Watching Old Romantic Movies can be Inspiring not all the action is on the big screen
The queue of people outside the Orpheum was already quite long, even though it was over half an hour before the doors were due to open. This was the second week of their Humphrey Bogart film festival, where each Tuesday night a different film would be shown in the lovely art deco cinema. Somehow, we had not heard about it until after the first film last week, "Casablanca", but tonight's film "Key Largo" would still be good. We joined the end of the line and waited. After a few minutes, the doors open, and as the crowd presses forward, a rather flustered man stands at the door and waves his arms, trying to get the attention of the waiting throng.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please", he calls out. "There is a slight problem with tonight's scheduled screening."
A chorus of groans and catcalls rings out. "Unfortunately, the film for tonight, Key Largo has not arrived."
The groans grow louder.
"However, for those of you that wish to see it again, we will be screening the film from last week again - Casablanca. We will have Key Largo on next week, and the schedule will now run one week behind".
I could not believe our luck. We were both disappointed to have missed last week's screening, and now somebody else's misfortune was going to make our night.
"Babe, we will get to see it after all" you say, and hug me.
However, not too many of the crowd were pleased with the news, and many are walking away, clearly not at all pleased with the course of events.
After a few minutes we are at the box office purchasing our tickets. We climb the stairs to the lobby where the management has provided complimentary glasses of wine for those that remain. We drink the wine, and walk around, looking at the paintings on the walls. Someone is playing the piano in the back of the lobby; appropriately, "As Time Goes By". After ten minutes, the doors to the main cinema open; we finish our wine and head towards the stairs.
"Would you like some popcorn, or a drink?" I asked.
"Oh, those ice creams with chocolate on them look nice", you say.
"Okay. Two choc-tops, please" I ask the girl behind the counter.
Ice creams in hand, we go up the steps to the main cinema. There were not that many others in the cinema; only twenty or thirty at the most who had remained to watch the movie.
"Maybe we can get one of the double seats in the back row." I say.
"Oh, that would be nice" you reply, "we can cuddle without the arm between us."
As we had hoped, the whole back half of the cinema was unoccupied, and we got a double "lover's seat" in the centre of the back row, and settled down with our ice creams.
Before long, the lights dim, and from the centre of the stage the Wurlitzer organ rises and the organist start to play music to set the mood for the evening. The whole setting is lovely; the old art deco interior, with the marble statues along the walls, rich velvet curtains, fancy lights; and of course, the organ. I put an arm around your shoulders, and hold you close to me.
"What does this remind you of?" you ask me, as you take a bite of ice cream, and then run your tongue around your lips, leaving a thick trail of melted cream.
"You are wicked tonight," I laugh, and kiss you.
As we kiss, I taste the cold, creamy taste on your lips, and your tongue pushes the last bit of ice cream into my mouth.
"Though if that is what I am thinking of, it normally isn't that cold."
We both giggle like kids at the thought.
The organist finishes his playing, and the audience applauds loudly as the organ descends through the stage. The lights dim right down, the curtains slowly open, and the opening scene fades in. Our ice creams finished, we sit with my arm around you shoulders, and we hold hands, close together in the darkness.
Holding your hand, my fingers start to rub your hand and fingers, and I start to trace out little circles on your palm. You smile, and whisper in my ear "I love you Honey".
We kiss again in the darkness, and watch as the plot unfolds; Rick (Humphrey), the corrupt but likeable Captain Renault, the evil Major Strasser, the ill-fated Ugarte (Peter Lorre), the night life at Rick's Cafe. Sitting with you, feeling you cuddling close to me, watching the film - I am completely in love with you. Another kiss, this time, longer, our lips part as we kiss, and our tongues touch.
"Ohhh," you sigh, "you are so lovely to kiss."
The film continues - and we see in flashback, Rick and Ilsa in Paris, in the last few hours before the Germans arrive.
"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time" Ilsa says.
As they kiss, so do we. The scene changes to the station, at night, with Rick waiting hopelessly for Ilsa to arrive so they can escape together. As he boards the train without her, a tear runs down your cheek. I gently kiss it, and say "I love you honey, I will never leave you."
We kiss more, in between watching the film develop, hugging. I can feel your body pressing against me, our lips moist and warm, our tongues touching.
"We are so lucky that we are together," you say.
We sit together, my arm around you, holding you close to me. I can feel you heart beating loudly, and I reach up and stroke you cheek. "I love you," I whisper in your ear.
I start to gently rub your upper arm and shoulder, raising my arm slightly about your shoulders. You slide down a little lower, and snuggle closer to me, and squeeze my other hand. I let my hand move down from your shoulder, and my fingers skim lightly across your breast. You shiver as I feel your skin through you shirt. You sigh softly, and move to let my hand cover your whole breast. My hand now cups your breast completely, gently caressing you, and I can feel you nipple harden and grow under my touch. You start to gently rub you hand on my thigh, feeling my leg through my jeans.
I gently rub my hand across your breast, my fingers feeling the shape of it and the texture of your shirt and your body underneath it. I love the thought of you being braless, with just the thin fabric of your shirt between my hand any your breast. I move my hand slightly, and my fingers run over the valley between your breasts.
You turn turn your face to me and sigh, "Ohhh, that feels so lovely."
