It was Friday, and my husband Dan was leaving after work on a fishing trip up north with two friends.
"I'll be back Sunday, probably in time for supper, Ann."
"Can't you stay for supper?"
"We'd lose about two hours. Leaving earlier will get us to a campsite before dark."
"When you get back, maybe you should take me out to dine as a reward."
"Can't you line up something fun to do with a woman friend?"
"I'll see, but my two best friends may have plans with their husbands. I could dine out by myself tonight."
"Just don't go by yourself to a bar. You'd get tired knocking down passes!"
I was 42, 5' 5", with brown hair, brown eyes and the kind of figure most men favor: good legs and large breasts that were balanced by my hips and jutting ass. Men seem to think I also have a pretty face.
"Thank you, dear, but I'd never go to a bar alone. I might fantasize about going, but I'd be scared to do it. You behave yourself too!"
Dan was 43, 5' 10" with short brown hair, blue eyes, no beer belly and a face that I liked.
"Sure, I'll resist squirrels and mice making passes at my food."
Soon after Dan left, I called Jean, but as I expected, they already had plans.
"There's a movie I want to see, "Forbidden. It's at the theater by the campus."
"Oh, yes! It's very romantic and very sexy! We saw it at the big theater complex. Do go! You don't need an escort to dine out or go to a movie."
Martha and her husband were going to visit other friends.
I decided to dine out and go to the movie. At a movie, one can get by wearing plain clothes, but dining out at a good restaurant calls for dressing up. When I dress up, I feel good, because I look good. I chose a floral print sleeveless dress with a neckline low enough to show some cleavage and a hemline about 4" above my knees. I put a light jacket on in case of the night air and the air-conditioned theater.
I skipped the chains and chose a locally owned restaurant. I ordered a beef stir-fry and a glass of Cabernet. Restaurants often serve wine in small glasses and fill them up to look like a lot, but this owner knew how wines should be served: in 18 to 20 oz glasses one-third filled. The result for me was that it didn't seem like much wine, so I ordered a second. By the time I left, I was high.
I drove carefully to the theater. It had only one floor, with entrances at two sides. There was a wide middle row of seats and narrow rows on each side. Damn, it was almost full! This must have been the first showing. Most of the audience were probably college students. I did see a few older couples, perhaps faculty. I should have arrived earlier. I wanted a seat in the middle about halfway to the screen but saw none. There were seats at the very front, but I did not want my eyes overwhelmed and have to turn my head from side to side, as if I were watching a tennis match. At the very back row, against the wall, I spotted a seat in the middle and third in from the aisle.
I excused myself as I stepped in front of a boy in the first seat. Perhaps the wine had gone to my head or perhaps it was just the boy's big feet, but I tripped, nearly landing in his lap. He grabbed my hips to steady me and stood. The other rose, also and moved into the third seat, before I could trip over him, too.
"You're a gentleman! Thank you!"
"No problem, lady!"
Sitting, I watched my skirt ride halfway up my bare thighs. Dan prefers my legs bare. He says bare legs are sexier, especially because I have beautiful skin. I wasn't the only one looking, either. Young college men they were, but they seemed boys to me, which turned out to be an illusion. What were they doing without girls?
The crowded theater soon became warm, so I wanted to remove my jacket, but it was a struggle in close quarters. The boy on my right helped get my right arm out. In the process, his hand grazed my bare upper arm, giving me shivers of pleasure. The boy on the left helped with my left sleeve and also felt my arm as he bared it. Next, I looked down at how well the dress clung to my bust and how the cleavage of my white breasts shown even in the dark theater. Again, I wasn't the only one who noticed. Was I sandwiched between two young admirers?
During the first passionate scene, feeling warm in my seat, I crossed my right leg over my left, displaying even more bare thigh to the boy on my right. He glanced down and afterward seemed to be using his peripheral vision with his left eye while trying to keep his right eye on the screen. A few minutes later, I switched legs, which had the same effect upon the boy on my left.
At the nude scene, I put both feet on the floor. Wow, this was sexy! The woman displayed full frontal nudity, with only a thin bush to hide her labia! Of course, the man's penis was not shown. Jean and I had talked about why filmmakers like to show a lot of graphic violence but become prudish about nudity and steamy sex scenes. Jean said,
"Maybe if young guys got laid more often, they wouldn't feel a need to assert their virility by beating somebody up or killing people in mass shootings!"
The actor was busy feeling the actress all over her lovely naked body. Was it the heat or the sex that seemed to be moistening my pussy?
A hand grasped my right knee. By reflex, I jerked my knee away, closing what little cooling space I had between my thighs. Now they were on the bed caressing and passionately kissing. I opened my legs a few inches to emit some heat. The hand returned to my knee, but now I was half expecting it and made no response. Then the hand began moving up the top of my thigh!
A ding on my phone signaled a text. I checked and it was from Dan:
"Just grabbing a late supper near the campgrounds. How about you?"
I replied, "At the sexy movie sitting between two hot young admirers!"
"Wow, give me details later!"
Dan's favorite fantasy during our foreplay was of me exciting another man to ravish me. Then we'd pretend that he was that other man fucking me. Tonight, I might have a sexy real story to tell him! I could just not cooperate but let my seat mate do what he wanted. The public place in the presence of an audience would keep me safe from going too far.
His hand was feeling me up the top of my thigh from knee to hem. Then another hand grasped my left knee, which did give me a start! Seeing how far his cohort was getting with me, he did not withdraw his hand. Soon it was exploring the top of my left thigh from knee to hem. Seemingly in tandem, they coaxed my legs further apart and began feeling me up the insides of my thighs. The actor had mounted the actress. I watched his bare ass humping her.
Mr. Right Hand grasped my wrist and guided it to his manhood to show how hard he was for me. Mr. Left Hand followed suit. Thus, they kept my hands occupied. The boys' hands were getting crowded, so I opened my legs further. The boy on my right reached the crotch of my bikini panties first and began rubbing. The boy on my left flank began a new maneuver by squeezing my left breast, another thrill! Thrills were spreading through my body. Mr. Right insinuated a finger under my panties and began feeling my cunt. I hoped that he wasn't repelled by my womanly bush. Not wanting my labia pinched, I spread my legs even further. He explored the slit between my outer labia. He probed deeper to touch and separate my inner labia. He found my clit.
He worked his finger as far as he could into my cunt and thumbed my clit while he finger-fucked me! Mr. Left was feverishly feeling up my inner thigh and massaging my breast. I withdrew my right hand to cover my mouth as I came on his finger. He extracted the finger, squeezed my tit to get me to look his way and see him sniff and then suck my love juices from his finger! The two then busied their hands with my thighs and tits until the movie ended. I guess we all had lost track of the story, because it could not compete with our reality.
As we rose to leave and entered the lobby, Mr. Right Hand whispered to Mr. Left Hand,
"I saw her first!"
"Just barely!"
Mr. Right Hand said to me, I'd love to get to know you better!"
"Even better?"
"Intimately!"
We were now outside.
"My mind, too, or just my body?"
"Your sexy mind and your exciting body!"
"I'm old enough to be your mother! I have a son in college! Besides, I'm married!"
"You're exciting me even more!"
"Oh, boy!"
"Oh, man! Come up to my pad for a drink. You can follow me in your car and leave whenever you want."
