For Thanksgiving break I flew back to Chicago to see my family…and some old friends.
That Thursday night I went out to a movie with Will, a guy I used to fool around with in high school. The movie time we wanted to see was sold out, so we went to a bar next door while we waited. I’ll admit, between wine with dinner earlier and mixed drinks one after another at the bar, I quickly had a nice buzz by the time the movie started.
As we watched the opening credits, I knew that after the movie we would go back to his apartment. He was good in bed back when we used to fuck, I wondered what he would be like now. Plus, he looked even hotter now.
Twenty minutes into the movie, neither of us were paying attention to the screen. We started making out instead. His lips cemented the fact that I was going home with him.
His fingers drifted up and down my legs, sliding not so innocently between my legs at time. The movie theater wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. His touch made me want to do naughty things.
I put my hand between is legs and felt the unmistakable outline of his erection in his pants. This felt so familiar, yet was a rush at the same time. We were near the back of the theater, but there was another couple just ten feet away in the row in front of us.
He undid the button of my jeans and slid his hand into my lace thong. I didn’t stop him. I hadn’t wanted to be fingered this much since high school. He slid his finger tips between my legs and found my wetness. He fingered me as we pretended to watch the movie. He stopped only when I pulled his hand out at the sight of some movement out of the corner of my eye.
It turned out to be nothing other than someone getting comfortable in their chair, but it made me nervous. Well at least until I couldn’t control myself any longer. I looked around and knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself from leaning over and doing something I hadn’t done in a movie theater in a long time. I pulled down the zipper of his pants and pulled his very hard cock out. I stroked him while he fondled me through my sweater.
I took him in my mouth with as a little movement as possible. I wrapped my lips around his hardness and slid them up and down on his shaft. I wondered if this was my first time giving him a blowjob in a theater. I remembered his bedroom, my bedroom and his car, but never anywhere else.
I slid my lips up and down until he filled my mouth with cum. Then I swallowed his load and sat up like nothing had happened.
“I see you haven’t changed much since the last time I saw you.” He whispered after fixing his pants.
“You’re not complaining are you?”
“Not at all.”
“However there are few things I wanted to show you when we get back to your place.”
We left not long after that. The movie may have been good, but neither of us wanted to wait any longer. We fucked twice that night.