The Movie Date
You run your hand up my leg, along the silky dark stockings that I put on just to see what your reaction would be. We were going to a movie, and I had put on a dark skirt that came to just above my knees, and a purple silk blouse. It was a casual outfit, but something slightly above the usual leggings and knit top that you were used to seeing me in. The lights had dimmed and we lost ourselves in the storyline of the movie, not speaking, but enjoying each other's company nonetheless. Sometimes you don't have to talk to communicate, after all.
We held hands, just enjoying the escape of the dark theatre. About halfway through the movie, however, you lost interest in the actors, and you started wondering what I was wearing underneath my outer layers. I felt your hand move to my knee, and I let it remain there, curious to see if you were going to do anything else. Just as I thought that was it, your hand slowly caressed the inside of my knee, inching higher. You pushed the skirt up just a bit, and rested your hand on my inner thigh now, almost absently rubbing the softness there. I glanced over at you and you looked at me and smiled. A somewhat wolfish grin, I thought, but I couldn't see if the naughty gleam was in your eye. I smirked to myself, and wondered what your reaction would be if you stroked a bit higher.
You eventually did, but it felt like it took you forever to move your hand any further. You lightly pinched my thigh as you felt the band from my stockings, and the garter that was attached to it. I smirked again, glad that I had worn the real stockings, rather than pantyhose.
I shifted in my seat, slightly parting my legs so you could feel the heat emanating from that spot within me that was now dripping. I wanted to see how far you would go, and now it was almost like I was daring you to rub me higher. You snapped the garter against my skin, and then looked into my face as I smiled at you. We sat there, staring at each other in the near darkness, and then you very deliberately crept your fingers the final few inches to the juncture of my thighs.
We both gasped as you touched my heat... me from the electric shock of your touch, and you at the realization that I had not worn any panties. My eyes flickered shut and I swallowed hard as your fingers spread my lips wider and were fully engulfed by my wetness. You licked your lips, (a dry throat, perhaps?) ahemmed a couple of times, and found my clit, already engorged. As you lightly took it between your thumb and forefinger and started stroking it, you watched as my hips moved back and forth, trying to maximize the sensations.
We were both grateful that the theater was half empty and no one was really seated near us, as you could smell the aroma of my arousal waft up from under my skirt. I wriggled around and around, half- disbelieving that this was happening, and half excited beyond belief.
My breathing quickened, and you could hear very small moans coming out of my mouth. You knew what an effort it was for me to be quiet...after all, there was more than one occasion that I had to close the windows in the bedroom in a vain effort to keep my neighbors from hearing my cries of ecstasy.
My moans grew slightly louder and my movements more agitated, and you knew that I was about to climax. You leaned closer to me, and just as I peaked, you kissed me long and deep, swallowing my cries of passion. Our tongues duelled and you just flicked back and forth over my nub, extending the orgasm for at least a full minute.
Finally, my hips stopped moving, and you withdrew your fingers from between my legs. I whispered a thank you into your mouth as the unending kiss finally ended. Then, as I laid my head on your shoulder, I whispered into your ear that as soon as we got home, you were going to pay for making me lose control like that in a public place. I punctuated my statement with a lick on your neck and a firm squeeze on your hardness.
You just smiled at the screen in general, and wondered what I had in mind.