Her thigh trembled under my fingers as we watched the leading lady expose her ample breasts and erect nipples to the hero to begin delivering his reward for saving her from the ravages of the savages. What the savages wanted, he was going to get.
I glanced at Chrissies breasts, her nipples were expressing themselves through the heavy sweater she wore, I'm certain she didn't even know it. She'd been sheltered from all things sexual all her life. Even the music she knew had been carefully selected and presented as the most wonderful thing on Earth by my highly controlling aunt. I'm positive Chrissie had never seen an aroused woman's breasts, ever. I knew for certain that she'd never seen what the bulge in the hero's represented. As far as I knew, she'd never had more than a few carefully chaperoned dates and little, if any, hanky panky.
My aunt thought I was the greatest thing since the electric toaster. Well educated, gainfully employed, paid leave of absence from the company to finish a year of post doc study. I'm 12 years older than Chrissie who was in her second year at a catholic college only 10 miles from the university. Auntie dear thought I was sent by heaven, if only she knew. She had no idea I was in a living poly relationship at home and when I'd been a graduate assistant the semester before I'd worked my way through half the girls in class by mid terms. I had all kinds of unsavory lusts and passions.
The movie was auntie dears' idea. Just not this movie. We were supposed to be down the hall at some G rated kiddies movie. On the drive over I'd talked up this romantic adventure and Chrissie decided we should really see that instead. As we waited in line I called auntie up and told her we'd happened into a great double feature arrangement and would be home late, good thing I didn't mention what time we'd be home.
She'd blushed and breathed heavy through the kissing of the first romantic interlude, only to be denied satisfaction when the bad guys tried to blow up the hotel. The hero and heroine continued to grab kisses and touches as they dodged bullets and bombs. But now, the near was ending, the bad guy was gone, the romantic dinner disposed of, candles lit, bed ready.
During one explosion scene Chrissie had damn near jumped into my lap, she was always grabbing my arm when things got tense, and at one point had slipped my arm around her, and left it there. As things got hot, my other hand at started at her knee and had been working its way up slowly since. Now her thigh trembled as the couple eased into the bed, my fingers only inches from her heat, my finger tips sensing increased damp from less than an inch from her crotch.
She was wearing a heavy sweater with something under made of light weight silk, loose flowing grey pants of some fine and flowing, slippery material. Material so light and smooth I could feel the goose bumps forming on her leg under my hand. A small gasp escaped her lips as the hero mounted the heroine, showing us a well formed, taught ass. Her breathing increased as he started his rhythm. Another escaped Chrissies pretty lips as the heroine her first little whimper of pure pleasure, her legs parted slightly as the actress begged him for more. My finger slid up Chrissies covered pussy as the actress began yelling and hollering. She was soaking wet and I'm pretty sure she didn't even realize it. As our heroine screamed her way through what had to be an explosive orgasm Chrissies head dropped bad and she let out a moan as I increased the pace and pressure of my rubbing. She was panting heavily as the music crested and the credits began to roll.
"God Jon, what happened?" she was panting and her eyes were huge as she looked at me.
"Did you enjoy that ending?" I asked her, my palm still covering her concealed mound.
"I don't know, I've never felt anything like that before, what was it?" she murmured.
I watched her face and eyes, "have you ever had an orgasm before?"
"No, why would I do that, isn't that one of those nasty sexual things? Mom and Father George are always going on about that stuff"
I watched her eyes for signs of panic. "You either just had a little one or just missed it, did you like it?"
"I've never felt anything like that!" she told me in an animated whisper as people filed out the door behind us.
I have her one of my little devil smiles "its about time you did, wouldn't you say?"