slipped them off.
"What now?"
Chris turned, offered her a hand out of the car, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. "Now we have some fun!"
Chris guided the two of them to the ticket window and purchased two seats. The teller instructed Chris that they would have to wait just inside the door to be seated. They were not to go into the theater without the usher. This puzzled Cherise and made her very nervous but Chris quickly reassured her by mouthing "trust me" once again.
A few minutes later, Cherise and Chris were greeted by a burly gentleman in a hop shod usher uniform and flashlight. "Follow me," he said as he guided them into the darkened interior. "Wait here a minute for your eyes to adjust." They were standing in a completely darkened corridor leading to the main seating area of the theater. When their eyes had adjusted sufficiently, Chris motioned for them to continue on.
The usher led them through a couple of doorways and into the amphitheater. Looking around quickly Cherise noted that there were not many people in the theater and very few of them looked trustworthy in the least. She squeezed Chris' hand as hard as she could and attempted to pull back. He reached over and rubbed the back of her hand continuing on after the usher. As she looked around, she saw that several of the men in the theater were jacking off. She cringed when she thought of what she might be walking through.
"Chris!" she hissed under her breath. She felt him chuckle as they kept walking.
On the screen was a larger than life scene of a woman being fucked by two men; the close-up angle shocked her. She had seen many porn movies over the years, but to have one so large in front of her was disconcerting. The size of the two cocks would have been impressive on a regular TV screen, but to see them magnified in this way was more than daunting.
The usher made his way to a row that was comprised of a series of love seats. He whispered something into Chris' ear then turned to leave.
"Take the inside seat," he told Cherise. Make sure you sit in one that has another empty love seat beside it."
Cherise took the inner most loveseat and took a seat. Once they were both comfortable, Cherise leaned in to Chris. "What the fuck are we doing here?" she wanted to know. "This place is giving me the creeps. There are guys whacking off and god knows what on the floors."
"Just go with it, Cherise. I promise you will be fine. I'm here, and the usher is just a few rows behind us. Baby, forget everyone else if you can. We're here in this theater watching this fuck flick together. You are one of the most erotic women I know and I'm sure you can enjoy this experience. Play with me, Cherise."
"This is just so weird. You're going to have to get me started, Chris."
"Pull up your skirt a little. Let me see that you took off your panties. That's it, Cherise; let me see that sweet pussy." Chris leaned over closer and whispered encouragement to her. She spread her legs a little to let him see what he wanted. She noted that the guy in front of her turned slightly in his seat as if listening to what they were saying.
"Yes, baby. Spread your legs. Touch yourself for me now." He spoke a little louder than was necessary for her ears alone and she then realized that he was coaxing an audience closer to them. Cherise shifted in her seat so that she could lean into Chris' arm; his closeness emboldened her. Reaching down, she adjusted the level of her skirt a little higher to fully expose herself to his and everyone else's sight. Chris had always loved the look of her all over tan and especially enjoyed the way her pussy was so beautifully displayed right now with her neatly trimmed pubis groomed in the shape of a diamond. He wanted to bury his face in her right then but knew he would have his chance later. For now he contented himself with coaxing, coaching and teasing Cherise as she began to relax.
Cherise reached lower still spreading the outer lips spreading them to display the rosy petals of the inner lips. As she began stimulating her clit, her movement was slow and deliberate, taunting to behold. Chris found himself leaning over her shoulder a little further to enjoy the sight himself. As she looked around her through hooded eyes, Cherise took notice of some of the men now beginning to surround them. Beside the old and haggard looking men she referred to as the old fuckers, she noted that there were a variety of men in the theater. One gentleman dressed in a well kept business suit may have been here during his lunch; whereas another man was obviously enjoying an afternoon of leisure dressed only in Bermuda shorts, tank top and, she imagined, flip-flops rather than shoes. Over one shoulder was a grizzled man; the leer on his face gave her a moment of unrest until she caught Chris' eye. Once again, he winked at her.
"Give them their fantasy, baby. All they want in the world right now is to watch you. They can see what's on the screen any time they are here. But you, Cherise, can give them something to think about long after we make our exit."
"Is this what you had in mind, baby?" she whispered as she nuzzled his throat. "Do you see that I am getting wet now?"
He could. He knew they all could see. Beside the sight of her fingertips getting slick as she continued to tease herself, Chris could smell the exotic scent of her womanhood rising up to meet him. He could tell that she was starting to relax a little. He had known she would. He knew how Cherise loved to be worshipped and be the center of attention. How much better for her would this be? Here she would have many men watch her, want her. He had possessed her in the past and knew how to provoke a certain need in her. This would accomplish that for him in a most creative manner. He congratulated himself on this idea as I watched Cherise throw one leg over the side of the loveseat. She was quickening her pace with her fingers. He knew she was starting to enjoy this after all of her initial reservations.
"Unzip your zipper, Chris. I want to suck your beautiful cock."
"I can't, Cherise. I can let you give me a hand job, but I can't let you give me head here. I cannot penetrate you just as no one else here can even touch you. They can watch, but they cannot touch. I can encourage you, but I cannot get you off. You have to do that yourself."
"That's not right, baby," she whispered." You know I can't get off if you don't come inside me. How am I going to get off without your cock?"
"You do as every other self-righteous woman I have ever known. Baby, you fake it. You and I are the only ones that will know it and these old fuckers will have the time of their lives. Cherise? Give it your best."
"You know you owe me a pounding when we get out of here, you rat bastard!" she teased.
Cherise reached over and unfastened Chris' belt, slid the zipper down and let free his pulsating cock. Oh she will have a time of this after all, she thought. Bring me here and then not finish the job? I don't think so.
