Saturday Afternoon Matinee
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.