An Afternoon at the Movies

"I love what you are doing to me," he said. "But I don't think this is how we should be spending our time."

She looked at him, her head cocked to the side in confusion. Self-doubt creeped in. Was she doing something wrong? Maybe she wasn't what he really wanted.

"Oh..okay," she stammered, looking away from him. No stranger to rejection, she knew when to cut her losses. She released his slightly deflated flesh from her hands and once again attempted to raise off of him. He stopped her yet again.

"No, that's not what I meant," he said earnestly. He raked a hand through his hair. "Damn it. I'm messing this up."

She stopped and listened to his words.

"I wish I had picked a better time to do this." He glanced around. "You deserve so much better than this. But when we got out of work early, I saw an opening and I took it. I wanted to show how you make me feel, what you mean to me." He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She felt his cock begin to stir beneath her.

"See?" he said. "You are so sexy to me. I just want to make you feel good..." he paused for a moment, as if reflecting on her explosive orgasm from earlier. "...again."

Hearing him speak so passionately about his feelings for her erased any misconceptions regarding his intentions towards her. With renewed resolve, she grasped his hardness in her hands again. In only a few strokes he was like steel. She aligned the head of his penis with her dripping opening. Sensing what was about to finally commence, he used his hands to steady her waist. She sank lower until the tip touched the lips of her slit. His chest stopped moving under hers as he held his breath and then released it. He spoke to her softly.

"Go slow. I know we don't have a lot of time but want you to feel all of me as I slide into you." He then pushed his pelvis upwards, inserting more of his cock into her. Her head fell back as her vulva stretched to accommodate his huge penis.

"Jesus, you're so tight around me."

She wanted to respond to him but each movement down his shaft took another breath from her. There was no doubt in her mind that he possessed the longest, thickest dick to ever penetrate her. She was no prude and had a variety of sexual partners in her history. Not every man had been blessed to pack substantial swinging meat between his legs. Those that were packing gave her enough pleasure but nothing she couldn't handle.

But as her aroused tissue massaged him further throughout the passage to her core, she knew he had no equal. And she knew there would never be another like him. She continued her descent into erotic madness.

She felt him roughly blow out a breath that he'd apparently been holding in.

"You feel incredible," he said to her. "It's like we're a perfect fit. We haven't even begun and I already feel like I'm going to lose it any minute."

Although she didn't say it aloud, she agreed with him. She was having a hard time reconciling how good he felt inside of her. She tried not to devote too much thinking to the idea that this might be the only time they would be together. The mere thought of not being able to kiss his lips, run her hands through his hair as he pounded into her suddenly became unfathomable. No. She knew from deep within that what was happening right now was simply the first of many chances they would get to explore each other's bodies. She was almost fully seated in his lap, mentally preparing herself for the last inch or two--.

"Oh baby, I can't wait any longer," he said roughly then forcefully thrust his pelvis upwards, driving his dick deep into her pussy.

"Oh fu--," she exclaimed. The head of his penis felt enormous inside of her. She didn't think it would be possible for a guy to 'bottom out' but he had done it with inches of dick to spare. The sense of fullness as his cock filled any available crevice quite literally took her breath away. There was no air left anywhere in her, for he had displaced it all when pushed into her to the hilt. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her just enough to give himself the vertical space to slide out of her and then back in again.

"Oh my god--I can't--" she sighed into him. She moved her head so that her mouth hovered closely over his. They breathed sexual intensity into one another, moaning in low tones. The up and down motions of his thrust matched her slow, rotational grind. Neither had to give any directions or hints as to what the other would find pleasurable. They just knew. Instinct led him to use long, measured strokes so she could feel every part of his manhood. Intuition told her to lace her fingers around the back of his neck, pressing her firm breasts into his chest while wrapping her tongue around his would set his passion ablaze. An unexpectedly deep upshot from his hips set off a chain of pre-orgasmic events. Starting with the quickening of her breath, her sex-slickened muscles spasmed then locked tight on his dick.

"Damn, that's a helluva grip you've got on me right now." He pushed into her for emphasis but her swelling orgasm had controlled her muscles to fast pulses around his engorged member. He was not immune to the fervor building between them either as his penis began to stiffen more with each contraction of her pussy. His breaths were short and shallow as he tried to control himself. But they both knew that neither could hold on any longer. Nor did they want to. It was time to release the passion that they had been held since entering the theater--no, since first meeting each other.

With renewed fervor, she quickened the speed of her grinding. He gripped her hips and pushed deeper. They weren't thrashing wildly about. Very controlled rhythm of motions swayed them closer to the edge of their sexual peaks. His dick was now a solid steel column drilling into her hot, wet center. She felt a familiar tell-tale twitch of his penis.

