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graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between

underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation, and murder. It may

contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of sexual acts that

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The Movie

By the Crabby Old Man (MF, Oral)

There I stood in front of the rest room waiting for my daughter and her friend to move out of the ladies room so we can get into watch the movie. It had originally started as a father daughter date, but the best friend had been invited at that last moment. Who was I to say no to these two young ladies? I was holding the pop corn and sodas standing in the hall waiting. They had chosen the latest animated movie to come out of Disney. I could handle it I guess, although it was not my fist choice. Young teen girls I thought would be too old to go for this movie. . But some of their friends had told them how funny it was. I was watching the people file past me. Parents with small kids, young men trying to impress their young lady date by showing the little kid in them.

The girls finally make it out side and pull me into theater number 6, the totally opposite side from where I parked, that always happens to me for some reason. The theater is pretty empty still, and we easily found seats in the middle about three fourths of the way to the top. We sat down for the endless commercials that they now show before a movie starts. I am trying to figure out when the original Starskey and Hutch was on TV then a little plug for the new one in theaters now. When I notice a woman and her two kids walking op the stairs. Something in my mind goes click as she passes my row and turns on the row right behind us. I slowly turn to look again. Thinking to myself I must be dreaming that was not her. As she gets closer and looks to see me I see realization in her eyes as she sees my face. It is the lady that I have been chatting with on line for months... we have been using cameras and so know each others faces, well faces and oh so much more.

She stops her kids so that one is right behind me and the other is behind my daughter. She takes the seat just behind me and to the left one seat. I sit there staring at the screen trying to not look back. My mind playing tricks on me, the sweet smell of perfume would not travel that far that fast. And is that an added dose of pheromones, a damp pussy, that is in that smell too? I know that I can not hear her breathing, but my mind thinks I can not only hear it but feel it on the back of my neck.

The theater darkens, the previews start. Even the previews in kids’ movies are different. They did not show the great action flicks that were coming out soon, just the more juvenile movies and then the chick flicks. I guess they figure that mom’s bring the kids to the movies and not dad. I wanted to see the preview for the latest action flick that was out, they didn’t even come close to showing that.

The theater got even darker as the screen flashed it was time for the feature presentation. A hush fell over the crowd; many of these kids had been waiting half their life for this squeal to come out. And the movie started I felt some one behind me kick my chair. My first gut reaction was to turn around and let them know that they had better cool it or I would be kickin’ some ass. As I turned to glare at the person who did it, her eyes met mine with a look of total mischievous. I looked down and saw that she had slipped her sandal off and had her foot between my seat and the one next to me. She rubbed my arm with her toes, and grinned at me...

I turned back around to face the screen hoping that the music from the movie covered the sound of my heart beating. I just knew that if we hit a quiet moment in the picture, every one would turn around to see what that thumping bass was, coming from my chest. She was rubbing her foot up and down my arm again. I reached with my right hand, across my chest and under my left arm, and held her foot still. Trying to regain some composure. I slowly started to let my fingers explore her foot. Feeling the incredibly smooth texture of her arch. The ball of her foot having a small clause on the little pinky toe form where the strap of her sandal hit her. I rub each of her toes, feeling the webbing between each one. I hear a giggle as I hit the ticklish spots. I run my fingers down the out side of her arch, around the heel. Up the tendon on the back. I hear her gasp, and feel her shiver, and then I can feel the goose bumps rise up above her ankle. I now can feel a rhythmic movement of her leg almost like she is. . . . . The thought strikes me like a ton of bricks. I cautiously turn to look back at her. My eyes are full adjusted to the low light levels in the theater. Her eyes are shut; her mouth is turned in a slight smile. I look down farther and can see her chest raising and falling in a fast motion. Father down, her hand is pushing her skirt between her legs, pumping, matching the humping rhythm that I felt. She stops, and I look to her face. There is that mischievous look again, only with a bigger smile. She nods for me to look down, and as I do, she pulls her skirt up and pushes her panties to the side. For what seems to me to be an eternity she exposes her wet bare pussy to my gaze, really it was only a few seconds. I hear a little whimper escape from her lips, and as soon as it out for all to hear, I feel my daughter turn to see what I am doing. I quickly turn around to watch the movie; still holding on to he ankle.

Did she see that I was watching this lovely lady behind me? Can she see me hold her ankle? Am I blushing so much it is lighting up the room (I sure feel like I am)?

I watch the move for a bit trying to calm down; well I guess not trying to hard I am still rubbing her foot and ankle.

Finally, the combination of the large Diet Coke and the artic blast I am getting from their air conditioner is too much for me. I lean over to my daughter and whisper to her, “I gota go pee.” I let my ‘friend’ behind me take her foot down. I really had nothing on my mind other then relieving my bladder. As I got to the aisle, I glanced back at her. She smiles and winks at me, then turns to he kids and whispers some thing to them. I turn the corner heading to the door. I stop at the corner tossing my empty coke cup away. I suddenly feel as if some one is behind me, the hair on my neck rising up. Her left had passes by my hip and she tosses a napkin away. All of my senses are on over load, I can smell her fragrance, feel the breeze as her hand move to the trash can. I slowly turn around; she keeps her arm where it is as I turn into it. She then bring her other arm up to my neck, she pulls me into her, and presses her lips to mine.

