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Cinema


It had been her idea.

Seeing a movie. They had not done that for quite a while. She liked movies. She liked to go somewhere. Somewhere with the two of them, as it had been at the beginning.

He did not surprise her by selecting an extremely boring documentary about agriculture. It's not like she could get him to go see anything FUN.

But it was a movie, and she was happy.

He had put a blanket in the car, and he brought it with him to the theater. “It might be cold in there”, he said.

He spent a long time inspecting the room. He'd taken forever selecting popcorn and candy, and the previews had already begun.

Why he was scanning the room was unclear. It was a weeknight, and the room was almost empty. They could sit absolutely anywhere.

He eventually saw some seats two thirds of the way to the back, in the middle, and they sat there.
It was kind of cold. He had spread the blanket over the two of them.

It was nice and warm, and the candy was nice. Who cares if it's a documentary about agriculture?

He held her lightly, through the first fifteen minutes. She had had coffee, and already needed to go to the ladies room.

He seemed to be expecting this, and he handed her a little bag.

When she got to the stall, she looked in it. There was a note. “Put this in”, it said. And it was a shiny ass toy that he'd obviously gotten recently.

She also noticed a little bottle of lube, sitting in the folds of the bag. She was a bit nervous about it, but also a bit thrilled, and she did as she was told.

It was a difficult moment sitting back in the seat, next to him. He replaced the blanket, but she could not exactly settle in.

She was expecting him to do something, but, for a while, agriculture rolled across the screen, and they sat quietly.

She felt his his hand unsnap her pants, and she was wide awake. He unzipped them, and began to stroke a finger over her pussy.

He did this and said not a word. She was waiting for more, but the stroking was maddening. Teasing. Getting her wet, but no where near getting her off.

It was two minutes into the biographical scene about Luther Burbank when she heard the quiet buzzing.

The vibrator was over her panties, teasing her clit. Strokes, then little circles.

He whispered “don't cum, don't cum”, and she could feel it go into his hand, hear the lube being applied, and then into her panties.

He teased her clit through hybridization, and then, as GM agriculture began, it slid inside.
The vibrator sped up.

His finger was teasing her clit again, but inside the panties, and the vibrator was tight, the ass toy tighter.

“Don't cum”, he said again.

He took one of her hands, and pulled it into his lap. His cock was hard, and she could see that it was sticking up under the blanket.

She held it in her hand for a moment, then leaned over, head covered by the blanket, and began to suck his cock.

She could feel the ass toy and the vibrator inside, feel his finger rubbing her pussy with greater and greater vigor.

When the cum gushed into her mouth, she could not control the orgasm, and her body shook.
It was hot and she was sweating.

She pulled her head up, and saw that the movie was nearly complete, the credits nearly rolling.

He had napkins.

She cleaned up, and made adjustments. He did also.

He rolled up the blanket, and they began to walk to the car.

“Two hour running time”, he said. “I really like agriculture”.

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