She grasped his face in her hands as she stilled her gyrating hips and broke their kiss. She searched for his eyes in the darkness of the auditorium even though finding those baby blues would be a long shot. Then brightness from the scenes on the screen behind them illuminated his face as their eyes met.

"Come with me," she said against his lips, then resumed riding him with slow intensity. Although the light was not in their favor she could catch glimpses of burning desire in his eyes. She gazed longingly at him, holding his stare as she conveyed her emotions with each circular movement of her pelvis. Her words seemed to hold the unspoken double request of bonding him to her not just physically but in other ways as well.

"Always," he replied back and then pressed his mouth against hers, pushing his tongue deep in her mouth as if fucking her pussy wasn't enough, he had to do the same to her mouth.

With a final shuddering thrust he began to cum. He deftly rammed his dick as far as it would go into her fiery tunnel and held her there. Each jerk of his penis tapped out a cadence on her g-spot then finally she was joining him as they rode the ocean of orgasmic waves suddenly released between them. He wrapped his arms tight around her back, holding on as if she was a lifesaver.

She whimpered quietly as her body continued to be wracked by convulsions of ecstasy. He resumed thrusting, further elongating her orgasm. He was moaning too, caught up in the throes of their passion. Their lips pulled away from one another. He whispered her name over and over with each upward motion of his hips as if the tip sought to drive deeper.

With one final push into her dripping sex, their erotic train had reached its final destination. She rested her right cheek against the right side of his head, burying her nose in his hair, trying to catch her breath. They were unable to enjoy the reverie of afterglow for there was a dramatic swelling of orchestral music booming from the speakers.

"The movie's finished," he said. She began to swing her leg behind, to climb off of his lap but his fingers tightened on her waist, stalling her.

"Don't move just yet. Everyone's almost gone." She could feel him moving his head to get a better look over her shoulder.

So they clung together a few moments longer, not seeming to care that he was still inside of her.

"Okay, we're good now."

She slightly rose, feeling his softening member begin to slide out of her. Her thoughts flashed back to when she was riding him and her vagina clenched involuntarily around him. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Or maybe we can just stay like this a little while longer?" He asked.

She laughed softly.

"I used to work at a movie theater," she said. "Even though it's not crowded right now, the staff will be here soon to reset the auditorium for the next showing. We have to go." The house lights brightened as if to validate her point, the credits still rolling up the screen.

She lifted herself completely up. There was no audible 'pop' or gush of fluids. Only a feeling of...emptiness. She tried not to dwell on it too much as she adjusted her skirt, smoothing out the bunched fabric. She tucked the tail of her shirt back into the waist of the garment and re-centered the belt. A quick run of her fingers through her hair brought any untamed strands under control. Wearing it loose had its advantages.

She found herself avoiding his eyes. She was flooded with thoughts and emotions she wasn't ready to address yet. She grabbed her coat from the chair and folded it over one of her forearms. She turned around half way and out of the corner of her eye noticed that he had done the same with his suit jacket. Probably to hide any tell-tale stains or embarrassing wet spots. She couldn't help but appreciate the way his dress shirt molded to firm biceps filling out the sleeves. Still not ready to speak, she began walking down the aisle to exit the theater. She could hear quiet footsteps behind her as he silently followed.

She was met with bright lights and the sounds of arcade games as she walked down the corridor towards the exit to the parking lot. She was so lost in rehashing everything that she almost didn't register his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm going to hit the men's room real quick to...you know, uh..." his voice trailed off.

She looked up at him, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Yeah...I should probably do the same."

They went to their respective wash rooms. Like someone coming down from an adrenaline rush, she started to feel shaky and out of sorts. She aimlessly walked past several stalls before finally going in the last one on the right. Throwing her coat over the top of the stall door, she hiked up her skirt and squatted over the commode, relieved herself then balled a wad of tissue in her hand to clean up. When the paper touched her sensitive folds, she was taken aback at the soreness. Of course she should not have been too surprised given his generous girth and length. A small smile began to form on her lips but quickly went away. The rawness served as another reminder that she'd just had sex with her coworker in the middle of the day, in a public place. What the hell was she thinking? Well, obviously she wasn't making good choices at the moment.

She left the stall to wash her hands at the sink. A quick glance in the mirror revealed no smudged lipstick or runny mascara. Even though her skin tone would not be considered 'light' by most people, she thought she could detect a slight red flush in her skin, perhaps caused by the amazing sex. Hastily she moved away from the sink to dry her hands with a towel from the dispenser on the wall, not wanting to see her reflection disapprovingly judging her. She roughly wrenched her overcoat from the stall door.

Departing the restroom she noticed him standing in front of the poster of a soon-to-be released movie.

