In a Dark Theater

This one's for you Nicole!

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In a Dark Theater

by st0rmbringer

The four of them got together at least three times a week at Melissa's house.

She lived with her grandparents, her mother's parents. Melissa's mom and dad died in a car accident when she was just a baby. Her father didn't have any family and her mother was their youngest child so they took her in and raised her.

Her mom was the youngest of seven. She'd been a surprise pregnancy late in her grandparent's middle years. Her next youngest brother was in his late 20's when she was born.

The old couple owned a small ranch where they raised horses and a small herd of sheep. There was a large stable, a barn and half a dozen sheep pens. Their house was at the edge of town and it was amazing. It was large, rambling and airy with half a dozen bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.

Two of her uncles and an aunt lived and worked at the ranch, helping their father run it. They had homes and family in different areas of the spread. The rest of her aunts and uncles moved on to different parts of the country and had families and careers of their own.

Over the years, the four girls spent a lot of time there, hanging out, riding horses, having slumber parties, exploring the surrounding grasslands, and helping Melissa with her chores so they could go to the mall or do whatever they wanted afterwards.

They were a diverse group. Melissa was Hispanic with raven black hair, Nicole was a slim blue-eyed blonde, Anna was tiny Asian and Leticia was tall and black, but their differences only served to unite them because each of them brought a different cultural and personality dynamic to the group.

On one particular weekend, while lounging in the enormous living room in their pajamas after a sleep-over, the four girls decided to go to the movies to see the new Barbie movie. Melissa's grandma happened to overhear them from the kitchen and volunteered to pay for their tickets and snacks if they brought her and her husband along.

When they readily agreed, Grandpa's shoulders sagged and he let out a long suffering sigh.

He was a short white-haired Mexican man, with brown weathered skin, a sweet disposition, kind merry eyes, and a wide smile that made his dark wrinkled cheeks curve upwards to nearly hide his small twinkling eyes. He was stout, square and grizzled, but as active and energetic as a man half his age.

Excited at the prospect, the four girls ran to get dressed since the next showing was scheduled to start within the hour. They had just enough time to get ready, drive to the theater and settle for whatever seats were available.

Melissa's grandma was just as excited as the four girls and somehow finagled her way into Melissa's compact car. There wasn't enough room for all five of them, so one of them was the odd man out.

Nicole was left standing, gazing in consternation at Melissa's chubby white-haired grandma who smiled at her from the passenger seat and pointed at grandpa's rickety old Ford truck where the old man sat waiting patiently behind the wheel with a patient half smile on his wrinkled old face.

Nicole was the group's introvert. She was slim, athletic and very beautiful, but a bad case of acne several years before destroyed her self-confidence. Her peaches and cream complexion eventually recovered and now looked as flawless as a model's, but her insecurities lingered. She still felt like an awkward, zit-faced nerd.

She trotted around to the passenger side, opened the squealing door and sat down gingerly on the hot seat. The truck had a vinyl bench seat that had been patched so many times it was hard to tell its original color.

She clipped the seatbelt but had to stand slightly to pull her dress down as far as it would go so the vinyl seat didn't burn the back of her legs. She wore a lavender drop waist dress that hugged her slim torso and fell loose and airy down to end just above her pink knees. It was sleeveless and had a square neckline, revealing a freckled cleavage and the firm round tops of a set of perky young breasts.

Pushing her large glasses up the bridge of her nose with a long slim finger, she turned to glance shyly at the old man next her and happened to catch him staring at her long shapely legs before he snapped his head forward to stare straight ahead. She saw his brown face flush dark in embarrassment at getting caught peeking and felt her own face flush bright red in mortification.

The old man was stereotypically Mexican. He was short, maybe five foot four, several inches shorter than Nicole, dark-skinned, dark-eyed and as wrinkled as an old dried prune. His short bushy hair was as white as new fallen snow and his gnarled old hands were unnaturally large and looked as hard as iron. He had a large nose that curved down like a bird's beak.

