[MF] Perfect strangers in a movie theater.

There was a moment in time when Craigslist was a perfectly valid way to meet otherwise normal, but kinky people. This was before dozens of online dating sites popped up, and back when the big ones still carried a bit of stigma. It’s probably hard for people who have always had Tinder around to imagine, but back then, a whole lot of people were embarrassed by the idea of online dating. So to have dirty, casual sex, people used more anonymous means like Craigslist.

In her post, Julia described the fantasy she wanted to live out. She’d be going to a matinee showing of a movie that had been in theaters for months, and thus was likely to be sparsely attended. She’d arrive first, pick a secluded seat, and then send a text message to a pre-selected stranger describing where she was sitting. He’d come into the theater 20 minutes into the movie, lights low, and sit down next to her. From there, nothing was off limits.

I saw Julia’s post on a Sunday morning, only a few minutes after she’d posted it. The title was a reference to a Frank O’Hara poem in which he hooks up with a stranger in a movie theater. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who got the reference. We exchanged a few emails, and then hopped on a quick phone call to nervously vet each other. With 25 minutes, I was on the F train headed uptown.

I arrived a bit early and walked a few laps around the block to kill time. If you’ve never met a complete stranger for sex, it’s hard to truly explain the thrill. There’s so much unknown and anticipation. But there’s also a level of possibility that’s addictive. There’s something immediately intimate about meeting a stranger and knowing only that a dirty, secret sliver of your mind overlaps fully with theirs. I can’t articulate this well, but it always sort of felt like this completely backwards but wildly intriguing way to get to know someone; you learn the parts of them they share with only the people they know and trust most right away, and fill in the other details later. With Julia, those other details filled in gradually over the years to come. I really came to like her a lot. In this weird, non-sensical way, I fell hard for her. We never spent more than a couple of hours at a time together. We never shared a meal, I know nothing about her family or friends. But there are parts of her I suspect I know better than anybody.

So, it’s hard know to recall fully what I was feeling when I knew nothing. Not even what she looked like. Only what she was wearing, and that she was going to save my seat by draping a white scarf over it.

Walking around the block, every woman I saw walking alone might have been her. The theater was on a narrow block, bit I found an inconspicuous place across the street to watch the door. Right before showtime, I saw a woman with a white scarf quickly but a ticket and head inside. There was just enough hesitancy and apprehension in how she approached the ticket booth, and the way she glanced around, that I knew it was Julia. Immediately, my heart rate quickened.

New York City is full of beautiful, elegant women. I was about to meet one of them in a movie theater. This particular beautiful, elegant woman was wearing tights and a long sweater, long enough that she was able to tear the crotch of the tights, allowing her to easily lift her sweater, and by slightly spreading her legs, expose her pussy.

The text told me she was in the second to last row, along the far left wall. She was the only person in the row. There were maybe a dozen people in the theater. From the aisle, in the blue light from the screen, I was shocked by how beautiful Julia was. That’s not a word I use lightly. She was genuinely stunning. I don’t know who you’d expect to solicit strangers for sex on Craigslist. I can tell you without question that you don’t expect Julia to do so.

The rest is a blur. It was a long movie; I remember none of the plot. To this day, when I see it on TNT or whatever, I get a Pavlovian erection.

Julia was soaking wet already. My hand teased her a bit, trailing down her thigh, just grazing her lips. At this point, she stared at me. I stared back, and we took each other in. We didn’t speak a word, but said everything with our actions. Staring at me, she shoved my hand further down, gently pressing her hips up. I rubbed her clit and then slowly slid a finger deep inside of her. She was still staring at me. I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked my finger clean. She bit her lip slightly. The next time, before my finger got to my mouth, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips. Her mouth was wet, warm. Those lips would eventually come to be my favorite feature of hers. That was the first time I felt them.

We kissed and I brought her to the edge over and over. I couldn’t resist a bit of torture. My coat was draped over my lap, and she reached under and undid my belt. I helped her to take out my cock. For the next 90 minutes, she stroked it gently.

We’d agreed to front that I’d leave before the movie ended, before the lights came up. She’d wait behind. We’d go on with our lives. That would be that.

I left the theater and it had started snowing. I was insanely turned on, almost disorientingly so. I needed to cum. I wanted to cum for Julia. I walked West. If I remember right, there was a cemetery on the end of the block. Right as I got there, I heard Julia say my name from 20 yards back. We didn’t say anything, just kissed deeply. It was dusk, and it was the clearest look we’d gotten of each other. I told her how sexy she was. I told her I needed to fuck her.

Somehow, it seemed out of the spirit of the day to go back to one of our apartments, to bring each other into our real lives. We walked together in the snow, which was starting to accumulate, stopping every block or do to kiss, and grope. It was dark enough, and the snow was keeping people of the streets, that I could pushing her against walls as we walk, press myself against her, let my hand slide up her jacket, to her still dripping cunt.

On a block somewhere in Chelsea, we found a small alcove in front of a vacant storefront. It was secluded enough that someone walking by wouldn’t notice us until just after they passed, and the snow was heavy and wet enough that you could hear footsteps crunch. I turned Julia around, pressing her stomach against the vacant storefront. I pulled her tights down to her mid thighs, and she stuck her ass out towards me, inviting me. I slid myself inside of her immediately; I’ve never needed to be inside of someone more. We kissed desperately, her neck craned back towards me. I doubt I lasted more than 2 minutes. Julia turned and whispered “fill me with your cum.” I exploded, as if on command. I pulled up her tights. Buckled up my pants. We kissed. Laughed a bit at the sheer absurdity of what we’d just done.

We walked, holding hands, over to 9th Avenue. We stood outside the Maritime Hotel and tried to flag her a cab. It was dark and cold, and after a couple of minutes I admitted I didn’t want the night to end. I gestured towards the hotel and told her I’d get us a room. She waited on the other side of the lobby while I paid. It was 5 times more expensive than my highest guess.

We fucked three times that night. In the morning, her alarm went off insanely early. I said something like “jesus, what time is it?” “6am”, she said. “I have to be at work early. I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

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