Page 167 of S is for SEX

The sound of my hips slapping up against her bare ass echoed over the sound of the quiet conversation the couple was having on the screen. A person in front of us turned around and immediately turned back toward the screen after seeing what was going on. Within a few seconds, several people turned around. The thought of them seeing us, even for a split-second, fueled me to continue to fuck her without mercy.

I felt my cock begin to swell and realized my breathing was not only labored, but quite loud. The theatre was filled with the sound of sex. My hips against Sam’s ass, her groaning from me pulling her hair, and her grunts with each in stroke were enough to make even the more focused moviegoers understand fully what we were doing in the rear of the theater. As I felt my scrotum begin to tingle, I realized I was on the verge of climax.

I released Sam’s hair and gripped her neck in my hand. As I squeezed her neck with my fingertips and pulled her body backward against mine, her pussy began to contract around the shaft of my throbbing cock. In perfect timing, I exploded into her wet pussy as she groaned in pleasure into the not so vacant theater.

I arched my back and bit my lip as I continued to enjoy what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.

“Oh dear God…” she moaned as her knees buckled.

I exhaled, opened my eyes, and gazed down into the theater. More than half of the people in the theater were focused on Sam and I.

After a few seconds of standing motionless and regaining my senses, I released her neck, slid my hand up to her cheek, and turned her head to the side. A very long passionate kiss and a solid heartfelt hug later, and I collapsed into the seat, exhausted from the excitement of our sexual escapade.

“Take off your boot and give me your sock,” Sam whispered over her shoulder.

I turned to the side and scrunched my brow, “What?”

“I’ve got about a quart of your cum trying to fall out of my pussy, Superman. I need something. Give me a sock to mop this up with,” she said.

I reached down, pulled up my jeans, and unlaced my shoes. After removing them both, I handed her my socks. The thought of having on only one didn’t seem to appealing.

She stared down into her hand and chuckled.

“You wear no-shows?” she said with a laugh.

“Huh?” I responded.

“No-shows. Little bootie socks. You wear these?” she asked.

“When I’m wearing shoes, yeah,” I nodded.

“I fucking love you,” she said as she reached between her legs.

“Love you too, Sam,” I grinned as I reached down and pulled on my shoes.

After what seemed to be a matter of minutes, the movie ended. Fully understanding it had been much longer than the few minutes it seemed to be, I realized I had watched the remaining portion of the movie in a daze, daydreaming about my future with Sam. She, on the other hand, sat quietly and enjoyed the romantic movie. As the credits rolled across the screen, I held my hand in front of her chest, and cautioned her from immediately standing.

“Let’s wait a minute,” I chuckled.

“Right,” she grinned.

After several minutes, the theater emptied, short of the long row of people still seated in the front. Realizing for some reason they had no intention of leaving the theatre, I stood from my seat, held Sam’s hand, and began to walk toward the steps. As we walked down the steps, a few of the people turned around. As the theater was well-lighted now that the movie was over, I could clearly see the group was a combination of college aged couples, without a doubt out of school for the summer. As we passed the group and turned toward the aisle leading to the exit, the sound of a person clapping caused me to pause and turn around.

After a few claps, another joined. Within a few seconds, the entire group stood, faced us, and continued clapping. Half embarrassed, and half proud, I stood and stared blankly at the group and smiled.

Sam released my hand, situated one arm in front of her and the other behind, and performed a very well executed bow. After standing, she reached for my hand and glanced up at me.

“Neither one of us have a tremendous amount of sense, you know that, right?’ she chuckled.

“Well aware,” I said as I turned toward the door.

And almost more than anything else, that was what I had always loved about Sam. Now, more than ever, I was able to be myself around her, which was something I hadn’t really done since she left. As we quietly walked toward the door hand-in-hand, I realized the person I was becoming was the person I had always been, but that I had no one to share being myself with.

Sam caused me to act without inhibition or concern. Anxious to see just who it was that resided beneath my exterior shell, I released her hand, turned to face her, and pressed her against the wall.

I kissed her passionately, as my hands fumbled along her body, exploring every inch of her as we continued to kiss. Eventually, I raised my hands and cleared her hair away from her face and our lips parted. As I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, incapable of speaking exactly what I was thinking, one of the couples of college kids walked past.

“Get a room,” he laughed over his shoulder as he walked through the door.

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