This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions. 
If you are under 21, go away.  If you don't think this 
is normal (stay away from ME!) go away.  If, on the 
other hand, you are legal, and you like this sort of 
story, please... continue on.

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express permission.

Well, folks, dare I hope that Pami is back in the 
saddle?!  LOL  I woke up this morning, sat down at the 
keyboard, and ba-da-bing, something at least mostly
coherent came out!  :)  If you enjoy, please, email me. 
Also, check out my other stories at 
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and Rui Jorge who is kind enough to maintain my little 
corner of it.


Saturday Afternoon Matinee 
by Pami (M/F)
(Pami1968@aol.com)


It was FINALLY the weekend!  Not even Friday night, 
which was technically part of the work week, she 
reflected, especially when you had to work until 10 pm. 
It was Saturday morning.  Glorious Saturday.  Saturday 
was a day to relax.  A day to lie around in bed till 9 
or 10 am, and then have a nice breakfast and see what 
you and your friends were gonna do to make this weekend 
a memorable one.  And she just knew, deep in her bones, 
that THIS weekend was going to be a great one.  She 
rolled over and picked up the phone by her bed.

She hung up the phone and sighed.  How was it that 
everyone was BUSY?!  Linda was away visiting her 
parents.  Another friend was helping his brother move. 
 Greg was working, and Phyllis was not feeling well.  
The list went on and on.  Dammit!  Now she had no one 
to hang around with.  Well, she was going to FIND 
something to do today, she determined.

She showered leisurely, making sure to wash all the 
cracks and crevices with her latest acquisition, a 
sweet-smelling shower gel that reminded her of 
watermelon.  She lathered up her vulva, and allowed her 
fingers to wander a little bit, stroking that nubbin of 
flesh that was full of pleasure nerves till she 
shivered.  God, she was horny today!  She reluctantly 
pulled her hand away from her pussy and continued her 
shower, rinsing away the juices that had started to 
flow from within.  She spent long moments lathering up 
each heavy breast, playing a small game with herself to 
see how sudsy she could get each globe before rinsing 
it off.  She even decorated each nipple with a dot of 
gel and then just worked them over till they were as 
hard as she could get them.  And oh, did they get large 
when properly worked, she thought.  She rinsed her 
pussy again, as her tit play had continued to arouse 
her.  She luxuriously washed and rinsed and conditioned 
her long mane, enjoying the touch of her fingers 
massaging her scalp, and tilting her head back to see 
just how far her wet hair fell down her back.  Wavy 
when dry, when it was wet, her hair came to just the 
top of the crack of her rounded ass, and she was 
justifiably proud of it since it was as healthy as it 
was lush.  And the last thing before she got out of the 
shower, she slowly and methodically shaved every part 
of her body so that it was silky smooth.  Her rounded 
calves, dimpled knees and curved thighs all felt the 
gentle scrape of the razor.  On a whim, she spent some 
extra minutes, quite a few extra minutes actually, on 
her Venus mound, watching the curly hairs fall to the 
shower floor, to be washed down the drain.  She didn't 
shave her pussy on a regular basis, but if she was 
feeling particularly sexy, she liked the feel of bare 
skin down there.  Today was a particularly sexy kind of 
day.  

She rinsed off one final time from head to toe under a 
purely cold spray of water.  She always finished with 
cold water, enjoying the slight shock to her warm skin, 
and today was no exception.  Indeed, today she seemed 
to be especially conscious of the tightening of her 
nipples as the freezing water hit and slid over them.  
After stepping from the shower, she extravagantly 
spread her watermelon-scented lotion over her yards of 
pale skin, inhaling the aroma deeply as she did so.  
"Practically good enough to eat," she giggled to 
herself, and then sobered up as she realized that she 
was wasting the scent on a day when she wasn't going to 
get anyone close enough to tempt with her aroma.