Nicole was as excited as her friends at the prospect of watching the movie, at seeing an empowered Margot Robbie in the lead and Ryan Gosling in all his handsome glory.

Of the four girls, Nicole was the one who was still in her shell. She'd never had a boyfriend though she'd been asked out many times. The few dates she'd been on had turned disastrous so she stayed out of the dating scene. She'd never even kissed a boy and believed she'd probably stay a virgin until the day she died.

They drove after Melissa's little compact car, bouncing and swaying in the old truck as the old man gunned it hard to stay close.

Neither of them said a word.

She didn't know why, but Nicole felt unexpected butterflies in her stomach when she caught the old man stealing glances at her legs. She didn't know what to make of it. She'd never experienced something within her coiling and uncoiling, never felt that shuddery nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach and below every time she caught the old man staring at her legs.

Before long, Melissa's car was completely out of sight, lost in heavy traffic. The old man eased up on the gas and they followed more leisurely.

When they finally got to the theater, Melissa's car was parked near the entrance, but they didn't see the group standing by the ticket booth waiting for them.

Grandpa bought a pair of tickets and wordlessly handed one to Nicole, who accepted it with a murmured thanks. They made a strange contrasting couple, a short white-haired old Hispanic man standing next to a tall, graceful young girl with long straight golden hair. They were a study in contrasts.

That time, she caught the old man looking at her chest and gulped nervously at the sudden and intense feeling of butterflies battering the insides of her tummy. She had no idea what to make of those feelings. It also seemed that the more time they were together, the more blatant and daring the old man became. His dark brown eyes were very intense.

He led her to the concession counter where he ordered outrageously priced popcorn, candy and soft drinks with thick paper straws and then they made their way to the main theater where Barbie was playing in IMAX.

They found their group sitting dead center with not an empty seat in sight. Nicole saw her three friends and Melissa's grandma sitting together, gossiping, laughing and generally having a good time. Shy and unwilling to create a scene, Nicole decided not to interrupt them and followed grandpa to their assigned seats with a resigned sigh.

The two seats the old man was able to get were in the nosebleeds against the back wall, to the far right of the theater, next two a pair of 20-something men holding hands and whispering in each other's ears.

The old man stood in front of the second seat from the end and watched as Nicole took the seat against the wall. Lit stairs to their right led down to the ground floor. Directly in front of them was the waist level wall bordering the dark tunnel which made a left turn and lead to the main entrance where the trash cans were inset against the wall.

Nicole felt a strange thrill go down her spine at the knowledge that she was trapped against the wall. She wished she was sitting next to her three friends, and yet at the same time felt a strange sort of expectation as the old man's dark gleaming eyes followed her every move when she crossed in front of him and eased gracefully into her seat.

She felt anxious, tense, excited and scared all at the same time. A roiling boil of emotions stirred within that she didn't quite understand.

She had no idea why she was so nervous since the old man made no move to touch her or been inappropriate in any way other than stealing brief glimpses at her legs and chest.

She eventually settled down and was totally focused on the movie, enjoying it immensely, when she felt the old man's large warm callused hand on her bare leg. She tried to flinch away, but the hand stayed. She shoved it off, but he aggressively returned it.

She turned to look at him. Their eyes met. In the faint light coming from the flashing screen, his deeply wrinkled and weathered face looked as ancient as a mummy's. His dark eyes gleamed with an expression she'd never seen on his face before, though she'd known him for many years.

She felt the thick horny calluses on his palm scrape against the soft skin of her leg and sucked in a deep breath when his hand slid up her thigh.

Nicole didn't know whether to scream or get up and run away. She let out her held breath in a long quivering sigh. The butterflies hammering in her tummy felt more like a flock of crazy seagulls.

She looked around the old man to see if the gay couple sitting next to them would be any help but they were too absorbed with the movie and with each other to notice anything happening to her.

She looked down the theater where her friends were sitting and opened her mouth to call out. The old man's gnarled hand suddenly tightened on her thigh and she looked up into his dark hooded eyes.

Their normal mild kindness was gone. Now, they gleamed with an intensity, strength and passion she'd never seen before. He shook his head slowly, meaningfully... NO.

That was it, he didn't say a word and he didn't take his hand off her body, he just shook his head. His thick brows were knotted, wrinkling his forehead with waves of dark brown skin.

Nicole gripped the arm rests and made to stand, but the old man snapped his hand from her leg, gripped her shoulder and pressed her down firmly and inexorably into her seat.

She looked around in panic once again, but help wasn't coming, at least not unless she made a huge commotion or ran out of the theater screaming or did something else drastic to the extreme.

Drawing in another deep quivering breath, she settled back into her chair and the old man's hand was once again on her slim shapely thigh.

Nicole felt her nipples contract and pucker as the old man's callused hand gently caressed her flesh.

Again, she tried to push his hand off her leg, but he was relentless and immensely strong. He was old but he wasn't weak and decrepit. He easily brushed her hands away.

His fingers tightened once again on her thigh and she almost giggled at the sudden tickling sensation.

Then she gasped and felt her nipples harden involuntarily as his thick blunt fingers loosened their hold and gently caressed her skin, slowly sliding up her thigh under her dress and then back down to her knee.

Her body was tense but a thrill of electricity shivered through her nipples, down to her tummy and then lower, deep down in her very core. The feel of the old man's hand on her was inexplicably exciting even though it was all wrong. He was old. He shouldn't have his hands on her. If any of her friends or her friend's grandma caught them, he'd be in big trouble and she'd never live down the shame.

The thought of getting caught sent a shiver down her spine and made her nipples itch and ache, begging to be touched.

She closed her eyes and squirmed in her seat. The thick hard calluses on the old man's hands sent pleasurable ripples of sensation careening up her thigh, adding to the electric thrill descending from her nipples.

She braced her hands on the armrests and tried to edge away from the old man's confusingly pleasurable touch, but his hands continued... squeezing, caressing, teasing her leg's sweat-damp skin.

She heard the old man shift in his seat and lean towards her, then she felt warm gentle fingertips turn her chin towards him.

She was completely unprepared for what came next.

She felt his lips on hers. They were surprisingly soft and tasted like buttered popcorn with a hint of Dr. Pepper. They were gentle and insistent. The fingers on her chin kept her face turned towards his then spread and tangled in her hair behind her neck and drew her face relentlessly towards his.

Had she known what he would do, she would've expected a completely different experience... bad breath, hard thin lips, harsh ragged breathing, but it was the complete opposite. His lips were soft and yielding, his breath was hot and damp and his breathing was fast but deep. It was incredibly intimate and sensual, not at all what she would've expected.

She moaned with unexpected pleasure when his thumb traced the outline of her ear and couldn't help but open her mouth a little when she felt his warm wet tongue prod gently at her lips.

The experience intensified when his tongue slipped wetly into her mouth to teasingly touch the tip of hers. It was warm, wet and its hot touch made the little hairs rise on the backs of her arms and along her spine. She felt her nipples harden even more, if that was possible, and the electric thrill flowing from them to her core intensified.

She was completely unaware of parting her legs when the old man's hand slid up her inner thigh to brush against the crotch of her damp cotton panties.

Nicole opened her eyes and saw the old man's face hooded in shadow, occasionally lit by the dull flashing light coming from the theater screen. The wrinkles on his face were deep grooves carved into his sun-browned skin. His dark eyes were bright and the look in them sent another pulse through her electrified nipples.

A thrill of dread at the humiliation she'd suffer if they were caught went through her made her close her eyes again, but the threat of being caught only added spice to the intensity of the moment. She didn't want it to happen, but the threat of it was heart-poundingly exciting.

At his gentle prodding, Nicole tentatively touched her tongue to his and moaned again when his thumb gently stroked her earlobe. Spikes of desire and an aching unexplainable need shot through her, making her squirm in her seat again. She gasped, opened her mouth wider and kissed him back with an untutored, unbridled passion.

She didn't know how it happened, but when consciousness returned, she found her pale slender arms were wrapped tightly around the old man's withered neck drawing him tight against her.

