It was a Friday night, and I drove to Annabelle's in Winston-Salem. I got there around 8:00, paid my cover fee, and stepped through the door leading to the theaters. I checked out what was playing on all of the screens, casting an eye over the other patrons, as well. Nobody really stood out to me, so I headed to the back hall, where the individual booths are.
A couple of hours later, I was making another circuit of the place when someone caught my eye. Shorter than me, about 10 years older, with a bit of a paunch. His remaining gray hair circled his head, matched by a full mustache, and his sharp blue eyes were bracketed by deep wrinkles. I'd evidently caught his eye, too, because when I headed back to the booths, he followed.
I found two empty booths side by side and grabbed one. I pulled off my shirt and pushed down my jeans, revealing my lingerie. A blue eye appeared in the hole in the wall, widening when he saw my outfit. The eye disappeared, replaced by a stiffening cock.
I got on my knees and started going down on him, licking and sucking and stroking him with my mouth, enjoying the sounds he was making on the other side of the wall.
Suddenly, my mouth was empty, and I heard the lock rattle on his door. I shrugged. Oh well. Sometimes people rabbit. I was about to stand up when there was a knock on my door. I reached up and unlocked it, and he came in. He removed his hand from his belt and his pants slid down. His cock sprang up at me, so I picked up where I'd left off.
He put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my mouth, sliding in and out with increasing urgency.
"God, you're such a good cocksucking slut," he growled. "I want to come on your face." I pulled back, and he put one hand behind my head, pumping his cock with the other. A warm, sticky rain splashed over me. He took a moment to ride it out, then patted my head.
"Good girl."
He got dressed and left the booth. Surprisingly, he was still there when I exited.
"My wife Anne would love you," he said. "We're staying at the motel next door. Interested?"
I looked at my watch. "Wish I could, but I have to head home. Rain check?"
He nodded. "We come through here a lot on our way to visit family. We'll be back in a week. I'm David, by the way."
We shook hands. "Justin. If I came back next Friday around 8, would that work?"
"Absolutely. I look forward to it."
I did meet David and Anne the next weekend, and many times after that. Sometimes Anne brought a friend, or David had his golf buddies along. I even took a friend once or twice.
But those are stories for another time.
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2:49 pm Wednesday, 14th December, 2022
Sounds like a lot of fun. You arewere a lucky gurl |
