[movi] [1994-09-18] At The Movies [MF public]
At The Movies, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1994. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 919
You met me in one of the private booths in back. The screen
came on and rolled the movie I had selected. It was a story
about a massage parlor, and when the housewife went in and was
surprised to get a woman to serve her, I wrapped my arms around
you and cupped your breasts, hefting them and letting my fingers
define their contours. Your breathing got slow as you watched
the housewife slowly strip, and I lifted the front of your skirt
to run my hand down and up your leg, ending at your panties,
which were already damp.
The woman doing the massage was rubbing and kissing the
housewife's perky bottom now, and I matched her motions by
kissing your neck while I leaned you back against me so I could
work my finger into your panties and your hot slit. I rubbed my
finger up, down, sometimes in just a little, and you started
writhing from side to side. By this time the woman in the movie
had the housewife's legs over her shoulder and she was tonguing
the woman until she cried out and pounded her hands against the
massage table. You took my other hand off your breast and
pressed it to your mouth, muffling your own cries as your other
hand pushed mine so I was slicking my finger down and rubbing my
palm against your clit. You shook hard several times and bit my
palm a little...
You wiggled in my lap as my finger swirled in your soppy
slit. The movie had changed scenes without our paying strict
attention and now there were three women in the massage room. The
housewife was on her back and one woman was squeezing her breasts
while the other was sliding a large grey dildo in and out of her.
The housewife was moaning loud, and I slipped my finger fully
inside you, moving it in and out in rhythm with the action on the
screen. You finished unbuttoning your blouse and slid your bra
cups up and off to caress your own breasts as I did this.
The woman with the dildo pressed it deep inside the
housewife and leaned down to suck her clit, while at the other
end the woman massaging the housewife's breasts climbed up on the
table and lowered her crotch to receive the housewife's tongue. I
could hear your breath coming in short pants, and I worked a
second finger in between your legs. You began rhythmically
squeezing your legs around my hand, tight then loose, tighter
then loose, and when the woman on the table started shaking all
over you grabbed my hand and moved it in and out fast. You shook
once, twice, then rubbed your ass hard from side to side against
my crotch as you came, quietly, breathing hard...
You sat in my lap, leaning back against me as your breath
returned to normal. On the screen the two women had tied the
housewife's arms onto the table and were tickling her with
feathers. I watched the scene as you got up and asked me to
trade places. When I stood, you quickly undid my belt and
zipper, and tugged my pants down before letting my sit on the
bench in front of you. You slid your cool hands into my briefs,
moving your fingers down to play with each of my testicles. I
was already hard, and the visual stimulation on the screen only
enhanced the tactile stimulation of your fingers.
You left one hand casually stroking the bottom of my ball
sac as you withdrew the other one. I watched the women on the
screen lift the housewife's legs, wondering, when your hand
returned to the inside of my briefs, warm and sticky-wet. You
clasped me, making a loose fist, and started moving your grip
down and up my shaft, coming almost all the way off the head on
the upstroke. I opened my legs wider and breathed a low
"aaahhhhh" as my erection grew. You took advantage of my spread
legs to wiggle your fingers down to the soft spot between my
balls and my ass, and I lifted my hips involuntarily when you
teased me there with a sharp fingernail.
Your fingers and palms were working me quickly into a
lather, and when I opened my eyes again I gasped at the scene on
the screen. One woman had her face and tongue nestled between the
housewife's nether globes while the other was slowly working an
extremely large dildo in and out of the housewife's pussy. The
camera zoomed and I could see her labia stretched and tugging as
the woman would pull it out. That was the last straw, as I
groaned and said "ohmy... ohhh I'm... gonna..."
"I know," you said, and you started lightly squeezing my
balls with one hand as you slid your other hand up and down. My
groin muscles spasmed and I jerked my hips, thrusting up and back
at your hand, sending wave after wave of sticky hot semen up onto
your wrist and hand, soaking my briefs (good thing you took down
my pants) and dripping down inside where your other hand rubbed
the creamy stuff into my balls. I closed my eyes as my jerks
slowly grew farther between and slower, less intense. Finally we
sat there, your right hand lightly stroking my balls as the movie
came to an end and I heard you say, "So what's the second
feature?"
/end/ 09-18-1994 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved