When I first saw you, I wasn’t sure what to say. I stood there almost breathless until you turned around and looked at me like it was for the first time in your life you had seen my face. I ran to you and you hugged me, you just held me there against you for what seemed like days, but it was probably only a few seconds. As we both pulled apart we kept our fingers laced together, and you asked me how my trip was.

“It was fine. I’d never been on a plane before.” I smiled, “it’s much better now, though.”

“And why is that?” you asked.

I pushed my body closer to you. I could feel your heartbeat grow faster as I leaned into your chest. “Because now I’m with you.”



I remember we talked most of the day, and most of the things you told to me, you whispered in my ear so no one else could hear you. It wasn’t a real question why, though. You told me about a dream you had the night before, and while you were describing it I felt myself get hot… you knew it, too. The dream was basically the same thing we had spoken to each other about before—sneaking around in a movie theatre, getting away with as much as we could without getting caught. I felt a very slight drip ease its way down the lace hemline of my underwear; I knew I had to be blushing.


“Would you want to?” You asked me. I think you noticed my blushing.


“Want to what?”


“Continue my dream.” You had a mischievous smirk on your face, and I had a pretty good idea what that meant, but I didn’t say anything about it. “I never got to the end, I woke up early to see you, Babe.”


I laughed nervously and looked away, then began staring at my feet. “If I said no, I would be lying to you.”


“Then don’t lie,” you laughed, “tell me.”


I looked at this as either a chance to make a fool of myself, or the opportunity to gain control over the situation. I raised my head up and wrapped my arms around your neck. Now it was my turn to make you want me. I leaned into your neck slightly, letting my soft breaths tickle you. I whispered my every desire in your ear, right there in the store. I saw passersby look at us strangely, but I didn’t care. It was my turn, and I wanted to make the best of what I had. My words appeared to be of some inherent effect, as your skin grew redder, and your breath started to quicken, the pace was beginning to be unsteady and short. A few other things gave it away too, though—needless to say one in particular.


“So…I take it that would be a yes?” you asked slowly.


“Mmhmm.” I giggled at you and grabbed a hold of your hand, “Let’s go see a movie.”




When we both entered the movie, our eyes scanned for guards. None. We headed to the back row; where no one could look down to see us. As we seated, you lifted up the cup holder arms of the seats and made room for laying back.

“I think I’m going to like this movie.” I said, trying not to burst out laughing from the giddiness that was unstoppably building within me.

“I know I will,” you laughed, "I can see it now 'Sneaking Around in Theatres With the Little Lady I Love' "

“Little Lady, huh?”

“For now.”


I smiled softly at him. “Make me a woman then. Show me what its like to see things the way you do.”


“The way I do?” you asked


I didn’t say anything back. As the lights dimmed, nothing more than a foot from our faces could be seen except the shining screen. It is now or never; I told myself. I looked you straight in the eye and saw a nervousness I had never seen in you before. I slowly lowered myself down to my knees in front of you—keeping my eyes locked to yours. My hands worked their way up your leg and down again, up past your stomach and your chest. I rose for a moment and you smirked at me—almost like you were teasing me with my own desire. I could hear your mind taunting, “You want me,” even though no words were spoken.It annoyed the shit out of me, but I just couldn’t resist it.

I kissed you slowly, wanting to savor the taste of your lips first before I roamed towards the rest of your body. My fingers lightly traced along your neck and shoulders, I felt my body scream in excitement when you reached up and touched my face. Your fingers undid the buttons of your shirt from the top down, as mine worked upwards. I leaned close to you and inhaled your scent, my tongue slid up your stomach to you neck and I planted kissed down again. My hands rested between your thighs and I felt you grow harder by the second as I worked my way around and across every inch of your body. My mind was running marathons contemplating what was going on; what was I doing? I knew why I was doing it, but I truly had no idea what to do or how to do it.


Make him love it… show him what you’re capable of.


I massaged your legs and groin through your pants, just to tease you more. I looked up to see your eyes closed, your head tilted back. I slowly unbuttoned the top of your pants, fumbling a bit with the zipper and internally kicking myself for it. Smooth. I wanted to impress you with my “skills” you could call it. I’d never heard of anyone who developed a supernatural amount of skill within a period of two minutes, but I placed my bet that I could be the first. My eyes widened as I took your dick in my hand; I had never seen one, no, but I was pretty sure this beat out all the others. I looked back at you and saw you sitting tense, nervous: probably as nervous as I was at the time.


