I was waiting in line at the theatre when I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned I was greeted by my favorite nephew.
"Hey how are you?" He asked giving me a big hug. I laughed and told him I was fine. Looking over his shoulder I saw you and gasped.
"What?" He said pulling back from me. I looked up at him trying to hide my surprise.
"Nothing I'm just happy to see you." I said grinning at him.
"This is my friend Josh," he said introducing us. You smiled at me and took my hand as if we had never met before. I looked down at our fingers enclosed in each others and felt my body begin to tingle all over. Slowly you let go of my hand and we walked towards the concession stand. As I ordered popcorn and a soda I watched and listened to the two of you bantering back and forth, smiling at the things you said to each other and drinking in the pleasure it gave me to have you so near.
Secretly we had been flirting, nothing serious, just harmless words over the computer. You were a young man, and I was a married woman and years older, we had discussed our 'turn-ons' and teased and flirted but that is where it stayed at least for the most part. Yet here you were right next to me, it was hard to have temptation so close.
My nephew, Mark, followed me into the theater but somehow you maneuvered to sit next to me and you smiled when a girlfriend of Mark's caught his attention, he caught my eye and gave me a shrug of his shoulders to let me know he was dissing his auntie in favor of the hot chick. I smiled and winked at him to let him know I would stay out of his way. Little did he know I was thrilled to have his attention elsewhere. You sat down next to me and pulled up the arm between the seats setting your drink in the other holder to block his view. You crossed your legs and pulled your coat over your knees casually, and then smiled at me letting me know exactly where your mind was. Your eyes moved to my skirt and then slowly back to my eyes, silently asking me what was under it. I was glad the lights started to dim but feeling wicked I leaned over and whispered,
"Nothing". You groaned as an answer and your fingers clenched digging in to your knee. As the lights fell I shivered as you leaned over to me as if to tell me something, but when you got to my ear you just nipped it with your teeth. It was my turn to whimper and then we both turned hoping my nephew hadn't seen anything. He had his arm around the girl and was turning the other direction. We both sighed with relief.
"I didn't know you were one of Mark's friends," I whispered letting my lips touch your ear. You nodded and turned back to me
"He's a few years younger than me, don't worry, I can tell you are, but don't, you can trust me." I couldn't see your eyes but I could feel their heated gaze. I let my hand move between us and our fingers touched again. You stroked my hand with yours, soothing and exciting me at once. You pulled your coat towards me spreading it over my thighs and letting your fingers graze my skin. I sighed and looked again over at Mark. He was now kissing the girl and paying absolutely no attention to us or the movie. I bravely moved my hand and touched your chest, I could feel your heart beating quickly, almost as fast as mine. I let my fingers trail downward, letting them trace the line of your ribs until they found the waist band of your jeans. I hooked just one finger over the edge and rubbed back and forth. You groaned almost inaudibly. Our eyes met and I knew I was in trouble. I wanted this as much as you did, but I was still scared. I turned back to the movie, my eyes not even able to focus on what was happening on the big screen. You leaned towards me again, I felt your breath tickling my skin, you moved even closer and nipped the skin just below my ear. My eyes closed and I savored the sensation. Then you whispered.
"Let me touch you." And I nodded barely. You glanced over at Mark as you took a drink of your soda and put it back in the holder. He had obviously forgotten we were only a few seats away. You 'accidentally' dropped your coat and leaned forward to pick it up. Your fingers touched my knee and practically burned the skin. The light touch sent a flame leaping through me. Then you slowly moved your fingers upward we both watched as you pulled up the hem of my skirt to the top of my stocking, your fingers played with the lacy edge. I could feel myself getting wet and I wanted to squirm in my seat. You smiled knowingly and then tugged the skirt higher until it was as far as it could go. Your fingers slide over my thigh and between them.
