I [f]ucked him in a [m]ovie theatre

So I met up with this guy Christopher again a few days ago (check out my other story for part one), and we’ve been texting a lot since we hooked up in his hotel room about two weeks ago. I wasn’t really expecting anything to happen after that night, so it was surprising when he asked if I wanted to go to the cinemas with him.

It was at a fairly dinghy cinema, which was surprising as he is extremely wealthy for being only 22 (a business man of some sort), so I half-expected some really fancy shit. Anyway, I dressed up in a navy dress, some cleavage on display and a pair of high-heeled boots.

We met outside the cinema and he looked really nice in a casual white t shirt and jeans. We got our tickets (to see Rocketman), and I followed Christopher up to the very back of the movie theatre and we sat in the last row.

I thought the cinemas would be pretty full as it was a relatively new movie, but there were only three other people inside, one woman sitting in the middle and an older couple at the front.

We chatted quietly through the ads until the movie started. Now, there is a fair bit of sexual tension in this movie, and when the first sex scene came on I could see Christopher shift uncomfortably in his chair. I glanced down and in the near-darkness spotted a slight tent in his jeans.

He caught my gaze and I averted my eyes to the screen where I could see Taron Egerton’s bare ass. It was a nice sight. I’m not sure if it was the memories of our last hookup, the movie scene, or Christopher’s boner, but I had the sudden urge to reach down and rest my hand on his crotch.

My hand cupped this area, pressing gently. I could feel his length straining against the fabric. His hand gripped my wrist gently.

“Don’t tease me or I’ll do something I’ll regret,” he breathed. His eyes were focused on the screen but his jaw was tense.

I pulled my hand away, but felt extremely turned on at this point, struggling to keep my hands in my lap. Later in the movie, I felt his leg brush against mine and his hand lands on my thigh which is slightly exposed due to my dress having ridden up. I hadn’t pulled it down because I didn’t think he could see in it the dark.

They were big and warm and I fought to keep my breathing even as his fingers skimmed lightly across my bare skin, getting closer to my panties. I had worn a thong that night, but only because my dress was thin and you could see the outline of normal underwear. But I was insanely glad I had.

His fingers disappeared under my dress and I spread my legs a little, giving him better access. His fingers traced over my pussy lips and I felt my wetness slowly dampen the cloth separating me from his hand. I could barely focus on the movie now, one of my hands guiding his as he began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong. He dipped his fingers underneath it, coming into contact with my freshly shaved mound, finding my throbbing clit. He started to rub, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I struggled to keep my mouth shut and instead let out faint whimpers as he stroked and rubbed my cunt.

“Christopher,” I whispered, my voice low and dry.

I found my hips bucking slightly against his hand and a moan slipped out, barely audible. His other hand covered my mouth and our eyes met. He didn’t break eye-contact as a finger slid into my pussy and I contracted around him.

I rode his finger gently, letting out a long groan that was masked by his hand covering my mouth and the musical number that had started playing in the movie. I could feel myself getting close and I tore my eyes away from his to take in the cock straining against his jeans.

I tugged his hand away, my cunt throbbing for attention. I swung myself over the seat, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He quickly slid down the zipper, pushing his jeans past his waist, along with his boxers.

“I have a condom in my car,” he murmured.

“I’m on birth control.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and couldn’t help but glance around, making sure no one was about to witness this. I leaned back as Christopher took his cock out, the veins pulsing and the tip already shiny. He turned me around so my back was facing him and slid me down onto his length, slowly and gently as it was hard to see in the dark.

As my pussy slowly engulfed him, I eventually ended up sitting on his lap, his cock completely buried inside me. I didn’t want to move for a second, too filled-up to do anything but adjust.

Then I began to hesitantly move my hips, rocking against him. He let out a low moan in my ear, the sound sending shivers up my spine. My hands clenched his thighs and he reached up and pulled the front of my dress down so my breasts spilled out. If one of the patrons were to turn around now they would get a real eye-full. His own hands clutched my boobs, massaging them as he thrusts up into me.

I stand up for a moment, rotating so I’m facing him again and slide back onto his cock, his eyes watching me swallow him up. I ride him slowly, both of us breathing heavily and I lean in, catching his lips with mine.

We do this for a while, just rocking against each other slowly, juices running down my thighs and making out in the dark, tongues feverishly working against each other. I can feel myself about to explode and I can tell he’s been holding back for a while. So I amp up the pace, bouncing up and down on him while he thrusts upwards faster.

“I’ve never fucked anyone in public before,” he whispered, grounding his teeth together as he watches my boobs bounce in front of his face. He hungrily bites down on one of my hard nipples, swirling his tongue against it.

I cry out, forgetting where we are and quickly close it as he hugs me against him, both still for a moment, hoping no one noticed. I can hear him chuckling softly and I can’t help but grin.

“This is a first for me,” I admit.

“Shall we finish this somewhere else?” he offered, eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips. I nod, too horny to care about watching the rest of the movie, and climb off him, tugging up my thong and pulling my dress down.

He quickly buckles himself up, struggling against his rock hard dick, and we stumble out of the cinema. When we get outside, I notice his hair is messed up and I probably don’t look too sharp anymore either.

He leads me to his car which is parked on a deserted side street and opens the door. It’s a silver Mercedes with tinted windows.

“I drove,” I tell him.

“That’s not why I’m asking you to get in,” he replied, kissing me again.

With a laugh, I disappear into the backseat of his car and he follows suit, closing the door behind him. I pull my thong off once more and he undoes his pants. We’re a hot, horny mess as we grab at any part of each other we can, while he quickly inserts himself inside me, his balls hitting me in his haste.

I let out a long moan, one that I had kept bottled up in the cinema. We were both panting and groaning, hips thrusting against each other in a clumsy rhythm as he filled me up with his length again and again.

He sped up and I knew he was ready. “Christopher cum for me.”

That did it. He groaned, pounding inside me one last time and spilling his hot seed inside me, filling me up completely. I jerked against him, my own orgasm erupting as my cunt milked his cock, heat spreading from my core.

We pulled away, sweaty and exhausted.

I’ve never felt so sexually compatible with anyone before, and I think Christopher feels the same because we’ve been texting (and sexting) a fair bit since this second encounter. We’re hoping to see each other on Wednesday if his schedule allows it. Thanks for reading!

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