As I feel the moisture of her lips a charge of energy passes between us. The entire world stopped spinning in that split second. She slips her tongue past my lips. I can taste the popcorn and butter that she has been snacking on, and a bit of the mint freshness from her tooth paste. My sound in my ears is deafening, man are the drums in this movie loud, I think to my self. Only then do I realize it is not the movie at all; but my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. My eyes will not open, I want to look into her eyes, but mine are shut, fluttering as I try and open them. I feel her body press in to mine more tightly, I feel her press her pelvic bone into my hard cock. Now through our joined lips I feel her heart beating too, she is as hot about all this as I am; I hear the words echo in my head.
She pulls back from me, my lips trying to follow not wanting the contact to end. She pulls back more until we part, thin strings of spit strung between us like a spiders web. She runs her right hand from behind my neck across my jaw to my chin. Pausing to let me kiss her thumb, but pulling away before I can suck it into my mouth. She traces down my neck and chest, staring deeply into my eyes that whole time. As he decent progress down my blood pressure continues to rise, along with parts of my anatomy which I thought could not rise any more then they already were. She turns her had so that she can progress father down and rests her fingers right on the length of my manhood. I am seeing stars in my vision now; my left arm has gone numb. Is this what a heart attack fells like I wonder? Then I realize that except for the path her hand just traveled, my whole body is numb. And where her hand is resting, all the nerves in my body are tuned in to there, as if trying to get the feelings from my cock to travel throughout my entire body.

She gently brings her index and pinky finger in slightly, cupping her hand just a bit. Then she begins to move down, my cock sliding in that tight cup she has just formed. When the tips of her fingers hit my heavy balls, she slowly pulls her hand up the same path. I try to remain quiet, but a groan escapes my mouth in spite of my self. I notice her eyes once again have gone back to the mischievous twinkling that she had before. I know that she is loving every second of her torturing me.

I lean in close to her and whisper; “if you make me cum in my pants I will not ever chat with you again.” It is an empty threat and I know it, I think that she knows it too, but I have to do something to make her stop. She giggles, like a little baby bird twittering in the nest. And grabs my belt buckle, turns on her heel and pulls me to the hall way.

The movie in theater number 4, just across the hall is just getting out, people filtering out into the halls. We hear the music of the credits still going. As a pause in the traffic of people leaving hits she pulls me into the theater. I have no idea what she has in mind, I just follow like a puppy dong on a leash, only rather then a leash she has my belt buckle.

There are a few folks in there still, watching the last of the credits, so that when the Oscar’s come on and this film is nominated for best gaffer in a drama series, they will know who it is. She pulls me up the steps all the way to the very back on the left side of the theater, where there are sets of two chairs. I remember when they built this theater on of the claims made was “loveseats” in each theater. She pushed in to the farthest back corner. Then sits down next to me pulls my buckle again, I think where is she going to pull me to now? She does pull, but to the side and the western buckle releases. I start to protest, as she opens the button on the top of my short and pulls the fly open. It had been such a hot day I was “going commando” with now underwear on at all. As soon as the zipper was released my cock burst through in to the open air. And almost as fast as that happened her mouth was around it.

As she made a circle with her right hand grasping my hardness, her left hand started rubbing up and down my leg. I laughed to my self, thinking that Ginuess’ should be here because this is going to be the quickest cum in all of history. She had me so worked up that already the room was dimming in what was going to be a powerful orgasm. She sucked and stroked me. . .one . . .two. . . . three. . . and I exploded. I wanted to yell out at the force of it but as I opened my mouth al that came out were gasps for air, and maybe a very macho squeak. Four large blasts filled her mouth, bulging her cheeks as each blast hit.

While still holding now shrinking cock in her hand she rose up from my lap. She gazed in my eyes, moving closer and closer to me. I could smell my heated passion on her. She leaned in and kissed me, forcing her tongue loaded with my own cum into my mouth. As we kissed swapping my cum back and forth, the lights of the theater started to brighten. She pulled away form my mouth kissed me once lightly on the lips again. She stood up, smoothed out her skirt and floated down the stairs.

As reality started to sink in to me, with the music of the new Starsky and Huch movie still playing, I pulled my zipper up and fastened my buckle. I stood up on shaky legs and walked down the steps. As I passed one of the theater persons coming into sweep up for the next movie, she had a bit of pity in her look at me. I think that she thought that I had had a stroke or some form of MS. My legs were not working well at all.

I stumbled to the men’s room, to the first open stall. I dropped my pants and took a seat. As I looked down I start to giggle to my self. At the base of my cock there is a ring of lipstick. I guess this time it was not a dream.