At The Movies

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1994, 2009

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Abstract: A couple finds all the action at the adult theatre is not on the
screen 

You met me in one of the private booths in back. The screen came on and rolled
the movie I had selected. It was a story about a massage parlor, and when the
housewife went in and was surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my
arms around you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers
define their contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched the housewife
slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt to run my hand down and up
your leg, ending at your panties, which were already damp. 

The woman doing the massage was rubbing and kissing the housewife's perky
bottom now, and I matched her motions by kissing your neck while I leaned you
back against me so I could work my finger into your panties and your hot slit.
I rubbed my finger up, down, sometimes in just a little, and you started
writhing from side to side. By this time the woman in the movie had the
housewife's legs over her shoulder and she was tonguing the woman until she
cried out and pounded her hands against the massage table. You took my other
hand off your breast and pressed it to your mouth, muffling your own cries as
your other hand pushed mine so I was slicking my finger down and rubbing my
palm against your clit. You shook hard several times and bit my palm a
little... 

You wiggled in my lap as my finger swirled in your soppy slit. The movie had
changed scenes without our paying strict attention and now there were three
women in the massage room. The housewife was on her back and one woman was
squeezing her breasts while the other was sliding a large grey dildo in and out
of her. The housewife was moaning loud, and I slipped my finger fully inside
you, moving it in and out in rhythm with the action on the screen. You finished
unbuttoning your blouse and slid your bra cups up and off to caress your own
breasts as I did this. 

The woman with the dildo pressed it deep inside the housewife and leaned down
to suck her clit, while at the other end the woman massaging the housewife's
breasts climbed up on the table and lowered her crotch to receive the
housewife's tongue. I could hear your breath coming in short pants, and I
worked a second finger in between your legs. You began rhythmically squeezing
your legs around my hand, tight then loose, tighter then loose, and when the
woman on the table started shaking all over you grabbed my hand and moved it in
and out fast. You shook once, twice, then rubbed your ass hard from side to
side against my crotch as you came, quietly, breathing hard... 

You sat in my lap, leaning back against me as your breath returned to normal.
On the screen the two women had tied the housewife's arms onto the table and
were tickling her with feathers. I watched the scene as you got up and asked me
to trade places. When I stood, you quickly undid my belt and zipper, and tugged
my pants down before letting my sit on the bench in front of you. You slid your
cool hands into my briefs, moving your fingers down to play with each of my
testicles. I was already hard, and the visual stimulation on the screen only
enhanced the tactile stimulation of your fingers. 

You left one hand casually stroking the bottom of my ball sac as you withdrew
the other one. I watched the women on the screen lift the housewife's legs,
wondering, when your hand returned to the inside of my briefs, warm and
sticky-wet. You clasped me, making a loose fist, and started moving your grip
down and up my shaft, coming almost all the way off the head on the upstroke. I
opened my legs wider and breathed a low "aaahhhhh" as my erection grew. You
took advantage of my spread legs to wiggle your fingers down to the soft spot
between my balls and my ass, and I lifted my hips involuntarily when you teased
me there with a sharp fingernail. 

Your fingers and palms were working me quickly into a lather, and when I opened
my eyes again I gasped at the scene on the screen. One woman had her face and
tongue nestled between the housewife's nether globes while the other was slowly
working an extremely large dildo in and out of the housewife's pussy. The
camera zoomed and I could see her labia stretched and tugging as the woman
would pull it out. That was the last straw, as I groaned and said "ohmy... ohhh
I'm... gonna..." 

"I know," you said, and you started lightly squeezing my balls with one hand as
you slid your other hand up and down. My groin muscles spasmed and I jerked my
hips, thrusting up and back at your hand, sending wave after wave of sticky hot
semen up onto your wrist and hand, soaking my briefs (good thing you took down
my pants) and dripping down inside where your other hand rubbed the creamy
stuff into my balls. I closed my eyes as my jerks slowly grew farther between
and slower, less intense. Finally we sat there, your right hand lightly
stroking my balls as the movie came to an end and I heard you say, "So what's
the second feature?" 

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