You Oughta Know: the movie theater experience [MF] [public] [blowjob]

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I spent years in a Dead Bedroom marriage – you can read about it if you go through my posts – which really did a number on my self-esteem. It took me a while to come out of my shell, but I’ve done some dating since then, with varying degrees of success (Tinder, ugh), and this summer I decided that I needed a break from the emotional rollercoaster, but still had needs, so I found myself a playmate, just for the summer. I’ve written about him once before.

One of the things that came up in couples counselling at the end of my marriage when I brought up my then-husband’s unwillingness to have sex was oral. He said that it was “the only thing he liked,” and that I “refused,” and that “the one time he talked me into it it was a disaster.” None of this was true/shared/apparent during the marriage. It is something I never felt confident doing – it seemed to take forever, I assumed I was getting it wrong and that made it less enjoyable for me – but I certainly don’t recall any situations I would call a “disaster.” (Men: what makes a blow job a disaster? I would have to assume injury for that classification, and that never happened, but anyway I’m rambling now.)

All of this made fellatio something I was uncomfortable with, even anxious about, but also determined to improve. I wanted to overcome and undo all the experiences with my ex-husband that left me feeling inadequate, and this was one of them. So this summer, when my play partner and I were discussing the various things we wanted to try, I said I wanted blow job practice. And he revealed his fantasy: to cum in my mouth in a public place.

We discussed options. He suggested a restaurant or movie theater. I can’t even imagine doing it in a restaurant without getting caught (you’d need a place with really long tablecloths?) so we agreed to go to a movie.

I am the kind of person who is pretty nervous about things, and as likely to back out (and regret it later) as do something. In everyday life, I am quite wholesome – the church group volunteer, the person you ask to bring cupcakes to a bake sale. Embracing my inner wild side is immensely exciting but also terrifying. Throughout the whole planning part I kept warning, “I reserve the right to back out at the last minute!” Also, I made him promise not to prolong the event too much – he had fantastic stamina and was very adept at holding back orgasms (and then coming in the most intense explosive way) but I was not prepared for that kind of marathon session at a movie. He assured me that the same techniques that could be used to make things last could also be used to speed things up.

We checked the local listings and decided on John Wick 3 at a nearby mall. I insisted it had to be an 18R movie if it was going to happen at all (no kids!), and John Wick 3 was one of only two 18R movies playing amid the Lion King and Minions or whatever. It turned out to be a very good choice as it was very loud and had lots of night scenes.

Beforehand, we had dinner at a mall restaurant. I was so keyed up with anxiety and excitement. I kept collapsing into giggles and saying, “Are we really going to do this? I can’t believe we’re going to do this!” He was cool as a cucumber, which helped. I would have chickened out otherwise. At the end of dinner, they brought us lollipops instead of mints, this being a family-friendly mall restaurant. I stashed them in my purse.

We got to the movie. The theater was small – darn multiplexes – and the seating steeply angled, so every person there was very visible. We chose the back row, as there was only one other couple in that row, about 8 seats away. Then of course as the movie started, another couple came and sat right in front of us. “Sorry, I don’t think I can do this,” I told him.

*** ACTION STARTS HERE ***

Then the movie started. I am not good with action or horror movies, I flinch and have to watch from between my fingers or just turn away entirely. Fortunately he was there, so I could turn away and hid my face against his chest, which was both soothing and arousing. Just the thought of why we were there was exciting, and soon I couldn’t help myself and found my hand drifting towards his thigh. From his thigh, my hand drifted upwards to his crotch, where he was already hard and bulging.

I have to say, while I am no expert, he had a fantastic cock in every way – to look at, to feel, to taste.

Soon I was stroking him openly, occasionally stopping when I thought I sensed someone looking our way. There was a point when one of the couple right in front of us got up to go to the snack bar and I nearly had a heart attack. Then I slid my hand inside his shorts. I love the feel of him, especially growing and hardening under my touch.

Could I really do this? Me?

I was still curled up against his chest, pretending to just be cuddling like a somewhat normal person, but getting ever closer to where the action happens. There was a bit of a struggle getting his shorts out of the way (we both agreed later that easier access clothing would have helped) but then there he was, in all his glory. I leaned down and licked, then guiltily looked around to see if anyone saw. But just the taste of him made me want more. I bent closer and licked again. And again. Still stroking him with my hand, I swirled my tongue around his head, and was rewarded with a few drops of tasty precum. Now there was no stopping me. I was hungry. The position was awkward, but between hand and mouth, I took care of as much of him as I could. I was wet by now, and just thinking about that night now is getting me wet again. Finally I was gulping hungrily and I could tell by the tension in his body that our moment had arrived, and in a moment his hot, sweet cum was filling my mouth. He really had the best tasting cum. Always made me think of “yours was yum” girl. Thinking about it is making me thirsty for it.

His body shook for a moment as we both took a moment to catch our breath as quietly as possible without attracting attention. We locked eyes in the darkness and I took a lollipop from my handbag and swirled my tongue around the candy, the way I’d done to his cock earlier, and slid it into my mouth.

I give John Wick 3 two thumbs up. Now available on Netflix but it’s not the same as seeing it in the theater.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/et59w8/you_oughta_know_the_movie_theater_experience_mf