It was Friday afternoon and I had just gotten off work. As you might expect, it was nice to be able to finally relax after a pretty taxing week. A client sprung a huge job on us and wanted it done way earlier than we could realistically do, so everybody was doing overtime trying to pick up the slack. It was a chaotic mess, but it was finally all over. Now I could just lay on my bed and deflate.
Well, deflating got boring pretty fast and I was itching to go out and do something fun. Unfortunately, that proved to be easier said than done, as all my friends were busy and my girlfriend, Emily, was still stuck at the office. After groaning and feeling sorry for my lonely self for a while, I decided to go see a new flick that was showing in the theater. It didn't look great, but it had one of my biggest celebrity crushes in a main roll and it had to be better than just staring at ceiling.
I hopped back in the car and drove to the local theater. After basically having to mortgage my house to buy some popcorn and a scrawny box of Red Vines, I took my seat and the movie started. It was turning out to be a pretty forgetful action movie with guns and explosions and the like, nothing new. There was a pretty hammy romance developing between the main character and my celebrity crush which didn't make things any better, and I was starting to doze off until suddenly my crush was throwing some serious bedroom eyes at main character. She slipped out of her top and started making out with him, feeling all over his body. Oh boy...
Things were getting surprisingly hot and heavy on the big screen as the two started getting naked. Moans were blasting from the speakers as my crush's O-face took center stage. She buried her hands in her hair and licked her lips all while riding this guy hard. God fucking dammit. What did I get myself into??
I felt that all-too-familiar warmth around my crotch and inner thighs. I started grinding against my seat as my breath quickened, but quickly realized I needed to stop and get the hell out of there as soon as my skirt started lifting off of my legs. I stood up quickly, only to almost fall back down because I was so weak at the knees. I regained some of my composure and ran out to my car.
I pulled out of the parking lot and took inventory of myself at a stop light. I rolled my skirt up past my dick to my waist. I was not quite stiff, but I was still nearly at my full length and dangerously close to having it stick out from under my skirt, which normally extended three quarters down my thighs. I probably wouldn't have worn something like this if I had realized I was about to watch some god damn Skinimax. I gathered what I could of my dick and balls out of the way and felt my vagina. I was practically dripping. My fingers were covered in my wetness, which I rubbed off on my thigh, leaving it wet and shiny.
