The Theatre
Filed Under Incest
We go in to the theatre, and find it is fairly empty, just
a few other patrons. We settle down, and snuggle close.
The movie begins… It soon becomes apparent why the place
is so empty, the movie is flat. Suddenly, you take my hand,
and put it on you leg, sliding it along your thigh. I stir
at this contact, and allow my fingers to run an arpeggio
against your skin, tickling you slightly. You quietly
giggle, and then your breath deepens, and shortens slightly.
You move my hand up, and I find you are not wearing any panties.
I turn to look at you, and see you looking at me, biting your
lip slightly, as if you are afraid I may be upset by this…
I look into your eyes, and smile, then show you my desire
by lightly stroking your lips, and am rewarded by your eyes
closing slightly and your mouth curving into a languid
smile. I lean over, kissing the corner of your mouth while
I continue tracing the outline of you. Your heat and softness
arouse my desire, and I let my fingertips find your clit,
stroking lightly, feeling your wetness begin to coat my
fingers. Your lips move to meet mine, and I dip one finger
inside you feeling you shudder with passion. I feel your
hand on my stiffening cock, stroking me through my pants.
My thumb continues to massage your pearl as my finger penetrates
deeper, curling up inside you to caress your g-spot. You
moan slightly, and manipulate my zipper one handed, reaching
in to release me from my pants. I gasp, feeling the coolness
of the air and your hand on my shaft as you begin to stroke
me with long, slow strokes, feeling me harden in your grasp.
My finger moves faster, feeling you clenching down on it,
then releasing. I move my mouth to your neck, and kiss, tasting
your soft skin. I move my mouth to your ear. “You are
amazing, ” I breathe. You cannot speak, the shortness
of your breath telling me all I need to know. “Come, “
I say, and you need no more encouragement. You slip over
onto my lap, unobtrusively, so as not to be conspicuous
to the other movie-goers, who, I now realize, are all seated
in front of us, thanks to you having chosen seats to the back.
I feel the glorious heat of your body envelop me as you slip
down over the length of me. I stifle a moan, and feel you lean
back against me, my hands on your thighs under your dress.
Feeling you move up and down on me, I sense the urgency in
your body, matched by the desire within me… I move my hand
to your, cupping, then finding your clit, I roll it between
my fingers, caressing, tugging, stroking. You respond
clenching down on me, gripping me in a sheath of liquid velvet,
coaxing my body to respond. I feel you moving faster, and
I tease your pearl faster, racing to see who can make the
other lose control first. I feel you deep on me, and realize
I have lost this contest for I am ready, my shaft throbbing
with need, desire. Pulse racing, my body erupts, jetting
hard and long into you, a white hot fountain bursting deep
inside of you. Then I realize that your body is shaking with
the sweet agony of release, and understand the contest
is not lost, but that we have both won after all.
