Sometimes she preferred the back of the movie theater and other times right in the middle. Tonight she was in the mood for the back row. The light from the movie screen barely lite the row, leaving them surrounded by darkness.
His arm was on the back of her chair, his lap open. Leaning against his chest she let one hand rest on his thigh. As the movie starts she moves her hand up his thigh until she reaches his zipper. Not taking her eyes off the screen, she unbuttoned his jeans, lowers his zipper and slips her hand inside to stroke him.
He shifted slightly, looking at her and smiled.
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Ha, can't say I haven't done that before!
ReplyDeleteLove doing this.
ReplyDeleteSadly, I've never experienced this. Your post helps me imagine it so nicely though.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)