She had no idea kissing would be so intensely intimate. She could smell his manly deodorant, a musky pleasant male scent that somehow reminded her of apples, and a faint hint of horse manure. The warmth of his body against hers and his hard callused hands on her body made her squirm with pleasure against him, even though her mind screamed at her to run. It just felt so good.

While they kissed, she faintly felt his hand slide down her neck, to the bare skin of her shoulder and then down to gently fondle her firm left breast, squeezing her electrified nipple between fore and middle fingers.

She opened her eyes and looked down at his withered old hands intimately touching her slender young body. The sight was incredibly hot. It shouldn't be happening and yet it was. How could a man 50 or 60 years older than her make her feel so very, very good? Wonderful to the point that she clutched him to her, kissed him just as passionately as he kissed her and felt nothing but absolute pleasure at his touch.

Her mind was a clouded tumult of conflicting emotions and urges.

She noticed the two gay men sitting next to them were watching them intently, their attention shifting equally from the movie then to them.

Knowing she was being watched added yet another layer of spice to the surreal experience.

Biting her plump lower lip, she shifted her attention back to the old man fondling her, groaning at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, his hand gently caressing her breast, his fingers squeezing and pulling on her nipple and his other hand pressing against the hot steamy juncture between her legs.

The sensations piled and melded together, making her quiver, squirm and moan into the old man's panting mouth, driving her to latch onto his tongue and suck it into her mouth... imagining it was something else, though she didn't know what that something was. Her body instinctively knew what it wanted.

She took one of her arms from around his neck and lowered her hand to his lap, glancing once again at the two men sitting next to them who were now watching them intently, the movie completely forgotten.

Nicole released his tongue and whimpered into the old man's mouth when her fingers brushed the enormous bulge tenting his pants. Her heart hammered in her chest and her slender form shook in the old man's arms in terror and excitement.

Her slim hand gripped the bulge hesitantly. His *thing* was as hard as a steel rod with yet the slightest bit of give.

The old man crushed her against him and kissed her open panting mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside and groaning with want and need.

One of his hands mauled her breast while the other somehow made its way past the wet cotton barrier of her panties and found her swollen clitoris.

Nicole broke their kiss, threw back her head and arched her back at the intense pleasure that shot from her clit to her nipples to the back of her neck to the tips of her ears in thrilling lightning bolts of sensation.

Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly at the two men who watched them with shining envious eyes. Her wet mouth opened in a wide O of pleasure and she somehow managed to choke back a squeal as bolts of pleasure coursed from her loins to her toes, making them curl upwards, and to the nipple the old man squeezed between his fingertips and then on to her lips, which he reclaimed in an intimate soul-shattering kiss.

An orgasm of titanic proportions, her first ever, coursed through her young body, making her quiver and shake, gasp and groan at a pleasure so great, so all-consuming, so monumental that her mind went blank and her fingers convulsed, clutching the old man's member through his pants in a powerful grip, pumping him instinctively.

She shook and quivered in the old man's arms, her legs spread wide, giving him better access to her sex, and his other hand which somehow managed to get under her shirt and bra, squeezed her plump young breasts and tweaked her hard little nipples between thumb and forefinger switching from one firm round boob to the other.

She moaned, whined and grunted in the throes of her orgasm. She didn't feel his fingers dip briefly inside her only to stop at the thin yielding membrane blocking his way, her unbroken hymen.

Her hips churned against his hand while the arm wrapped around his withered neck pulled his wrinkled old face hard against hers. She kissed him with a desperate elemental passion while her other hand gripped and pumped his manhood, uncaring that the two men next to them avidly watched their every move.

The darkness around them cloaked their heaving bodies but the bright movie still managed to reveal brief glimpses of bare skin and heaving sweating forms while Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling's booming voices washed over them like soothing water.

While Nicole gasped, trying to catch her breath in the afterglow of her orgasm, the old man broke their kiss, pushed her hand away from his erection, unzipped his pants and drew out his long thick member.