“Tell me if I’m doing it right.” I said slowly, cautiously, not wanting to break the electricity I had been building. You nodded slightly in reply.


I repositioned my hands around your cock as I felt it slide though them. One hand rubbed and gently massaged your balls as the other rubbed the head of your member, searching for that little magic spot that would bring you totally under my control. Your breath quickened once again while I continued, and I brushed my thumb lightly across your cumhole. I felt you tense up, and I heard you stifle back a sigh of pleasure. Found it. I decided to experiment u while your eyes were shut. I lowered my lips onto the tip of your dick and let my tongue glide across the smooth, soft, delicate skin of your head, through the slit of your cumhole once again. I saw your eyes flash open in surprise, and I knew this had to be the first time anyone had done this to you before. After a few seconds I felt you relax, and begin to enjoy me worshipping your stuff. I licked along your shaft from your balls back up to your head, tasting you—loving you.


I leaned in even closer and let my hot breath tickle the hairs that sprouted up from your balls; I gently sucked and lapped my tongue against them until I heard a soft, low moan escape your lips. My tongue flicked across the sensitive underside, and I did everything I could to hear you moan again—to earn more evidence of your pleasure. Your hand lightly grasped a hold of my long locks and you slowly directed my head back to the end of your swelling dick and I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of your cock. You pushed my head down your shaft steadily, farther each time until I couldn’t press on any farther. I fought against my gag reflex, wanting to take every inch of you into my hungry mouth. I looked into your eyes while I sucked eagerly at your dick.


“Come on, that’s it… relax you’re doing amazing.” You said reassuringly. Something about the way your voice cradled me—about the way you could strip away every trace of nervousness from my being—caused me to force myself past my limits. I pressed my mouth back down hard on your cock, my throat relaxed and my tongue outstretched to take you in. I felt the tender head of your dick press against the back of my throat, and still I pressed on. I kept pushing until I felt my lips touch the warm fuzzy skin of your balls. I pulled out to breathe and pushed in again, hearing your moans of appreciation each time I went down. All of a sudden you pulled my head up off the end of your member, and without warning a hot splatter of cum shot my lips and neck. I think you were trying to tell me you were cumming when you pulled me off your dick, but it was a few seconds too late. You tightened you grip on my hair and pulled my face up to you, kissing me with a fire I had never known existed.


I crawled onto you lap and straddled you. Your fingers caressed my face, wiping most of the cum off with your thumb, and the tips of your fingers slowly moved their way down my shoulders to my chest. You ate at my neck where your cum had landed and your tongue glided smoothly up back to my lips. I planted soft kisses up your jaw line and held your face with my hands for a moment, just to look at you.


You picked at my buttons and fumbled—as I had earlier—but you managed to get them undone. No one had ever seen this much of me before, my chest was openly exposed to you apart from my bra, and my own insecurities about my body were exploding. You reached behind my back and pulled me close while you unclasped my bra, I bit my lip as you did in fear of disappointing you with my underdeveloped breasts. As we slid my bra off, I noticed you eyes grow wide and you shot me a soft smile. It didn’t seem to faze you if they hadn’t been satisfactory, you seemed in awe, mesmerized by me and drunk not from the lust, but moreover the love.


You cupped my breast in your hand and greedily sucked at my neck. Your tongue flicked at my nipples and you took turns from one breast to the other, sucking on them slowly. I wrapped my arms around your neck and ran my fingers up through your hair while you feasted on my bare flesh, taking your time to taste my skin, making me melt with every move you made. I felt myself grow hotter than ever before and I grinded lightly against your still hard dick. I felt your member throb and pulse through my underwear as it rubbed my pelvis, my skirt parted wide and bunched up over my hips. The drip turned into burning molten pool between my legs, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to give myself to you.


“Take me.” I whispered.


“What?” you seemed almost shocked at the abruptness of what I said.


“I love you…” I said those three words slowly into your ear, “I want you to take me.”


“I love you, too.”