She walked to the closet, nude and started looking 
through her clothes.  She decided that since she was 
feeling good today, she was going to go out and do 
something, even if it meant going alone.  She was going 
to go to the mall, do some window shopping, maybe blow 
a few bucks, and maybe see a movie or something.  And 
since she was in that somewhat sexy mood, she wanted to 
look good while she did it.  

She chose a sundress in a dark floral print.  It was 
figure-hugging, and was designed so that the wearer 
didn't have to wear a bra with it.  The bodice was 
tight and made of a heavy enough fabric that it 
supported her 42DDD tits by its small spaghetti straps, 
and the skirt flared out over her ample hips to end 
about two inches above her knees.  It was a slightly 
naughty dress, she thought, as she looked in the 
mirror, but she was feeling slightly naughty today, and 
she decided this was the outfit of the day.  She 
slipped her feet, topped by pedicured toes, into a pair 
of golden sandals. A glance in the mirror to convince 
herself that she looked presentable told her that she 
did indeed.  Her long auburn hair waved down her back 
and her eyes sparkled, but it was the dress that was 
the kicker.  The dress showed off her curvy figure to 
advantage, making her ample hourglass curves seem 
slightly dangerous, while accenting her smooth legs.  
She smirked at her reflection, and she was off.

She parked at the mall, far away from the entrance.  
She didn't like other cars too close to hers, and she 
didn't mind the extra little walk.  As she got out of 
the driver's seat, she became aware that it there was 
just the tiniest breeze out, and she had to hold onto 
the skirt of her dress to avoid flashing people as she 
walked up to the doors.

She wandered from store to store, stopping briefly in a 
few but not buying much of anything as she did.  Truth 
be told, she was enjoying shopping the people today 
more than the merchandise.  She bought a lemonade and 
sat on a bench in the middle of the mall, just 
observing people walking by for a while.  She smiled at 
mothers pushing rented baby strollers as their tots 
slept peacefully through the hubbub.  She felt badly 
for the mothers of the teens and pre-teens who were 
arguing as they walked.  She watched the packs of kids 
as they careened about the walkways, trying to look 
'cool' while they checked out the other kids.  And then 
there were the men.  Oh, the glorious men!  

She was a connoisseur of men, she thought as she 
surveyed the male species before her.  She liked the 
distinguished looking older man, whose salt and pepper 
hair just seemed to complement the confident way that 
he strode down the path as if he knew exactly where he 
was going.  She liked the stud who looked about 21 or 
22; the athletic blond whose startling green eyes met 
hers as she gazed at him while he juggled a few bags of 
things he had bought.  The two guys in their 30's, who 
tried not to look guilty or ashamed as they left the 
lingerie store, each with a small bag in hand, and she 
wondered what they had bought and for whom while they 
were in there.  She loved the startled look in the 
man's eyes who was pushing a stroller when he observed 
her checking him out from head to eye.  She boldly met 
his gaze and slowly gave him a wink, making sure that 
his attractive wife didn't see her.  Oh, he got so 
flustered and couldn't decide whether to keep looking 
at her or pay more attention to where he was walking, 
and she giggled to herself as he almost walked into one 
of the potted trees that dotted the mall's common area. 
 In short, it was a smorgasbord of males, and she 
wanted a little taste of all of them.



She sighed, though.  She didn't really have enough 
nerve to walk up to a stranger and start talking.  Her 
self-esteem was a little low, having been ripped to 
shreds by her last boyfriend who had been constantly on 
her about her weight.  What she didn't realize was that 
although she was  overweight, there were many men out 
there who took one look at her voluptuous figure and 
instinctively wanted to see and touch every inch of her 
rounded body.  She was a throwback to an earlier, more 
voluptuous era, when women looked like women, and a man 
just wanted to curl up next to her softness.

"Mind if I have a seat, gorgeous?" she heard as she 
came back to reality.  She looked over and saw Kurt, a 
friend of a friend, standing next to the bench, holding 
a couple of shopping bags and looking delicious and 
refreshing as a sorbet in the summer heat.  She smiled 
and assented, and Kurt dropped down next to her. 

