We meet at a local shipping centre, and all seems to go well over coffee, nothing to write home about but not a disaster either. You’ve certainly been on worse tinder dates. We head up the escalator to the movie theatre and my hand touches the lower of your back, briefly over your ass and settles in your hand. It’s a nice gesture and you give a little squeeze as our fingers lock.
In the dark room the advertisement is running and you start to lead and take a seat in the middle of the theatre, and I walk up the stairs and pull you along after, sitting in the back row. There’s another couple sitting bored in the row a little way down from us.
As we sit, I flip the hand rest up between us and you lean in for a cuddle. I smell like man. You feel safe.
The movie starts, some romantic rubbish and after 5 minutes you see I’m bored with the movie, so you pull your dress up a little and show off your knee. I firmly grab it and hold it. You see I’m getting restless as a bulge in my jeans starts to appear. My hand slides up your inner thigh.