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A Sexy Day in Suburbia | Matuga | 43

 

"I've never met anyone like you before..."

His voice comes in a whisper, and you smile.

"There's nobody like me." You stand up again, daring anyone in the theatre to look back and see you in just a thong, lap dancing your date, and you turn and lie down on him, level with his head as you start masturbating on him, one hand on your tit, and the other on your pussy, and you start gasping as you slide your hand under the material of your thong, your voice punctuated by gasps.

"This is so much fun. Gerald..." you gasp as you feel your pleasure rising again, and you grab and squeeze your breast in lust, your hands wantonly moving up and down your body as Gerald stays frozen in his seat, terrified to say or do anything. "Don't you wish you were me? Free to do whatever you wanted?"

Gerald can't respond, his eyes are riveted on what your hands are still doing in front of him, and eventually, your right hand stop mauling your tits when you're close, moving to his pants to rub his cock, and he gasps. "W-w-what-"

"You might not be free, Gerald. But I am." You turn to him, kissing him on the cheek, and grabbing his hand with your left hand, moving it over your body. "You can have whatever you want. My tits," and you squeeze your hands over his on each of them, "my body," and you move it up and down your stomach, "my ass", and you lean up as you use his hand to squeeze your ass cheeks. "...or my pussy." And you slide his hand under your thong, placing two of his fingers inside of you and holding them there, starting to move them in and out. "..whatever you want."

"...anything?" You can feel his other arm start moving, and you smile, throwing up your arms in surrender as he's finally found his nerve.

"Yes. I'm yours, Gerald. Do whatever you want to do to me." You fold your arms behind you, and while he has to move his head in order to be able to move freely, you decide you won't interfere from here on in. You turn to him to see if he understands the gift he's getting, and he finally seems to be getting it as he starts to pinch and pull your clit, and you bite your lip, continuing to talk as he starts to rub you.

"I'm so naughty, Gerald. I don't even know you, and here I am letting you strip and have me in a public theater, where we could get caught. I deserve to be punished." You're losing yourself in the moment, and he starts pulling your thong down your legs, and you let the thong fall to the dirty theater floor.

"Get up, and turn around." You can see hesitation in his voice, but you comply with his orders, and he unzips his pants, and his cock springs out, and you smile at him going commando. "Now ride me."

The theatre seats make it difficult, but you manage to move the armests up and out of the way, and use the seats beside you as leverage as you move yourself down on him. He grabs your tits as you do so, and starts to gently molest them, feeling a girl's chest for the first time, and he starts to push in and out of you as best he can while sitting down, and you start to gyrate on him again, feeling him inside of you.

You start to moan at the blatant exhibition of it all, and his right hand moves to behind your head, grabbing your hair and pulling you into him for a hard kiss. "No more noise from you." He's starting to get into it now, and you feel him hardening inside of you, and he twists your breast, and you barely manage to stifle a gap at his sudden aggression. "You tease."

"Yes..." He lifts you up now, no longer content with you setting the pace. You try to avoid stumbling, or to push him down, but he grabs your mouth, pushing you against the seat in front of you as he fucks you. You can't look left or right with his grip, but he mercifully finishes quickly, an explosion from the movie rocketing your orgasm as you gasp out.

Gerald casually gets back into his seat, now back into his more shy, reserved self. For your part, you quickly take your seat, slipping on your thong as you do so and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Not all girls are bad, Gerald." Your part done, you take the dress out of your purse, and slip it on, Gerald watching you the whole time,. You grab your jacket, your job finished, and give him an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder as you slip out, the movie not done, but your intention in here done.

 

Where do next? Is the theater done with you?


          Theater is, mother nature isn't

 
 
 

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