They chatted about commonplaces and their mutual 
friends for a few minutes.  She hadn't ever told a 
soul, but she had developed a mad crush on Kurt almost 
instantly.  She wasn't quite sure what it was, but 
every time she saw him she swore that he grew more 
sexy.  Unfortunately, they hadn't gotten to know each 
other very well and hadn't spent any time alone 
together until today.  Well, if sitting on a public 
bench at a crowded mall counted as alone, anyway.  She 
continued the conversation, trying hard not to stare at 
his full lips and wonder what they would taste like.

"So, what are your plans for today, fair lady?" Kurt 
asked, looking down at her with a smile on his face.

"I don't know," she answered, "Maybe a movie matinee or 
something."

"Can I come?" he queried.  "I don't really have 
anything planned for today, and I can't think of a 
better way to spend my time than with such a beauty by 
my side."

She blushed at such unwarranted and extravagant praise 
and quietly said, "Sure you can, if you really want."

"Oh, I really WANT," he breathed almost so low that she 
didn't quite hear him and wasn't quite sure if that was 
what he really said.

She looked up at him again and he was intently staring 
into her eyes.  There were no smiles on the bench as 
they looked into each other's souls for a long minute. 
 Then he stood up and said, "Shall we?" and the moment 
was gone.

She rose and they ambled down to the multiplex at the 
end of the mall.  After some good-natured quarreling 
about what movie to see, they agreed upon an action-
adventure flick that had been out for a while but 
neither had the time to see before.  At the ticket 
window, she bought her own ticket before he did, 
prompting him to tell her that the next time they did 
this that HE was going to pay.  Almost like a real 
date, she thought to herself excitedly.  Then she 
tamped down her enthusiasm.  Just because she lusted 
after him did NOT mean that he reciprocated.  They were 
just going to hang out today, and she was pretty happy 
with that.


The theater was quite small, signifying that the peak 
popularity of the movie was past.  The only people who 
were paying to see it now were people who either saw it 
once and simply HAD to see it again, or those, like 
them, who had just missed it so far but didn't want to 
wait till the video came out.   In fact, as the 
previews started, she observed that they were the only 
two inside the theater.  The situation apparently 
didn't escape Kurt either, as he looked down at her by 
his side and grinned, "Alone at last, my pretty," and 
gave her his best evil villain smirk.  She laughed out 
loud at his outrageousness, and settled back, relaxing 
in her seat.

By the time the previews had ended, some five or so 
minutes later, she was intensely aware of Kurt's arm 
along the back of her seat.  He had casually slid it 
back there, stretching out, and was idly playing with a 
lock of her hair.  She tried to concentrate on the 
scene unfolding on the screen, but she kept smelling 
Kurt and her mind was wandering down its own little 
path, one that had nothing to do with the supernatural 
creatures that kept popping up onscreen to torment the 
hero.

He shifted in his seat and she felt his thigh press 
against hers.  It felt so strong next to her softness, 
and she wondered what it would feel like if both of 
their legs were unclothed.  Would the crisp curly hairs 
of his leg tickle her smooth one?  What about if they 
wrapped their legs around each other?  She shivered as 
her mind traveled the path of momentary lust, only to 
be pulled back by a scream onscreen as the hero's love 
interest ended up face to face with a monster.

"Cold?" he asked as he leaned down toward her, feeling 
the shiver run through her body.

"Ummm, no," she managed to get out, as she looked up at 
him, unaware that her feelings were apparent on her 
expressive face in the half-light of the movie screen.

He groaned at the sight of her pink lips, slightly 
parted and almost unconsciously, he wrapped his fist 
around a long tress of her mane, pulling her head back 
as his swooped down.  Their lips met in a passionate 
kiss that seemed to go on forever.  Their mouths opened 
and his tongue darted inside her mouth, tasting her 
while she moaned low in her throat.  

Their kisses went on and on, while the movie blared 
around them.  She momentarily thought about being in a 
public theater, but there was no one else in with them, 
so she shoved that thought away and concentrated on 
Kurt and his magical mouth.  

