[MF] Movie Theater Teasing With Much Older Married Co-Worker While Working As A Seasonal Employee At A Department Store

Last October/November were rough months for me. My freelancing gig was slowing down, and while I still had money to pay bills and feed my face, I wasn’t going to have extra money to buy gifts for family and friends. I love Christmas. I love giving people gifts. Returning home for the holidays with a box of chocolates and a gift card to Olive Garden was not an option.

So I decided to get a seasonal employment job at a department store. I had never worked at a department store. Heck, throughout much of my life, I worked from home, so I never really had to deal with co-workers, customers, bosses, etc. I was a bit anxious on my first day, well, my first week actually. But after the first week nerves, I was actually starting to enjoy it. My co-workers were great, the customers were assholes, but in an amusing way…at least for me because I knew I was only dealing with them for a month or two.

My manager at the store was a 46-year-old married mother of two named Maria. She was a little over 20 years older than me, so we shouldn’t have had a lot in common, but we did. In fact, she became my best friend at the store. We first bonded over our shared love of film. There was a movie theater basically attached to the department store, and November/December is primetime for film, so we had a lot to talk about.

It was mostly just us talking about how much we loved Parasite. If you (you reading this) haven’t watched it, please change that. In fact, just skip the rest of this story and go watch it. Anyway, one night near closing time, Maria had mentioned she wanted to watch it again. She had planned to catch the late showing after work.

“Want to come?” she asked.

“Sure. I’d be down to see it again.” I replied, trying to sound cooler than I was.

“I’m so excited! You usually get off right at nine, yeah? Just come to the back when you get off. I have to close up a few things.”

So at nine, I went to the back as instructed and watched as she did her nightly routine, which included a bunch of shit I didn’t care to learn. Honestly, it didn’t seem like she did either. She was just going through the motions. She wore a pair of jeans and a work shirt that didn’t really look good on anyone, but she made it work, especially for pushing 50. Don’t get me wrong, Maria was no model. She didn’t look like Shakira or Jennifer Lopez, but she did look good for her age.

She was short, probably no taller than 5’3, and had a little extra weight, but it all went to her legs and breasts, so her stomach had a little extra fat, but not much. Her face was one of her best features. She had thick lips, big eyes, and the cutest nose you’ve ever seen. I didn’t know it was possible to be attracted to a nose, but I wanted to fuck hers. I think more than anything, it was our connection and shared interests that made me find her so attractive. I mean, the fact that her breasts were rather large and her butt still looked firm didn’t hurt either.

As we walked over to theater, Maria joked about her husband, “He didn’t want to watch this,” she admitted, “He doesn’t like subtitles. Says he can’t pay attention to the movie,” she continued.

“That’s stupid,” I blurted out, without even thinking. “I’m sorry. I meant…”

“No, it’s fine.” she laughed a bit while interrupting me. “That’s what I told him. He probably wouldn’t have liked it anyway. He’s more of a Fast & Furious type guy.”

“Ah, yeah.” I said, stopping myself from judging her husband’s taste in movies.

We entered the movie theater and almost no one was inside. There was only one employee taking tickets and working the concessions. It was a weeknight, so it was understandable. We were the only ones inside the theater for Parasite. I refrained from making the, “Oh, darn. I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to find a seat” joke that my father (and probably his father) have made dozens of times.

We sat down, only a large (cause that’s the only size they ever have) water bottle between us. The trailers went on for a good 10 minutes before the flick began. It was an interesting experience watching the movie again with someone who loved it just as much as you. We still watched closely, but we were able to talk about the scenes as they were happening because we had already watched it once. And since no one was in the theater, we could talk as freely as we wanted.

At some point, Maria moved her water bottle to the cup holder on the other side of her. Our arms battled for space on the now empty armrest. Eventually, we found a way to split the space. Our arms rubbed against each other. It was a nice feeling of warmth. About halfway in, Maria’s hand ended up on top of mine. She moved her fingertips across the top of my hand. The feeling was oddly sexual.

We took turns doing this. I’d run my fingers across her hand, she’d run hers across mine. We had stopped talking completely. Eventually, she got more daring. She would run her fingers up my entire arm, stopping just below my shoulder. I did the same with her, but on the second trek, I moved my hand across to her chest. I could feel the swell of her breast under her shirt as I squeezed gently. I was about to move my hand away, but she placed her hand on top of mine to keep it there.

My hand began massaging her breasts through her shirt. I squeezed them, more roughly this time. She moaned softly as I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt and then slid my hand underneath it, touching her bare stomach. I brushed my hand against her stomach, making small circle motions upward until I reached her bra. I moved my hand up above her bra to the exposed swell of her breasts.

From there, I slid my hand inside her bra and moved my fingers across her hard nipple. She moaned again and instinctively spread her legs in her seat. My cock was incredibly hard at this point. We’re talking hard enough to cause pain against my jeans. Maria reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, with her fingertips just barely touching my bulge. She kept her hand just like that as I continued to massage her breasts and tease her nipples.

And then, she moved her hand directly on my bulge and squeezed the outline of my cock. This time, it was me letting out a moan. She faced me for the first time and leaned in to kiss me. It was sloppy, but passionate. The positioning was awkward, but we made it work. My hand still working on her breasts, and her hand moving up and down along the outline of my cock.

She pulled away from the kiss, “Touch me, please,” she said breathlessly. I thought to myself, “But I am?” and she could see it in my face, “Touch me,” she said again. I got the message. I moved my hand down to her pants, quickly unzipping them. My fingers pressed against her panties, and I hate to say this because it sounds so cliche, but she was already wet. The minutes of teasing had obviously worked. She moaned when my fingers touched her lips through her panties. She unzipped my pants, reached inside my boxer briefs, and pulled out the top half of my cock.

She did her best to stroke my cock while I slid my hand inside her panties and touched her pussy for the first time. “Oh fuck,” she whispered. I moved up and down her slit, lubricating my fingers with her wetness before placing my fingers on her clit. She moaned, louder this time. This had been building for so long. The awkward hand job she was giving me certainly wasn’t the best sensation. It was a bit dry and she couldn’t move her hand freely, thanks to my jeans being in the way, but the experience made it so much hotter.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly massaged it. I continued to rub her clit, occasionally dropping down to tease her opening and collect more of her wetness. This lasted for another two or three minutes before she started squirming in her seat.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, right there,” she moaned. I made sure to keep the rhythm as she came against my hand. Her body lifted a bit from the back of the seat as her thighs squeezed my hand, “God, fuck,” she moaned words that didn’t quite go together. Her hand moved sporadically over my dick, but combined with her moans and orgasm, that’s all I needed. “Shit,” I half whispered/half moaned as I came all over her hand and my work shirt.

We sat there quietly for a minute or two. Her hand still on my twitching cock. My hand caressing her pussy. Eventually, she whispered, “I’ll get some napkins,” still a bit out of breath. She zipped up her pants, adjusted her shirt and walked out to grab some napkins. They didn’t do much to help my poor shirt though.

“You have more than one, right?” she asked with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I have a few others,” I replied. Things weren’t exactly awkward, but I could tell Maria was feeling a bit guilty, so I didn’t say much. We finished the movie, hugged goodbye and went our separate ways…for the night.

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