Horrible Film, Yummy Fantasy

I had a "date" with an old flame of mine from high school yesterday. He and I have been pretty close friends for many years and my family has become very close with his. His wife is an absolute darling, so we all like to hang out from time to time. This weekend she had to take their kids out of town to visit family due to an illness, so hubby and I made plans to take him out to a movie in order to keep him from feeling lonely. Of course, last minute hubby had a work thing that he couldn't get out of, so it ended up being just the two of us at the movies.

We ordered a large popcorn with butter and decided to share as we watched the flick. (I am not even going to admit to which movie we watched, simply because it was horrible and I would deny going.) The theater was relatively empty at the time we chose, so we were able to get a great seat without dealing with loud/talking people. During the previews, I realized that we had reached into the popcorn at the same time several times and our fingers had brushed against one another. It wasn't anything intentional, just coincidence... or so I thought. About half way through the movie, I found he was reaching into the bucket the same time I did and was touching the back of my hand with each pass. By this time our fingers were pretty buttery, so his warm fingers seemed to slide right over mine. I began reaching in more often and taking my time removing the kernels and felt his fingers threading mine until we were eventually holding hands in the bucket. That is when I looked up and saw him watching me in the dark, a funny smile on his face. It was about that time that I came to my senses and pulled my hand out and threw a few kernels his way. We both laughed and turned our attention back to the flick.... although my mind was in full blown fantasy land by then.

I just couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I had let him continue?? I pictured his hands roaming down my arm, streaming hot butter all over my skin. I imagined his lips crushing over my own in a passionate and forbidden kiss. I could almost feel his hand running up my thigh and diving under my skirt, finding the thin fabric of my thong and moving it aside. Although his warm fingers would have been lubed up sufficiently with the greasy butter, he would have found me hot and dripping as he swiftly slid them inside. I would have spread my legs further apart as he slid quickly in and out of me, all the while his thumb brushing against my throbbing clit with each move. I can imagine the climax that would have come out of me in the dark of the theater, not caring about the other movie patrons who would have been engrossed with the moving screen before us. And once I had been sated, I would have needed to taste him.... so I would have unzipped his pants quickly and pulled out his massive hard on. Quickly I would have flicked my tongue over the tip, tasting his juices before sliding him deep into my mouth. His head would have fallen back with a grown, as I pumped him in and out of my mouth while cupping his heavy balls with my hand. It wouldn't have taken long before I was sucking him dry, relishing his salty sweetness on my tongue...

But of course, that isn't what happened. We left the theater, talking and laughing about how horrible the movie was. In the car we talked about our families and how much our spouses would have enjoyed the movie (or not). I am certain this was one of those crossroads that could have taken our relationship in a new direction, but unfortunately I love my hubby and I really care about his wife, so that was not a road I was willing to explore... at least not yet. BUT, he sure did give me something to think (fantasize) about during a horrible movie!!

The Voyeur in Me...

Have you ever spent any time people watching? Not necessarily anything inappropriate or anything, just watching them move from here to there and the expressions they carry with each thought. You can tell a lot by the expression in a persons eyes.... you know when they're worried, happy, sad, experiencing pain... or even pleasure.

One day, after a long string of errands and appointments, I found myself running into a small grocery store in the city. I was completely exhausted from my long day, and was trying to find a quick dinner item before darting home for the night. It was nearly dusk as I left the store with my few meal fixings and headed into the shaded parking lot towards my car.

As I made my way towards the car, I spotted another car at the far end in a particularly dark section of the lot. I noticed someone was moving around inside the dark colored mid sized car, but I really didn't spend too much time pondering his activities. As I stepped even closer, however, a sudden movement in the car made my head snap up to attention. I saw a foot (definitely bare and most certainly male) pressed against the passenger side window. I gasped in surprise. Definitely NOT what I had expected to see in the middle of a parking lot. As I came even closer, I saw what was unmistakably a man sitting stretched out in the front seat of the vehicle with his head leaning against the drivers side door and foot against the passenger window. With each step taking me closer to my own car, as well as his, it became obvious that he was not alone. A head of curly dark hair was rhythmically rising and falling up from behind the passenger door... this man was most definitely getting a blow job right in public view!

I gasped aloud as I realized what I was seeing. I knew I should look away, but I just couldn't. I was completely enthralled with the scene before me. I continued to watch the mans face as the dark head continued to bob up and down above his crotch. A funny smile played upon his lips and his eyes were closed in bliss. I felt my heart thud wildly beneath my breast and I could feel that all too familiar longing fire up between my legs. After what seemed to be several minutes, I realized I had stopped moving towards my car and was just standing in the middle of the lot gawking. I looked around me quickly, trying to remember where my car actually was... as soon as I spotted it in front of me, I took the last few steps, unlocked the doors, threw my bag on the seat, and quickly climbed inside. I sat there, clutching the steering wheel for several moments before casually looking back up to catch another sneak peek at the two occupied lovers. As soon as I lifted my eyes, my gaze locked with that of the man in the car. My heart nearly stopped.

At first I looked away, feeling the warmth rise to my face.... but I couldn't help but look back. He was still staring at me, holding my gaze, a wicked smile forming on his lips. He moved his hand over the head that continued to rise and fall above him. He twisted his fingers into the brown curls and appeared to push the head down harder and faster than before, all the while never removing his eyes from mine. I felt my breathing increase and felt that all too familiar moisture causing my cotton panties to cling to my now steaming pussy. I pulled my legs up, placing my feet on the seat to where he would see my knees above the steering wheel. I slid my skirt all the way up over my knees and pushed my panties aside from my now moist slit. My hands moved quickly to my expanding pool of moisture, scooping up my hot juices and covering my clit. Locking my eyes with his, I began rubbing my clit, matching the rhythm of the dancing curls. His smile widened, his eyes burned with lust... he knew exactly what I was doing, I knew exactly what he was doing, and we were both completely lost in our own driving need. I rubbed faster, allowing my other hand to reach beneath my shirt and bra and tug at my rock hard nipples. Faster and faster I ravaged my screaming clit, faster and faster the head moved, and all the while our eyes remained locked in this lustful dance.

I licked my lips, feeling that all too familiar tension building in my groin... the head was bobbing up and down at a rapid rate now. (God I hope that woman doesn't get whiplash!) The man's face was no longer blissful, but instead one of anguish and torment. His eyes seared into me. I could see him scanning the bulge under my shirt and watching how my knees swayed lightly as I rubbed at my hungry clit. Finally I felt my body erupt below my fingers, sending an electric charge all throughout my body. I closed my eyes and threw my head back momentarily as the passion rocked me, but looked back just in time to see the man's head thrown back against the window, matching my expression of bliss....and the bobbing head finally began to slow.

I watched his face look down at the girl at his crotch with a satisfied smile and I imagined his hot juices running down her chin, the taste of him still on her tongue. I removed my hands from my clit and, as his eyes met mine in one final acknowledgment, I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them long and hard. I relished the sweet taste of my juices between my warm fingers. He smiled wider at me, nodding his head in approval. I don't think he told his female companion about the extra member in their love session, because as soon as she sat up in the car, he turned his face from mine. Feeling extremely elated and ever so naughty, I started my car and headed for home...ever so blissful and extremely satisfied to have a little voyeur inside.