He licked and kissed his way along her curved jawline 
to her ear, where he nibbled on her earlobe, sending 
shudders through her entire body.  When he moved lower, 
to the column of her neck, she felt a rush in her 
pussy, and she knew that she was wet already.  She 
shifted in her seat, and he stopped, whispering softly, 
"Should I stop?" and she knew that him stopping was the 
LAST thing she wanted.

"Oh NO," she breathed, "I just have to pull my skirt 
up, if you don't mind."  She blushed in the darkness as 
he raised one eyebrow at her.  "Well... ummm... Oh my 
God, I can't believe I am telling you this, but... 
well, I don't want to leave a wet spot on the back of 
my dress," she blurted out.



Kurt swallowed hard and looked down at her.  "A wet 
spot?  Already?"

She felt like she was pulled out of the fog of lust 
that had enveloped her.  She knew it was disgusting, 
but she told him anyway.  "Ummm... I get really wet.  I 
mean REALLY wet.  Pretty easily.  I can't help it.  It 
just happens."  And she looked away from Kurt back to 
the movie, where she had no idea what was happening, 
but it was less embarrassing than watching him be 
disgusted by her.

Kurt sat straight up in his seat and glanced around the 
movie theater one more time, confirming that they were 
indeed the only two in the dim place.  He smiled.  He 
pulled her hair again so that she was looking at him.  
"Stand up," he told her matter-of-factly.

"What?" she asked, wondering if he was going to tell 
her that she needed to leave.

"I said, Stand Up.  Right here.  In front of me.  Now, 
please," he almost commanded her, giving thanks for 
stadium seating, which provided all sorts of ample leg 
room.

She did as she was told, now sensing that all wasn't 
lost, and wondering what on earth he was doing.  She 
tried to turn and face him, but he stopped her.  "No.  
Face the screen," he told her.  So she did.

She felt his hands, starting at her ankles, tracing 
their way up her well-muscled calves.  His strong 
fingers gently smoothed their way up her legs to the 
knees, lingering there as he lightly tickled her in 
that sensitive spot just behind the knee.

He heard a soft rumbling and realized it was coming 
from her.  She was purring, he realized, and he grinned 
to himself.  "Like that?" he asked her as he continued 
to caress her, and he saw her long hair move as she 
nodded.  He stopped.  "Out loud, please.  Tell me."

"Yes, I like it," she said softly.  She was lying.  She 
didn't just like it, she LOVED his touch.  He was 
definitely hitting all the right spots, and she felt 
herself getting wetter by the second.  

His hands continued up over her thighs, and as they 
slipped below the hem of her skirt, he could feel the 
heat coming from the juncture of her legs.  He smiled 
again.  As he slowly slid his fingers higher and 
higher, he felt himself growing from half hard to a 
full blown erection.  He stopped a moment to adjust his 
cock to a more comfortable position and heard her moan 
of protest.  

All of a sudden, his hands were gone, she realized.  
She was so enjoying his touch that when it was taken 
away, she was keenly aware of it.  She glanced behind 
her in time to see him touching his crotch, and it 
excited her when she observed the material of his 
shorts stretched tightly across his groin.  

He looked up to see her watching him, and barked a 
command.  "Eyes to the front, please.  Don't turn 
around unless I tell you."  He softened his tone a bit. 
 "Please."



She turned back around and faced the screen once more 
while she wondered what was coming next.  She didn't 
have to wait long.

He took the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her 
waist.  "Hold, please" he told her as he placed one of 
her hands on the skirt so he had an unobstructed view 
of her from ankle to waist.  In the dim light of the 
theater, her skin glowed.  The sensuous curves of her 
legs flowed into a round, ripe ass, the cheeks of which 
were split by a small line of fabric that ran from her 
waist into the crack of her bottom, exposing the soft 
flesh around them to his eyes.  He inhaled deeply, 
smelling the scent of her arousal, and he grew just a 
bit harder.  He reached one hand down, and in a fluid 
motion, firmly ran his fingernails from her Achilles 
tendon all the way up over her lower limbs and across 
the soft flesh of her buttocks.  He heard her moan and 
watched her bottom shake as she felt the lines of fire 
run over her soft skin, and he watched as the delicate 
red lines appeared, just barely visible on her milky 
whiteness in the dusky theater.

