At the movies

It's pouring rain outside.  Your wife is sitting at the dining room table, busy with a job deadline looming.  Sensing her stress, you ask if there's anything you can do to help.

"I love you sissy, and don't take this the wrong way, but just get out of the house and give me some quiet time to concentrate on my work.  I promise you some quality time once my deadline passes."

Mulling over your options, you decide to go see that hit movie that's been out for weeks, but you just haven't found the time to go.  Grabbing the car keys and giving your wife a kiss, you tell her you'll be back in a few hours.

Ticket in hand, you head down the dark hallway towards your theater.  Opening the door, the cool air hits you as you fight off a shiver.  You stifle a laugh when you realize you're the only person in the theater.  You've got your pick of any seat in the house!

Waiting for the film to start, you check to silence your phone, only to remember you're by yourself.  But that changes as you hear footsteps as another person enters the room.  They sit a few seats to your side.

You glance over and see it's a man with light hair and beard.  He looks your way and smiles.  You smile back as the lights dim for the first movie trailer.  

The first trailer is for a suspenseful horror movie.  When it's over you realize it's still only the two of you in the theater.  You get up and approach him.  "I don't think I want to see that movie.  I'm scared just watching the trailer.  Do you mind if I sit next to you?  It'll make me feel safer."

"No problem," he says with a laugh.  "You'd think there'd be more people here on a rainy day."

You hold the back of your miniskirt against you as you take a seat next to him.  You catch him watching you, eyeing your long, smooth legs just a bit too long.  You smile inwardly, knowing he's noticed you.

The next trailer is for a comedy, which has you both laughing and feeling less spooked.  The third trailer is a romantic period film, with scenes of sexual tension and glimpses of skin.  You feel a hand on your thigh, and realize it's not your own.  You give a sideways glance at him.

That's when you notice the bulk in the front of his slacks.  With his nonverbal invitation, you reach over to give it a gentle massage through the fabric of his pants.  He sighs softly and adjusts himself to give you better access.

Reaching into his pants, you nearly faint when you feel how amazing he is.  Not only is his dick long, but it's fairly thick too!  You pull it out and stare at it with lust as you give it a few good tugs.  

You pull your skirt and panties down, and start slowly rubbing the cage between your legs with two fingers as you continue to slide your hand up and down his immense shaft.

As much as you want to taste him, you're too enamored with the sight of your dainty hand pumping up and down on his picture-perfect cock.  You pace yourself so that he doesn't get too excited, yet never goes soft either.  

This goes on for a while before the pressure in your cage gets to be too much and you excuse yourself.  Feeling flushed, you walk outside the building to get some fresh air.  

After some time, you feel like yourself again and head back inside.  When you get to the theater, the ending credits are running and the room is empty.

Even though you're sad he's gone, you can't wait to tell the story about the big one that got away!