This contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  If 
you are under 21, this is not meant for you.  If you 
don't like this sort of stuff, go away.  If you DO 
like this... keep reading at your own risk.


This is a short scenario I concocted for a friend.



The Movie Date by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F, exhb, 
short)


You run your hand up my leg, along the silky dark 
stockings that I put on just to see what your reaction 
would be.  We were going to a movie, and I had put on 
a dark skirt that came to just above my knees, and a 
purple silk blouse.  It was a casual outfit, but 
something slightly above the usual leggings and knit 
top that you were used to seeing me in.  The lights 
had dimmed and we lost ourselves in the storyline of 
the movie, not speaking, but enjoying each other's 
company nonetheless.  Sometimes you don't have to talk 
to communicate, after all.   

We held hands, just enjoying the escape of the dark 
theatre.  About halfway through the movie, however, 
you lost interest in the actors, and you started 
wondering what I was wearing underneath my outer 
layers.  I felt your hand move to my knee, and I let 
it remain there, curious to see if you were going to 
do anything else.  Just as I thought that was it, your 
hand slowly caressed the inside of my knee, inching 
higher.  You pushed the skirt up just a bit, and 
rested your hand on my inner thigh now, almost 
absently rubbing the softness there.  I glanced over 
at you and you looked at me and smiled.  A somewhat 
wolfish grin, I thought, but I couldn't see if the 
naughty gleam was in your eye.  I smirked to myself, 
and wondered what your reaction would be if you 
stroked a bit higher.

You eventually did, but it felt like it took you 
forever to move your hand any further.  You lightly 
pinched my thigh as you felt the band from my 
stockings, and the garter that was attached to it.  I 
smirked again, glad that I had worn the real 
stockings, rather than pantyhose.

I shifted in my seat, slightly parting my legs so you 
could feel the heat emanating from that spot within me 
that was now dripping.  I wanted to see how far you 
would go, and now it was almost like I was daring you 
to rub me higher.  You snapped the garter against my 
skin, and then looked into my face as I smiled at you.  
We sat there, staring at each other in the near 
darkness, and then you very deliberately crept your 
fingers the final few inches to the juncture of my 
thighs.

We both gasped as you touched my heat... me from the 
electric shock of your touch, and you at the 
realization that I had not worn any panties.  My eyes 
flickered shut and I swallowed hard as your fingers 
spread my lips wider and were fully engulfed by my 
wetness.  You licked your lips, (a dry throat, 
perhaps?) ahemmed a couple of times, and found my 
clit, already engorged.  As you lightly took it 
between your thumb and forefinger and started stroking 
it, you watched as my hips moved back and forth, 
trying to maximize the sensations.

We were both grateful that the theater was half empty 
and no one was really seated near us, as you could 
smell the aroma of my arousal waft up from under my 
skirt.  I wriggled around and around, half-
disbelieving that this was happening, and half excited 
beyond belief.

My breathing quickened, and you could hear very small 
moans coming out of my mouth.  You knew what an effort 
it was for me to be quiet...after all, there was more 
than one occasion that I had to close the windows in 
the bedroom in a vain effort to keep my neighbors from 
hearing my cries of ecstasy.

My moans grew slightly louder and my movements more 
agitated, and you knew that I was about to climax.  
You leaned closer to me, and just as I peaked, you 
kissed me long and deep, swallowing my cries of 
passion.  Our tongues duelled and you just flicked 
back and forth over my nub, extending the orgasm for 
at least a full minute.  

Finally, my hips stopped moving, and you withdrew your 
fingers from between my legs.  I whispered a thank you 
into your mouth as the unending kiss finally ended.  
Then, as I laid my head on your shoulder, I whispered 
into your ear that as soon as we got home, you were 
going to pay for making me lose control like that in a 
public place.  I punctuated my statement with a lick 
on your neck and a firm squeeze on your hardness.

You just smiled at the screen in general, and wondered 
what I had in mind. 