She didn't want to move as she felt him scrape his way 
over her body with his nails.  How did he know that she 
liked that, she wondered to herself, but then she 
stopped thinking altogether as she felt his mouth.  

He firmly bit one plump cheek of her ass, enjoying the 
softness of the flesh beneath his mouth.  He then bit 
the other one, and finally, he bit that tiny area where 
her thighs met the bottom of her buttocks, feeling her 
entire body shudder as he did so.  

"Oh...My... God..." she moaned to his delight.  

"Bend over," he instructed her as he pushed on the 
small of her back.  She did as he requested, bending so 
far over the seat in front of her that he could easily 
see the source of the heat coming from between her 
legs.  He grabbed the waistband of her panties and 
pulled them down to her ankles, with not a protest from 
her.  Instead, she moaned again and wriggled her 
luscious ass at him.   He took that as a positive and 
began lavishing the round posterior before him with 
kisses and nibbles and licks.  

She was in heaven.  And hell.  His mouth was causing 
the most delicious sensations to run from her ass to 
her brain to her nipples and on down to her pussy.  She 
couldn't believe she was in a public movie theater, 
although it was empty, allowing a man, even one as sexy 
as this one, to bare her to his eyes and his touch.  
She shut her eyes and concentrated on the feelings in 
her body.

Kurt couldn't stand it anymore.  He had to taste the 
sweetness that he knew was just inches away, and he 
licked his way down the crack of her ass.  He lingered 
for a moment at her rosebud, enjoying the way it 
crinkled up as he lightly flicked it and he felt her 
entire body tighten up.  He filed that away for future 
reference, and continued on.  He felt the wetness on 
the cheeks of his face from where she had dripped on 
her thighs, and he went deeper.



"Ahhhhh..." she moaned loudly as she felt his mouth 
reach her pussy.  He firmly pushed her legs further 
apart, and she was almost dangling from the seat in 
front as he began to lick up her juices.  His tongue 
tickled her hole and she squirmed, feeling a rush of 
fresh moisture flow out of the secret recesses of her 
body.  

Kurt groaned himself as he lost himself in the fragrant 
meatiness of the cunt in front of him.  God, she tasted 
good, he thought, as he lightly bit on the smooth lips 
of her pussy, tugging on them with his mouth.  One of 
his hands slowly rubbed his cock through his shorts, 
and the other one massaged her ass, grabbing it firmly 
and squeezing it hard.  He lost himself in her pussy, 
and he heard the slurping sounds he made as he ate her 
mercilessly.  He pushed his face in deeper, and moved 
lower, finding her firm clit with his mouth.  He licked 
up and down that pearl of sensitivity, vaguely hearing 
her moaning in the background, but too intent to pay 
much attention.  Her trembling indicated to him that 
she was getting close to a climax, and he judged his 
moment instinctively.

She couldn't stand it anymore.  His licking on her clit 
was going to push her over the brink, right there, in 
the theater, and she just didn't care.  His nose kept 
pushing against the edges of her hole and she knew she 
was close.  And then it happened.

Kurt opened his mouth wide and sucked her clit into his 
mouth.  He closed his teeth around it gently and while 
sucking, flicked his agile tongue back and forth over 
the kernel of flesh.  That was it.

She screamed, as softly as she could, but it was still 
definitely a scream as she began convulsing in her 
orgasm.  The feeling of his teeth and tongue, combined 
with the unrelenting suction of his mouth made her 
climax go on and on and she felt her hips bucking as 
she spasmed over and over again.

He was in heaven.  She was coming hard, and he could 
feel every tremble and shudder and spasm of her body.  
The juices coming from her increased, if that was 
possible, and he released her clit to move up and suck 
them all straight from the source, slurping them down 
like he was dying of thirst.