"You have such beautiful breasts, honey," I reply, " I love touching and feeling them."
I undo the top button of your shirt, and my hand slides inside, my fingers against your warm flesh. I search out your nipple and gentle roll my fingers over it - feeling how hard and erect it has become. You start to lean back in the seat, and you part your legs slightly. I reach across with my other hand, and softly let my fingers trace over the top of your legs, around the top of your groin. You let out a soft whimper, and open your legs a little more.
I now start to stroke between your legs, brushing my fingers lightly across you pussy, feeling the warmth through your skirt and panties. You move you hand to my groin, and start to feel my growing erection. I hear you sighing and moaning softly now as I press my fingers against your clit, and you whisper into my ear, "Oh Babe, you are getting me so hot." I slide your skirt up, and you raise your butt off the seat, and I pull your skirt right up from underneath you. "I don't want any tell tale damp patches on it", you giggle in my ear. You start to unbutton my fly, and slide you hand inside my jeans.
I rub your pussy through your panties, sliding a finger up and down, pressing against your pussy, and I can feel the wetness start to seep through the thin material. While I cannot make out your face in the darkness, I am sure you are starting to become flushed, and I hear your breathing quicken. I slip my hand inside your knickers, and my fingers touch your warm, wet pussy, sliding a finger between the lips. At the same time, you have undone my belt, and have my jeans open, you hands inside stroking my cock. My finger slides slowly up and down the length of your pussy, spreading your lips apart as my finger slips along the warm, wet flesh. I now start to rub you harder, and you spread you legs wider. Your clit has become swollen, and my fingers, wet with your juices, rub around it and slide up and down the full length of your pussy, rubbing and stroking. You place your fingers with mine, on your pussy, and get some of the warm juices on you fingers, and then rub them over the head of my cock. I moan with pleasure at the wonderful sensations you are causing.
Your legs are now wide open - just as well it is dark, and there is no one sitting near us - and I slide a finger inside you. Your cunt is so hot and wet - I take my finger out, and place it in my mouth, sucking and tasting your juices. "Mmmmm, I love how you taste, Honey" I say to you. You are now rubbing my cock up and down, and I moan softly as you move your hand, squeezing and rubbing the head with each stroke. I slide a finger back inside you, moving it in and out, and gently squeezing your breasts. You breathing gets faster, and you are making whimpering noises as my finger slides in and out of your wet, hot cunt. You face is pressed against my neck, and I hear you saying "Oh, Will, yes, yes". With a moan, you reach orgasm, and I feel your muscles clenching around my finger.
"Will, I want you so much", you say in my ear. I slide your knickers off, and push my jeans and undies down slightly. Straddling my cock, and facing the screen, you slide down, and my prick enters your hot, wet cunt. I gasp with pleasure as I feel the heat and tightness grip me. We sit there for a minute, giggling about what we are doing - sitting in the back row of a cinema - actually fucking. We feel so wicked - the excitement and risk of what we are doing turning us on even more.
"Oh, honey, I love being inside you", I whisper in your ear. "You are so hot, so wet. You have such a beautiful cunt - we fit perfectly together."
You start to slide up and down, your cunt sliding over my prick, moving slowly up and down the full length of my prick. Your hand is between your legs, holding my prick, guiding it as you raise your body so just the tip of the head is at the entrance to your cunt. Slowly, you slide down again, and the warm wetness again envelopes my cock, and I feel your fingers slide over the shaft as you body moves down, until I am completely inside you, the full length of my cock buried in your cunt. You start to rise again, and I shiver as your cunt rubs against the full length of my cock as you pull your body off mine, again, so just the tip of the head is inside you. "I love you inside me," you say.
The film is getting close to the end, with the final scene at the airport just starting. "We don't have much time left" I say. You start to ride me faster, you hand between you legs making sure my prick does not come out as you rise up. I thrust my hips up in time as you move down, feeling you open up inside as I slide deep inside you. My hands are inside your shirt, squeezing your breasts as you ride me, faster and faster. Our bodies slap against each other furiously, making squelching noises as your wet cunt slides up and down my prick. You start to moan softly, your breath quickening as your orgasm approaches. On the screen, Rick shoots Major Strasser, and you jerk in reaction to the shot.
My cock is throbbing, pulsing inside you, and with a groan, you start to come. "Ohhhhhhh, yes" you moan, and I feel your cunt muscles grasp my cock hard, squeezing with each spasm of your orgasm. One more thrust, and my own orgasm starts, and I hold you tight against me as my cock spurts in your cunt - our two juices mixing inside you.
"Oh Honey, that was wonderful - so wild" I say, still gasping for breath.
Exhausted, we hold each other, and look at the screen - the final scene is winding to a close, as Rick and Captain Renault walk off into the mist. "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship", says Rick. We laugh at the timing and - for us - the double meaning of those lines. We suddenly realize the film is almost over, and as the final credits roll, you stand up, and quickly rearrange you skirt and shirt. I do up my fly, and tuck my shirt in. Just in time, as the lights start to come on. We both look at bit disheveled, but by staying at the back, behind everyone else, no one may notice.
"Ohh, it's starting to run down my legs," you say.
I just smile, and say, "Here's looking at you, kid."
"Same time next week?" you ask.