"Hey," she said nonchalantly. "I'm done." She continued walking to the glass exit doors at a brisk pace, as if escaping into the shining sun would help erase the memory of what occurred. She didn't necessarily want to forget what happened. Quite the opposite in fact. She knew herself well enough that their hot little session in the theater would fuel many self-pleasure sessions to come. She was not big on regrets so deep down she wasn't remorseful about what they did. But adultery was adultery so she would have to deal with the impetuous decision to be unfaithful to her husband, putting her strong marriage at tremendous risk. Pushing the double doors open she stepped outside.

"Hey, slow down," he called after her. "Why are you walking so fast?"

She reached her car and had her keys in hand, thumb on the unlock button of the fob before he caught up to her. He grasped one of her wrists gently tugging, turning her to him. She could feel him looking down on her, but she couldn't bring her eyes up to meet his beautiful blues.

"What's going on? It's like you're trying to run away from me." She didn't answer him because she didn't think she could coherently communicate what she was feeling. Hell, she wasn't even sure what was going on within her. She was in emotional turmoil as she was being mentally pulled in so many directions: joy at finally fulfilling a long-held sexual fantasy; feeling sexually satiated; worried about a lie she would have to perpetuate to keep her husband from discovering this act of infidelity; and so many other conflicting notions all competing for precedence to be mulled over and resolved.

"Look at me," he gently commanded. When she didn't move, his hand that was still holding her wrist threaded his fingers between hers. "Look at me," he softly repeated, bringing his face closer to hers. "Please?"

"I don't want you to feel weird about what we just did," he continued. "I know I don't. Granted, it didn't occur under ideal circumstances. But I definitely want the chance to make it up to you and give you the experience I know you deserve."

What?! Her head snapped up, her eyes locking on his. It sounded as if he was not only okay with their midday romp but that he wanted to do it again? Her heart started beating a little faster as he carried on.

"Although all of 'this' seemed to come from nowhere, it's something I've thought about for a long time. I know we both have a lot to figure out but I hope this is not going to be a one-off," he stopped speaking then looked over her head into the distance. "You've got your situation. I've got mine. So it's all kinds of complicated. But you do mean something to me and it's important to me to discover if you feel the same. I'm not talking about dropping everything and running off together."

He looked at her again. The seriousness of his tone matched the intensity in shining his eyes.

"I respect you as a person, as a colleague and most importantly as a woman. I'm not going to run around the office telling everyone either." Damn it! She quickly thought of the repercussions of having to interact with him five days a week at the office. Sitting across from him in the conference room, reminiscing about sitting on him as her pussy tightly gripped his pole. She doubled her efforts to focus on what he was saying so there could be no misunderstandings later. "I want to give you some space to process how we spent our time together. I thoroughly enjoyed every single moment. I'm not the type of guy having meaningless encounters so it's not just about the sex with me. I don't want to get too deep into the emotional stuff at this point so we'll take it one step at a time." He paused. Wanting to convey that she had something to say also, she opened her mouth to speak but he kissed her. His tongue slipped between her lips and slow-danced with hers, then she closed her eyes.

It may seem cliche but while their lips were locked she could only focus on him. She didn't take note of the sun beginning to dip lower behind the clouds as the evening was ushered in. She wasn't aware of various people entering and exiting their cars in the parking lot. However, she was acutely cognizant that his fingers increased their firm grip while still laced between hers. As he pressed his body to hers, leaning them both into her car, she was quite receptive to the sensation of him growing rigid beneath the fabric of his pants. It excited her even more to realize that she had such a strong physical effect on him. She was very conscious of the familiar tingle between her legs beginning to stir but he soon broke the kiss.

"Don't answer me now," he said. "I can't speak for you but I'm still flying pretty high right now. I'll follow your lead as to where 'this' goes. I'll see you on Monday."

He kissed her again, released her hand and walked away to his car. Not wanting him to look back and find her still standing like a dumbstruck idiot, she fumbled with her key fob until the locks opened and she got in her vehicle. She started the engine but hesitated before putting the car in gear and driving away. Not sure that she could competently operate the machine in a controlled manner, she waited until she had her pounding heartbeat under control. In the rear view mirror she watched him lower the top of his Audi convertible, put on sunglasses and then drive off. A scenario flashed in her mind in which she was right there beside him in the passenger seat, her hair flying in the wind as they drove to some destination, not really caring where they were going. Just happy to be in each other's company.

She put on her own sunshades and hit the button to open the sunroof of her SUV. Backing out of the parking space and then moving forward she commenced to think about how she would deal with the change in their friendship. She had no doubt that she would arrive at the right decision for both of them. But for right now, the only thing front and center in her mind was how it would feel to have him between her legs again.