She began to come down from the incredible high, still 
feeling his mouth back there.  His tongue was inside 
her, as if he were trying to lick her dry, although she 
had little doubts of THAT happening.  She inhaled 
deeply, trying to calm her body, although she kept 
having little aftershock spasms that would cause her 
inner muscles to clamp down on his tongue.

Finally, he stopped.  She stood up, and went to move 
away, but his hands held her firmly in place.
"No," he said.  "Sit down," he commanded her.  "Here.  
On my lap."  

She stopped, now embarrassed as she always was when she 
was the one on top.  "No," she hissed back at him.  
"I'll smush you."

"Yes," he told her.  "Trust me.  You won't."  And he 
pulled her backwards, so that his legs were inside 
hers, spreading her wide over him.  She tried to lower 
herself gracefully, and then stopped as she felt it.



Kurt held his painfully erect cock pointing up as he 
watched her naked ass descend towards him.  He wanted, 
no, he NEEDED to be inside her.  Mr. Happy just had to 
get inside the wet heat of her pussy, and he wasn't 
taking no for an answer.

She glanced back, not sure what she felt, and she 
gasped as she saw the pillar of flesh that was pointing 
at her.  She wasn't sure how large it was, but it sure 
looked thick, and she knew he was going to stretch her. 
 She looked around again at the empty theater, glanced 
up at the screen, and then sighed and sank down on him.
They both gasped in unison as his hardness slid deep 
inside her warmth.  She simply sat there for a minute, 
as she grew accustomed to the stretching of her 
channel, and he was grateful for the moment to try to 
compose himself.  Then he felt it.

"God!" he moaned as Kurt felt her pussy walls seem to 
constrict around him.  It was like he was getting a 
massage from a hot wet silk glove on his cock, and he 
was lost in the pleasure.

She was clenching and unclenching her inner muscles in 
an effort to feel every inch of the hardness inside 
her.  She loved the way he fit into her, and she just 
wanted to make sure that she enjoyed every second of 
it.  And if he liked it, which apparently he did, from 
the noises he was making, well... so much the better.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.  She began 
rising and falling on the pillar of flesh that she was 
seated upon.  She would slowly raise up until just the 
head of his cock was inside her opening, and she felt 
empty inside, and then she would quickly lower herself, 
feeling her walls expand to take him in.  She did it 
over and over again, not only enjoying the sensations 
in her body, but she was drinking in the sounds that he 
was making as she moved.

Kurt was so aroused he didn't know how he was keeping 
himself from shooting off deep inside her.  His cock 
practically ached it was so hard, and each time she 
slid back down on him, he thought it would be the last. 
 Her wetness was still flowing freely, and he knew he 
was going to have a wet spot on his shorts, but it was 
a small price to pay for the decadent feel of his balls 
being bathed with her essence.  He watched her long 
hair bouncing before him, and he inhaled, smelling her 
cleanliness mixed with the smell of sex permeating the 
air around them both.  He started to grunt with each 
thrust, and was moving his hips upwards to get maximum 
penetration and pleasure from every movement.  Kurt 
heard her small noises as well, which only added to his 
sensory overload.  

"Oh god..Yes.. Yes.  Yes." she declared with every 
deeply penetrating motion that they made.  Their bodies 
were wetly slapping together and she knew she was close 
to another orgasm.

Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore, and as she 
slammed down on him, he held her there, he cock buried 
as deeply into her tightness as it could get and he 
yelled.

She felt it.  She felt the spasms of his cock as his 
essence unloaded itself deep inside her pussy.  The 
throbbing over her clit were enough and she yelled a 
moment later as her own climax rushed through her. 


Kurt felt her come as she tightened around his 
pulsating cock, practically milking the semen from deep 
inside his body with her convulsions.  He was truly in 
heaven, he thought to himself, as soon as he was able 
to think again.

She was sated.  For the moment, at least, she giggled 
to herself.  She knew that she and Kurt had an awful 
lot more to explore together, and she couldn't wait to 
get started. 

