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!!