I’m a 48 year old Caucasian male. 6’4″, and a solid build (not muscular but not fat). I recently threw my back out bad and while confined to my bed awaiting surgery my wife has suggested one way to deal with the boredom and depression is to tell about some of my pre-marital escapades. We’re both fans of the site, but my wife doesn’t want me telling about our sex life.
So just out of college I was friends with a young lady who I will call Cat. At the time I was 23 and she was 21. She was.. I guess could be called a Goth. She liked to wear lots of black and have black eye liner, she had long black hair. She was very pale and stood about 5′ 4 with an impressive 32 triple D rack. It was interesting because her right breast was larger (almost by a cup size) than her left one but she would buy her bra to fit her left side so the right one always looked like it was about to burst out. She was a big fan of horror movies just like I was, especially bad horror movies, so the 2 of us got into the habit of going to the movies from time to time since we were both single. We had always been just friends and I never expected any more out of it.
So we were seeing a slasher flick, not a very good one, but we had fun laughing at parts. And at least when the killer was stalking a Co-ed they at least tried to make it a little tense. It was when the killer was stalking his 2nd victim that things took a decidedly different turn then our normal movie nights.
As the killer was stalking his 2nd victim Cat reached over and started rubbing her hand against my groin. It was so unexpected that I let out a bit of a gasp and Cat immediately shushed me. The whole time the killer was stalking his victim and they were playing that lovely ‘you’re going to die’ music, Cat was massaging away at my crotch. When the killer finally got his target Cat squeezed, not painfully but firmly, and again I let out a bit of a gasp which she shushed. She then let go and sat back in her seat as if nothing happened. Well the next time the killer started going after a victim I almost held my breath and again she reached over and started massaging me. Of course by this time I was pretty much hard as a rock. And she had no problem stroking me through my pants.
The next kill when she reached down I was even further surprised when she proceeded to unzip my pants and pull my dick out. I kind of looked around afraid who might be watching but Cat never took her eyes off the screen. She was now just openly giving me a hand job in the middle of the movie theater, but once again it only lasted until the latest victim died and then she took her hand off and sat back. I went to do my pants back up and she reached down and took my hand away and again shushed me. So there I was watching the movie sporting a hard on with my dick just sticking out in the middle of a theater. It continued like this, with each kill she would stick her hand on my dick and stroke me, until we were nearing the end of the movie.
The killer was down to his last victim, he was stalking what was commonly referred to as the ‘final girl’ who would of course get the better of him and survived the movie, as Cat was stroking away and I was at at the point where I knew there was no stopping anymore and I kind of whispered to her that I was going to cum. Cat immediately slid off her seat (now these are the old movie theater seats, there wasn’t a lot of rooms so she couldn’t actually kneel down in front of me. She was basically on one knee on the ground bent over the armrest) and she proceeded to suck on the head of my dick while she continued to stroke me. Deciding it was time for me to do something other than just moan I reached over and started massaging her excessively large right breast and I could feel her moaning as she was sucking me off. She put her free hand over mine and started making me squeeze her tit much rougher than I would have, to the point where I wondered if it was just painful for her. But her nipple was hard enough to cut glass while I was doing it. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and unloaded into her mouth. I have always been someone who cums a lot, and the amount took her by surprise. I don’t know how many times I shot, but by the time I was done the happy ‘the killer is dead’ music was playing in the movie. I wouldn’t realize till she sat up next to me that some had actually come out her nose. She used the napkins we had gotten with our popcorn and soda to clean herself off. I zipped up and we watched the credits of the movie without saying a word to each other.
Cat didn’t end up seeing the end of the movie, and I’ve often wondered if she ever went back to watch it. And while yes, there was a continuation in the parking lot after we got out of the movie, I might tell it in another story later on.
That night was the only night anything sexual happened between her and I. We’ve stayed good friends through the years even now when she is married with 2 kids and so am I and we have never talked about that night. But I will admit it’s often on my mind when we hang out, especially if we’re watching a bad horror movie.