I leaned into your ear and nibbled at it. I let my tongue glide into and around your lobe until i felt your fingers blindly searching for my sopping wet cunt through my underwear. you moved them to the side and after a minute or so found my throbbing clit. You played with my little rosebud for a while, until I couldn’t take the tension anymore. I giggled nervously and bit my lip while i redirected your hand to the hemline and wiggled slightly as you slid them down. to my knees. I stood up in front of you and let them fall down past the tops of my little mary-jane-like boots, and slowly lifted up my skirt to show my shaven, virgin pussy.

You reached behind me and grabbed my ass roughly to pull me back onto your lap. With your hands gripping my hips the way you were I expected you to just pound away. You had the chance, but to my surprise you were just as hesitant as i was. Your traced little trails with your lips around my nipples and down my stomach, your hot breath tickling me, and you flicked your tongue past my bellybutton just for good measure.

"You're so beautiful..." you told me, "you really are."

I wasn't sure what to say back. I wanted to argue about all my flaws but I just couldn’t. This moment was perfect. I planted a kiss softly on your lips, and my hand moved down to your cock. I felt it pulsing in my hand and I knew if we waited much longer you would explode on my thighs and it would be over. I closed my eyes and pushed the end of your member to my cunny hole and let my weight press down onto your lap. I felt you enter me slowly, and I felt my body stretch around your dick to take you in, but I just couldn’t seem to stretch enough. After getting about 3 inches of you in, I raised back up and pressed down harder. Still you couldn’t fit.

"Let me try" you said. You held my up my ass and then pushed yourself slowly into me, inch my inch until i felt your balls at my skin. "Does that hurt?"

"Not too much" i said, my eyes still closed.

You raised my ass again and pushed me down. I let out a gasp and pressed my face to yours until i got myself into a state of mind that I was actually getting fucked. I placed both hand on your chest and rubbed up to your shoulders while i took the lead and slowly worked my body up and down your tool. I was moaning by now. I grabbed my breast to fondle myself -- I knew how much you love watching me do that. I rolled my head to the side and exposed my neck to you, subconsciously asking you to leave your mark on me. You grabbed my roughly by the hair and thrust harder into me while your mouth sucked on my throat. God, this hurts so good.

You flipped us both over so you could stand, and you pulled me by the ass to the edge of the seat. I took the initiative to wrap my legs around and i pulled you back into me. With you in charge, you fucked me faster and deeper than i could have done on your lap. Please don't stop. I couldn’t take it anymore and I cried out your name, I could have slapped myself for letting anything that loud escape my lips. You immediately pressed your hand over my mouth to stop me from drawing any attention to us. I parted my lips and you slipped two fingers past them, allowing me to suck on them at my desire. I suppose this also could have been to shut me up.

Sweat dripped from your face and down your neck past your perfect bare chest. As i felt you thrust into me time after time i imagined what it must be like on your end. Seeing me helpless in front of you, wanting to give you everything and so desperate for my first orgasm -- I might do anything. My nipples were sensitive to the touch, and my lips were tingling and calling for another of your sweet kisses. I think you knew this, because you pulled your fingers from my mouth and leaned close to me. You brushed your lips to mine, but pulled back as i desperately tried locking them with mine. All i want is a taste.

My virgin cunny squeezed tight around you as and i tried stifling a gasp of pure pleasure -- this was it. You pulled out of me and stabbed me one more time with your cock, and your hot sticky cum filled me completely. One small trickle of your juices dripped out of me and down to my asshole and i wrapped my legs tighter around you to prevent any more from escaping. You halfway collapsed onto me and rested your head on my shoulder, while i ran my hand up and down your neck and back. A little bead of sweat dripped down your nose past your luscious lips and fell onto my breast.

I pulled your head up to me by the back of your hair and forced your lips to crash onto mine.

"I love you”, I said through my panting.

"I love you more."

 

Anyone care to give feedback? Its my first story so id like to know if anyone liked it.

 

It was great, but your story kind of gave me an idea. A story for both a women and a man. A story were you couldn't distinguish who the other person was.

 

very nice. I've never made love in a theater before.

 

Oh geez I just realized something! The bottom half of my story doesnt show up if you have the lighter color scheme...

 

Very nice story. I have always had a fantasy about doing it in a movie theater. Would love to find someone willing to help me fulfill that fantasy!

 

Your words brought back lovely memories.